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I’d realized after The Station that the pain was part of the pleasure for me — that every wince and sting just made my body hum even more for my Freaks.

Nash smacked the crop into my ribs, grinning as my chains rattled.

She dropped the toy to the ground, thrusting her hand between my legs and parting the lips of my pussy.

“Oh, Nash…”

Her hand clasped my throat, lifting my gaze to hers.

Correcting myself, I swallowed against her hand. “Master. Sorry. Master.”

“Better.” Nash shoved her hand back between my legs, slipping her fingers in my pleasure and groaning as she felt me. “You love being mine, don’t you, Sweet Lamb?”

I nodded. “Yes, Master.”

Letting the tips of her fingers slide into my hole, Nash thrusted inside me. It was like a reward, like if I admitted just how badly I wanted her attention, her affection, that she’d let me come.

But just as my hips were beginning to grind against her hand, Nash pulled her fingers away and moved back toward her wall of toys.

This time, she grabbed a long strip of leather with a hollow ring at the center.

Strapping it to my head, Nash placed the silicone circle over my mouth. With my mouth held open, Nash met my eyes. “Can you speak?”

In a muffled voice, I managed to reply. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.” Nash turned back toward her rack of toys, grabbing a long red rod with a black handle. As she stepped closer, she clicked a button on the handle.

A loud zap sounded through the speakeasy.

“Fuck.” I gasped as I flinched.

What the fuck is that?

But instead of asking, I felt my brows furrow together as she stepped closer. Nash’s face was filled with desire and an eager grin.

“I’ve waited weeks to play with you.”

Reaching the toy out, she pressed a button and a bolt of lightning extended from the brass tips to the soft flesh of my belly.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed as the jolt rushed through my body.

Nash laughed as she watched me, letting her hand reach between her own legs and play with her hard clit.

Once I settled, she pressed the toy back into my stomach.

ZAP.

“Oh, GOD!” I mumbled through the gag.

It felt like being tased, or at least what I could assume being tased would feel like.

Nash’s hand moved faster under her jeans as she watched the bolt of electricity extend from her wand to my skin, over and over again.

My stomach started to tense, flinching and twitching as I lost control of my muscles.

After a while, Nash lifted the hem of her shirt, tossing it to the ground.

My throat tightened as I watched her body. Her toned abs flexed as she moved around me. I couldn’t help the hunger that grew inside me as I watched her move. Her tits were tapped down with nude strips that made her chest look flatter.