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NATALIE

Ten Years Later

The red leather Saint Andrew's Cross has an older gentleman strapped to it at his wrists and ankles. The woman kneeling in front of him is his scene partner, but the look of terror in her eyes as Tyler sets up a kit of violet wands is concerning.

I simply observe, moving around the room like a fly on the wall as Tyler goes through his lesson.

"Don't be scared because your partner has to trust you when dealing with electricity. You have to pay attention to physical cues," Tyler tells the woman kneeling in leather chaps with a spiked bra.

"Tyler, babe, maybe we should give them a minute alone?" I tell him quietly from the back of the room.

He nods and packs up the violet wand kit into its miniature suitcase. We step out of the room. It's one of ten rooms that we rent out and teach BDSM lessons because we learned the hard way that some boundaries need to be in place when we play the kinds of kink games we play.

One of those boundaries is not leaving high-voltage equipment around people we can't trust to use them properly.There's a mirror for us to observe scenes and give couples pointers on how to improve their communication. Inside, we see the woman get up and talk to her partner.

"Is this woman his actual partner? Or is she paid?" Tyler asks. "She looks horrified. I don't think we should bring the violet wands back in there."

"I agree. We should keep them to whips and paddles for now. We'll recommend a few more weeks of basic instruction before we upgrade to the violet wand package. Have you heard back from that casting you put in for?"

"Got a callback for next week. I think it looks good. They asked for my measurements and your information for the contract." He smiles as we continue to watch the couple together.

"I'll keep an eye out for that email. Are we set for tonight's demonstration?" I ask him with a grin.

"Yeah. Are you going to tell the voyeurs that I'll probably be higher than a fucking kite?" He laughs.

"I don't think so. Let's just keep that between us. We don't want to encourage delinquent behavior."

Tyler laughs again, pulling me in for a kiss. "Mrs. Logan-Robert, the naughtiest of Natalies, you are the epitome of encouraging delinquent behavior. I believe this wonderfully successful school was your idea, and the way people specifically ask for the Naughty with Natalie and Tyler program? I think we should listen to our customers."

"You're right, but still, promoting drug use is liable to get us in more trouble than it's worth. We'll just shock the shit out of everybody when they see how much voltage you can endure."

He groans, grabbing his cock as I know it's getting hard at the mere idea of us together. A deep inhale is the only warning I get before Tyler grips my arm to pull me close.

"We have students," I tell him quietly.

"Fuck them. Get on your knees. You'll be done before they finish."

I shake my head from side to side. "No."

Tyler's growl does something to me. Vibrates across my body like a signal calling me home to my wildest fantasies.

"This is the game you want to play?" he asks, licking his lips and taking a glance into the room where the couple is having their way with one another. Tyler and I both know they won't be looking for us any time soon.

"I'm not playing any games with you, Tyler," I tell him. The fact is, I know exactly what I'm doing to him. Every refusal, every denial, it drives him to fuck me harder every time. The intensity of us fighting heightens the climax.

"Who's playing?" His question has a bite to it. He yanks my arm, forcing me down to my knees, and pulls his cock out. My mouth waters as he grips the back of my head to shove his dick into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat.

Tyler's right. It doesn't take long to get his climax released down my throat. A few licks, sucks, and a promise to fuck later have us ready to head back in to deal with our clients. We get them squared away along with the rest of our appointments. The demonstration we put on for a select group of clients later in the evening is a success that boosts sales for our electric kink course.

I can't believe the life we have together all stems from an insane request from an old life where I caved into the demands of others for the opportunity to manage their careers. However, I can't help the guilt that lingers in the back of my mind.

Even after a great day like today, being able to demonstrate the nontraditional way we love each other, I wonder if it's enough for Tyler. When we wind down after it all, the ocean crashing onto the shores just outside of our bedroom, it all feels right.

Tyler flips through channels and apps before I snuggle into bed beside him. "I can feel the questions brewing, Nat. What's wrong?"

Hesitation consumes me because I don't want to ruin a great day with a heavy question. Still, I don't have it in me to lie to Tyler. "Do you ever wish you were with someone younger? You know, someone who you can have a family with?"

He sits up, turning to look at me with confusion riding his face. "We've been married for eight years, together for eleven and you think that now, more than a whole decade in, I'm somehow tired of being with you? You think this life isn't enough for me?"

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