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Nomi didn’t hesitate.She relaxed her arms, then wiggled the fabric down her body.Only when it was at thigh level did gravity take hold.She stepped out of it, and her shoes, carefully pushing them aside with her foot.
Tareq looked her over, knowing intellectually that her body wasn’t society’s ideal.But in that moment, he truly couldn’t fathom how anyone could see her and not want to stroke and spank and kiss and bite every inch of her.
He sure as fuck wanted to do those things.Those and more.
Tareq backed up to sit on the edge of the bed.He glanced at her, reassessed, then scooted back until he was more fully on the bed, one foot on the floor for balance, the other leg pulled up.
“Nomi.”
“Yes, Sir?”
He patted his thigh.“Face down over my lap, please.”
She jerked, gaze darting up for a moment, meeting his.
Tareq raised a brow.“You insulted my sub.That’s a good excuse, but more importantly, you’re already having trouble being open and vulnerable.”
“I really do…I feel my submission.I was just thinking how fast, how easy it’s been, to feel submissive with you when sometimes I struggle.”
“Good.”He’d think later about how hot it was that she reacted to him instinctively.“But I want more.”He waited a moment to let that sink in.“You need a good hard spanking, don’t you?”
Nomi’s expression was pure relief.“Yes, Sir.”
“Then get over here.I want you face down over my lap.”
Chapter6
Nomi eyed the way he was sitting, then crawled up onto the bed, kneeling beside him.She was backwards to the way he’d probably expected—he probably thought she’d have her legs dangling over the side, chest on the bed, but experience had taught her this was better.
Tareq gripped her arm, tugging her forward.Gingerly, Nomi stretched out, planting her hands on the mattress beside the leg braced on the floor.Now she was on hands and knees over him, her side against his chest.She tensed as she felt the edge of the mattress give a little under her hand.
“As fun as this position is—” Tareq’s hand reached under her and she sucked in air as he toyed with her dangling breasts.“—I want you on my lap.Lie down.”
Slowly, Nomi lowered herself, her midsection over his thighs, her breasts on the mattress, her arms folded under her cheek, one elbow sticking off the side of the bed, her legs stretched out on the bed at an angle.
Tareq adjusted a little, gripping her shoulder and hip and scooting back.He kept one foot on the ground, which meant her head and shoulders were a little lower than her ass, and she had the vague feeling that she was sliding.She moved one arm out from under her head to grab a handful of duvet.
“I won’t let you fall.”
“Just making sure,” she murmured.
There was a beat of silence and then Tareq gripped her wrist, squeezing until she let go of the fabric.Then he forced her arm behind her, holding her hand at the small of her back.
“I won’t let you fall,” he said again.
Nomi shivered.“Yes, Sir.”
His other hand slid from her hip down the back of one leg.Nomi let out a long sigh of pleasure as he stroked down to her calf, then reversed course.
He spent several long minutes stroking and petting her legs, always stopping just short of touching her butt.When he released her wrist, she left her hand in place until trying to hold her arm in that position began to make her shoulder muscle protest.
“Sir, may I move my arm?”
“Yes.”
She folded that arm alongside the other under her cheek.
“One thing we didn’t talk about is pain tolerance.”Tareq’s voice was soft and intimate.“I have a heavy hand, so you may not be able to take as many spanks from me as you do from other Doms.”
