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“I knew I shouldn’t have admitted that,” she sighed.

“But you did, because you’re a good girl.” He looked down, and the sensation changed again, becoming stronger. Enough to make her gasp and whimper.

“It hurts,” she breathed.

“How much.”

“Not enough.”

“I do love a good girl masochist,” he murmured.

The pattern of sensation changed, as did the intensity. Eyes half closed, Tara stopped trying to analyze the sensation. She stopped trying to figure out precisely what he was adjusting—amplitude versus pattern versus current—each time the sensation changed. Instead, she submitted to the sensation as she’d submitted to him, words tumbling from her mouth as she narrated what she felt. The constant buzzing and tingling passed through her sex but not her clit. The sensation was right there, so close, but not where she needed it.

It didn’t take long for her to grow restless, her hips thrusting and tilting, as if she could move the current up half an inch. Move it to her clit, where she needed it.

Slowly, the feeling faded, and she opened her eyes, staring at Nathan as he clicked down the controls until it was off.

Two thick fingers thrust into her, the invasion sudden and shocking. Tara gasped even as her back bowed, her muscles fluttering and clenching around him. She was close, so close.

He pulled his fingers out, reaching up to smear them against her lips, then rising to kiss her, driving her own flavor between her lips with sweeps of his tongue.

“You stopped talking to me,” he murmured.

Anxiety pinched her. “I’m sorry, Nathan.”

“We can’t keep going if you don’t talk to me.”

“I was concentrating.”

“On what? On the pleasure? The pain?”

Tara met his familiar gaze, though the look in his eyes, the dominant, possessive tint, was still new. New but…right.

“I was trying to will the current to move,” she admitted.

His brows rose before his mouth tipped in a grin. “Will it?”

“I couldn’t feel it in my clit.”

“And you wanted to.”

Tara just stared at him.

“Right, of course you want electricity coursing through your clit.”

“Obviously,” she agreed, deadpan.

Nathan chucked, then kissed her head before dropping back into the chair.

Carefully, he removed the two electrode pads. The sticky gel pulled, but didn’t really hurt, especially because he was gentle.

He looked up. “We’re going to try a different placement.”

Chapter 17

“One here, and one here.” He touched her mons and then reached lower, tapping her perineum. “Send the current right along here.” One blunt fingertip traced up, dipping briefly into her entrance, then between her arousal-swollen labia, and across her clit.

To finally, finally have some stimulation on her clit was more relief than pleasure. She inhaled as his finger glided over her, waiting.

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