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She collapsed against him, rubbing her aching nipples against his chest. When she finally closed her legs, she felt the thin wires against her inner thighs.

“You took that so well, sweetheart. Such a good girl.” He stroked her hair and back, briefly squeezing her ass. “But the scene isn’t over, unless you need it to be.”

At that, she looked up, leaning back against the hand gripping her ass. “The TENS unit scene?”

His gaze unforgiving. “Yes.”

She swallowed a whimper. She wanted to be done, because as wild as the successive orgasms had been, the intensity was hard to handle. Her pussy still buzzed with lingering sensation.

With anyone else, she would have stopped it here and now.

But this was Nathan.

“I’m ready.”

Nathan nodded, not smiling, but his gaze was satisfied. Possessive.

Unhooking the leads, he led her over to the bed and directed her to lay on her back.

“Hands.”

Tentatively, she raised her arms, holding her hands out to him. He clipped the wrist cuffs together, which she expected.

The metal thumb cuffs were a surprise.

She held still as he positioned her thumbs in the twin holes in the thin metal oval about the size of a deck of playing cards. It clicked as he tightened the device around the narrow part of her thumbs.

“Thumb cuffs,” he said. “Second to last letter T item.”

Tara wasn’t ready for the dread those words created. If this was the second to last item, it meant when this scene was done, they only had one more.

Or maybe this was it. Maybe after thumb cuffs, he’d add in whatever the last item was. This could all end, they could end, in the next hour.

Her time being a sexual submissive was almost over.

Dread choked her, made her breathing shallow as Nathan ordered her to put her hands above her head. It was shocking how restrictive the thumb cuffs were. She was used to restriction on her arm movement being centered on her wrists—cuffs or rope. Now, the metal clip connecting her leather wrist cuffs felt loose compared to the restriction of the thumb cuffs, which forced her hands together. She was glad she was lying down. If she’d been standing, or even sitting, it would be too easy to accidentally yank on the cuffs.

Focusing on the thumb cuffs while testing several different hand positions distracted her from spiraling with thoughts of the future. He gripped her ankles, putting her heels against her ass and pressing her knees open in a butterfly position.

The short connecting wire coming off the electrode pad on her mons tapped against her inner labia as she was spread open.

Her attention was ripped back to the present as Nathan stripped off his clothes. Tara literally licked her lips in anticipation as his hard cock was revealed.

Nathan set the TENS unit on the bed by her feet, and her ardor cooled somewhat. She wasn’t sure she could do that again. Maybe if she got some electrolytes and stretched…

She opened her mouth but quickly shut it as Nathan pulled on a glove, attaching one of the leads to the dangling connection wire coming off the wrist. He connected the second wire to the pad on her mons.

He held up his gloved left hand, holding the TENS unit in his right, then raised his eyebrows.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, realizing what was about to happen.

His grin was almost boyish as he clicked on the TENS unit. She tensed, but nothing happened. Her logical mind had known nothing would. The circuit wasn’t complete.

“Electricity needs two points to create a circuit. With this—” He wiggled his fingers in a little wave. “—anywhere I touch you, the circuit will close.”

Nathan gently curled his gloved hand over her knee.

The result was a short buzz, like soft static electricity, then a faint tingle up and down her thigh. If she concentrated, she could feel the path the current took from his hand down her thigh to her sex.

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