Nas turns around and pushes both doors open at the same time, and we’re hit with a bright white light that takes my breath away. He steps over a plush black rug just in front of the threshold and I follow closely behind him with my heart in my throat. Once we’re inside, I’m unable to speak. The room is an open space, and every inch of it is filled with furniture of the sort I’ve never seen before. Two pillars rise to the ceiling like skyscrapers, and I immediately notice the black wall-mounted rings on all sides of them. They’re anchor points, so a submissive can be bound to the pillars at any time, but somehow, the rings are the least shocking things in the room.

To the left is a display of vibrators resting on a glass shelf. Nas grabs me by the hand and leads me over to them. There are a bunch of different types—from rabbit, to rose, to g-spot specific, and an array of wands. Nas picks up the black Magic Wand and twirls it between his fingers.

“I assume you know what these are?” he says as a rhetorical question

“Of course. They’re a girl's best friend,” I reply with a smile.

“That they are,” Nas agrees. I think he’s about to put the wand down, but instead, he turns it on and points to a spot on the floor in front of him. “Stand right here.”

Yes, let’s start right here, right now. Hold that wand against my pussy until I’m sore from it.

I nearly jump out of my skin to get to the spot. The second my feet are set, Nas lowers the wand and gently places it between my legs, directly onto my clit. I inhale sharply and hold in a moan trying to claw its way up my throat.

“Tell me how it feels,” Nas commands, looking directly into my eyes. He’s so focused on me that he doesn't even blink.

“It feels … really good,” I say with a shudder. The truth is that it’s better than good. It’s been a while since I used a wand on myself, so the intense vibration is incredible, even through my pants, but I don't give it away. Nas needs to know I can take whatever he gives me.

He watches me for a moment, scanning my face and smirking when he sees my jaw tighten, before finally turning the wand off.

“Good,” he says, placing the wand back in its place. Nas takes me by the hand and leads me by the hand to the next stop on our tour.