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His one arm was tucked around her back, his hand resting at her natural waist.Because of her position half reclined and on her side, his hand rested right where her skin formed two rolls.She shifted a little, trying to move his hand, but he tightened his hold and she settled.She reminded herself that even very skinny people had rolls when they sat down.
And then a random throb from her abused ass yanked her attention away from the worn worry pathways of her internal monologues about herself and her body.She shifted, sliding her legs against one another, which made the plug shift just enough to send a little wave of pleasure through her.
Tareq reached over and tapped her top leg.“Let’s keep these spread.”
Nomi went still, raising her face to his.He looked down at her, all cool-eyed Dom.Laying on her side she couldn’t think of an elegant, attractive position for this.Hesitantly she raised her upper knee, swiveling her leg at the hip and planting her foot on the bed.
Tareq raised his head off the pillows, looked at her spread legs, at her pussy.“Good.”
“We’re still…in the scene, Sir?”
“Of course.”He looked at her face.“Normally for you aftercare is after you’ve closed down the power exchange?”
She opened her mouth to say yes, but that wouldn’t have been accurate.“No, I guess not.It just feels different.”
“How?”
Now she was frowning.“Actually, everything about this feels different.I don’t know why I reacted so strongly to the spanking.”
“Probably because I whaled on that pretty ass.My hand hurts.”He held up his right palm to show her.
“Poor baby,” she murmured, then before she could think better of it, grabbed his hand and kissed the center of his palm.
Tareq made a pleased noise, traced her lips with his finger, but then slid his hand down to grip her neck, forcing her face up to his.
“Mocking me, Nomi?”
“No, Sir.Well, maybe a little.I mean your hand hurts but my ass is throbbing.”
He grinned.“Good.”His thumb touched her lower lip.“Tell me what you meant.”
“About?”
“You said everything feels different.”
She tucked her chin to her chest, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder as she did so.“I’m not…not really sure.”
He waited, quietly stroking her shoulder and side.
“I’ve been spanked plenty of times before.I’ve had impact play that was more aggressive—harder—than that.Not to say that it wasn’t a hell of a spanking, because it was.”
“Thank you.”She could hear the grin.
“But I don’t normally… Normally, I can hold perfectly still.Normally, I don’t start crying and wiggling and all that.”
“You’re saying normally you’re more controlled.”
“I guess so.”
“Because you feel like you have to be?”
“Oof,” Nomi said, then sat up.“That’s probably right, and are you going to keep hitting me with these accurate truths the whole weekend?”She almost made a joke about that being her job.
“Probably.”
She’d dropped her upraised knee when she sat up, and he tapped her leg in silent reminder.She spread her legs, watched his attention drop to her pussy, as if making sure he had complete access, before he returned to her face.
“My reaction to the spanking was stronger, and less controlled than normal,” she concluded, though she wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or to herself.
