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Tara laughed—a tinge hysterical. Maybe it was the tightening of her abdominal muscles as she laughed that triggered the orgasm. Maybe it was the deep emotional connection she felt to him in that moment. Maybe it was being chained up and helpless as her Master used her in a way that felt dangerous and forbidden.

Tara’s eyes popped open as her lips parted, her orgasm a shock to her. Nathan’s satisfied gaze swept up and down her body as she shivered helplessly through the orgasm that she felt in her bones rather than her skin and muscles.

“Nathan, Nathan,” she chanted his name, until the bone-deep pleasure became too much for words and she clenched her teeth.

It felt like minutes but had been only seconds. She waited for the orgasm to ebb.

Nathan’s fingers flickered over the controls.

“Nathan!” His name was a scream as the pattern shifted once again, a terrible, wonderful pricking sensation buzzing between her taint and clit. The pattern had gone back to soft swells, but the intensity was higher.

Tara screamed through her teeth, body shaking as he forced her through another orgasm.

“I like this.” Nathan’s voice was low and almost cruel. “Making you come without even touching you.”

She moaned, the sound guttural as another wave of pleasure pushed her down, down.

“What a pretty, obedient sub you are. Coming even though nothing is touching your clit. Nothing in your pussy.”

Her moans became a keening whimper. Tara’s legs were shaking, her arm muscles screaming, and she held herself up. She tried to close her legs, if only to improve her balance—it wouldn’t stop the low-level current flowing through her—but Nathan knocked her legs apart once more, forcing her to stay open.

“Talk to me,” he commanded.

“I can’t…I don’t. I don’t know what my body’s doing. I don’t know if I want it to stop or want you to turn it up, make it hurt.”

He rose from the chair, cupping her cheek and tipping her face up. “That’s not your decision to make, is it?”

“No, Nathan,” she breathed, and they both knew that what she’d really just said was, “No, Master.”

Their lips met in a kiss that was almost reverent, broken when she cried out in pain against his lips as he pulled hard on one nipple clamp.

“Do you think you can come again from the pain of having the clamps removed?” He kissed her cheek, the spot under her ear.

How could she answer that, when she barely understood the low rolls of pleasure that still swept through her every few seconds. Had she been forced to name what was happening now, she’d call it an orgasm, or a series of orgasms, even though it was both more and less.

“I don’t know,” she whimpered.

“Let’s find out.”

Nathan leaned back, grabbed the posts on the left clamp, and pulled the plates apart.

Tara hissed as blood rushed back to nipple, the sound choked off as he removed the other clamp. Her nipples burned and throbbed. If he rubbed them, they would feel better, but Nathan didn’t touch her, only watched as she whimpered and twitched.

“One more thing, and then I’ll let you down.”

He picked up the box.

She tried to brace herself, but she was nearly limp, her body soft and open to receive whatever he gave her.

He kissed her gently, and she knew that meant he was going to be harsh. Part of her hoped it would be impact play—spank her pussy or tits. But she knew it wasn’t that. Knew he was going to amp the TENS unit up to pain levels.

She braced herself and held his gaze. Nathan’s smile was soft as he manipulated the controls without looking.

Sharp pain shot through her sex. A terrible, sharp pins and needles sensation pricked her from her channel to her clit. She was past screaming, eyes fluttering closed.

The sensation stopped, gone after only a second, but its echo lingered.

“Breathe, Tara.” Nathan braced his body against hers as he reached up and unhooked her wrist cuffs from the chains.

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