Page 71 of T is for…

Waiting for him to do it again.

Waiting for the orgasm she desperately needed.

Nathan pulled back and reached into the box, selecting two more electrode pads. Tara rattled the chains in frustration.

He wiped the skin between her vagina and ass, drying it, before placing a square pad there, the sticky gel cold. The second pad was a crescent shape, the inner curve arching over the top of her slit. He pressed hard, adhering the pad. She tipped her hips, hoping to make one of his fingers accidentally slip down to her clit. He grunted in amusement as he gave her pussy a firm pat that she wished had been a spank.

“Talk to me,” Nathan commanded as he once more connected the leads to the pads.

“I’m frustrated.”

“Sexually or emotionally?”

“Both.”

He arched a brow.

“Sexually, but also, the sensation was…unsettling.”

“That makes sense.” With the box in one hand, he gently petted her labia with the other.

“Touch my clit,” she blurted out. “Please.”

“No.”

That blunt denial kicked her brain deeper into subspace. After all, it was his decision when and how she was touched. She was free of the burden of choice, and begging wouldn’t change that.

A soft zap made her gasp. It felt like a shock of static electricity but on her pussy. Then it started. A low buzz up and down her pussy. The sensation rose and fell, from the soft buzz to a hard prickling that danced on the edge of being pain.

“Nathan,” she stammered.

“Tell me.”

“It feels… It’s not a vibration, but I want it to be. It feels like it could be. When it… There, now.” She panted through the sharper sensation, sagging a little as the intensity subsided. “It’s like pins and needles after your foot falls asleep.”

“It hurts?”

“Maybe? I don’t know.” She wanted to tell him about the facets of pleasure and pain, about how the linear scale she’d always used before was far too simple.

The current raced under her skin, stinging and tingling, stimulating her in that odd and unsettling way. Nathan played with the control, looking down to adjust, then back up at her, his gaze raking up and down her body. Assessing and watchful.

He made another adjustment, and the pattern changed from soft swells and dips, to hard jagged spikes. This finally felt like the shocks she’d expected when she saw the TENS unit. Her hips jerked with each small snap of pain.

“Does that hurt?”

“Yes, don’t stop. Please.”

“Are you going to come?”

Eyes screwed shut, she thought about it, finally shaking her head. “No, I don’t think so. It’s stimulating, but not in the way?—”

He changed the intensity, keep the pattern the same. Now the peak of each steep wave was a burst of sensation that had drawn back from pain. It wasn’t pleasure, wasn’t pain.

She felt it at the base of her clit glans, and up under the hood. She felt it around her entrance. Her nerves sparked and sizzled from the current.

“Oh God, that one,” she breathed. “That. Whatever that is. Make a note.”

“I told you I needed a whiteboard.”

---