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“You do realize that those things—” Tara balanced on one foot, and used the toes of her other foot to point at the device on a small side table. “—were originally created for medical use.”

“Yes.”

“And creating medical devices is what I do.”

“And you remember I’m currently working on a cardiology implant, and regularly have to bring in electricians to explain stuff to the consultant cardiologists?”

Tara sighed, aggrieved, but it was exaggerated. Mostly. He was being thorough to the point of pedantic and she was standing here naked, wrists overhead, now chained rather than tied to the light fixture.

“I’ll be right back.” Nathan pushed up from the chair, the instruction manual still open in his hand.

Tara stiffened, not wanting him to leave but also not willing to say so. She didn’t hide her physical reaction because he wasn’t looking at her. At least she didn’t think he’d been looking at her. However, Nathan turned abruptly, studying her.

“You tensed up.” He scanned her up and down. “Why?”

Tara blinked, caught off guard.

“Tara.” His word was a command.

After the casual, almost normal, banter and conversation they’d been having, and despite her current situation—wearing nothing but a short silk robe, bound in leather and chain—she was startled by the dominant command.

“Clark used to leave in the middle of sex to go get something,” she blurted out. “Or go wash his hands. He washed his hands a lot. I hated it because I don’t like being alone when I’m restrained, and because… Because him leaving was a reminder that he hadn’t prepared. Hadn’t thought about or planned what he was going to do, and therefore didn’t have what he needed.”

Nathan took a moment to absorb and process her words, then walked over with quick, sure strides.

He kissed her, fast and hard, one arm around her ribs, a hand at the back of her head. “I’m sorry I went to get the stool last night. If I’d known, I would have just used a chair, or called someone to bring it.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, this is a me issue?—”

Nathan touched his lips gently to hers until she stopped talking, then kept their foreheads together once she was quiet. “If you don’t like it, if it makes you feel undervalued, then it is a big deal. And an us issue.”

Tara swallowed. “Thank you. For saying that. But if you need something for the scene, please go get it.”

Nathan leaned back, and his grin made her narrow her eyes, even as her pussy throbbed. That was the devil’s own smile.

“I was going to go get a whiteboard.”

She blinked. “What?”

“A whiteboard. We’re working with a lot of variables. Contact type—pads versus insertable. Pad size and shape. Pad location. Insertable location—anal or vagina. Unit mode. Amplitude. Frequency of stimulation, and current pattern.”

That unique mix of trepidation and arousal roared through Tara, making her thigh muscles tremble.

“That’s a lot of variables to track,” he said in mock concern. “Hence, whiteboard.”

Despite the thick, warm arousal sliding along her bones, Tara mean-mugged him. “I’m not a test subject.”

Nathan pursed his lips. “No, in this scenario you’re more of a…practice dummy.”

Tara kicked him. Not hard—just tapped her foot against the outside of his calf—but the retaliatory spank was enough to push her up on her toes and make her breath hiss between her teeth. Heat and a prickling sting on her left ass cheek, and only that cheek, made her want to both rub away the sting, and kick him again to get a matching swat on the other side.

“Time to get serious.” Nathan returned to the TENS unit.

“I’m still a little confused that this is under T, not under E for electrical play.”

“Electrical play implies I could use jumper cables and a car battery.”

Tara almost choked on her own spit. “W-what?”

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