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“Electrical play is really broad, and also very dangerous.” Nathan applied a couple electrode pads to his forearm and started testing. “Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation units are designed for use on the human body. Even better, this is a kink-specific tool. A TENS unit for muscle pain wouldn’t have a dildo. Or a plug.” He reached into the case and pulled out a short silver dildo and a fairly substantial plug.

Tara rubbed her tongue along the inside of her teeth, her body throbbing in response to the sight of the toys in his hands.

Nathan rose from the chair, dragging the side table with him to the open area where she was restrained. Next, he brought over both the bar-height stool from last night and the mission-style ladder-backed chair from the desk.

Nathan placed the chair in front of her and sat, leaning back casually as his gazed raked her up and down. That was all it took for the mood to shift, sliding along one of those complex angles, to a place where she was both helpless and safe. Where she could, perhaps for the first time, submit without reservation.

If it had been anyone but Nathan sitting there with an electrosex toy, she would have been anxious, prepped, and ready with her safe word. If she did ask him to stop, it wouldn’t be because she felt unsafe.

Nathan sat forward, looking over her again, but more slowly. He’d been the one to hand her the robe, but now, the fact that she wasn’t naked felt almost disobedient. As if she were trying to hide what was rightfully his.

Wide, warm palms cupped her breasts, the heat from his hands sinking through the whisper-thin satin of the robe. He thumbed her nipples until they hardened, then flicked them gently with his nails. Tara gasped at the sharp pleasure, her elbows coming down as she instinctively went to cover the sensitive tips of her breasts.

“No,” he said gently. “Elbows back.”

Slowly, she repositioned her arms, raising her hands and tangling her fingers around the thin chain.

Nathan spread open the robe, carefully tucking it to expose her breasts, but keeping the bottom closed.

He’d inspected her breasts when they woke up, worrying over the few faint bruises, but he’d also been pleased. She’d seen it in the possessive way he looked at the marks, and had called him on it. He’d admitted to enjoying the site of his marks on her, then hauled her into the shower. After a shower and breakfast, they’d crawled back into bed. Tara had been ready and more than willing for sex—kinky or otherwise—but she’d been full and warm, and they ended up napping for several hours instead.

He hadn’t touched her intimately since they woke up from the nap.

She hadn’t come since last night, because while they’d fooled around in the shower, neither had orgasmed.

“Still tender?” he asked, rubbing his palms over her so that the very tip of her nipple just barely brushed his hand.

“Yes, but I don’t think it’s from last night.” It took everything she had not to thrust her chest against his hands. The contact was maddeningly faint, and yet pleasure and need zinged through her, sharp and maddening.

“Oh?”

“I’m aroused.” She tried for a matter-of-fact tone, but her words came out both breathy and needy. Submissive.

“Of course you are.” He moved to her back, pressing their bodies together. Tara leaned into him, letting her head fall back as he reached around to keep playing with her tits.

His lips touched her hair, her temple, soft and gentle to match the way his fingers rolled her nipples.

“Technically,” he whispered, “I could add some electrode clamps to these pretty things.” He tugged her nipples softly. “They have them, and if you plug in the clamps, the unit automatically reduces the max settings to a safe level.”

“Are you going to, Nathan?”

There was a slight pause, then he cupped her breasts, lifting them in his hands. “No. Because no matter what they said, I can’t bring myself to run a current through your chest, near your heart.”

He flicked her nipples with his thumbs, the hard of his nail catching her on the upstroke, the softer pad of his thumb caressing on the down swoop. The touch was casually possessive in the best possible way but at odds with the kiss he placed on her head.

The kiss was reverent, almost devotional. No one looked at the couple in The Meeting on the Turret Stairs, and thought “Oh, I bet he treats her like his personal sex toy.”

Yet with Nathan, it was both. The kiss felt like devotion from a knight, while his hands on her breasts felt like the confidently propriety touch of a Master.

Those two things weren’t as different as most people believed.

Her thoughts had turned almost philosophical as her lower body tensed in anticipation, while her neck and shoulders relaxed in submission.

That morphed into a different kind of tension when he moved away, leaving her back cold after the heat of his body.

Nathan dropped down into the chair facing her. Holding her by the hips, he squeezed until she looked at him.

“I tested it on myself, yes including on my dick, when I went to get it this morning. It’s an odd sensation, a buzz, sometimes a tingle, and maybe a little pain, but even on the highest setting, it wasn’t all that painful. If you feel anything that isn’t one of the things I just described, you need to tell me immediately.”

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