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“Ah, so now you think I’m stupid?”
“No!No.I…”
“You what, Nomi?What were you trying to do when you corrected me?”
“I wasn’t trying to correct you, Sir.”
“Fine.What were you trying to do?”
“I wanted to…I wanted to say it before you did.”
Tareq released her neck and grabbed her other arm, using his hold to march her across the room to a full-length mirror.The freestanding mirror was heavy and wide, but the base had wheels.A small adjustment to the angle and occupants of the bed would be able to see themselves.
Tareq forced her to stand in front of it, pressing his body against her back.
“Don’t,” she pleaded, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t try to make me love myself by looking in the mirror, apologizing to myself, or something.I do love myself.I really do.”
“But you think others can’t.”
Her breath caught and she looked away.
“You assume other people don’t like or want this body, and so you insult yourself before they can?”
“I’m protecting myself.”
Her words were lower than a whisper, barely audible, and he might not have caught them if he hadn’t also been watching her mouth in the mirror and reading her lips.There was that term ‘protecting’ again.Time to change up how it was being used.
“I don’t want you protected…” he murmured.“I want you exposed and soft and vulnerable.I want you to yield to me.”Tareq slid his hands down her arms to her wrists, letting his fingers play over the skin.
“I want you helpless, and wet, and begging.”Tareq grabbed her wrists, squeezing tight, making sure she felt his control.Her gasp made his cock twitch and the urge to dominate this woman tore at him.
“I’m going to hurt you and pleasure you.”He pulled her wrists to the small of her back.He didn’t have an easy way to bind her, and didn’t want to let go long enough to get one.Instead, he forced her to grip his belt, her fingers curled under the leather, trapped between it and his pants.
“I’m going to punish you for insulting my property.”That might be taking this too far.“Property” was a loaded word.She wasn’t interested in being a lifestyle slave, any more than he was interested in having a slave rather than a sub.But in the moment, it felt right.Felt like the extreme was necessary to make his point.Given the way her breasts rose and fell, and the look in her wide, hungry eyes as they met his in the mirror, the word did what he’d meant it to.
“When I call you a naughty little girl, my naughty little sub, I’m not talking about your body being little.”Tareq cupped her shoulders.“I’m talking about control…as in how little control you have.”
Realistically that was bullshit, subs had a massive amount of control over a scene, but again his words were about setting the tone for the evening.
“And that means I can do whatever I want with this lovely body.”
He watched her expression as he said lovely body, saw something flit across her face, there and gone before he could name it.
Tareq slid his hands down from her shoulders across her collarbones.
This time he didn’t stop.
His palms smoothed down her chest, over the soft upper curves of her breasts, then his fingers dipped under the fabric.She gasped, arched her back to press herself more fully into his hands.
Tareq hummed in pleasure as he gripped her tits, heavy handfuls of soft skin.He shoved his hands deeper down the front of her dress, gathering up more of her breasts and kneaded them.He felt her nipples harden under his palms, and adjusted his hands so he could pinch the tips of her breasts using his thumb and the side of his first knuckle.
She hissed out a breath and arched, shoulders pressing back against him as she simultaneously pulled on his belt.For a moment his body posture mimicked hers, back bowing as she pulled his hips forward and pushed his shoulders back.
Then Tareq set his feet and straightened his back, making his body hard and unyielding.
