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Soft waves of pleasure rolled through her, and Nomi’s nipples hardened against the duvet.

“I’ll take the control with me, we’ll see how good the range is.”

Nomi tried to hold still but the sensitive nerve endings of her anus were being stroked in a way she’d never experienced before.Helpless against the unfamiliar pleasure, she rocked her hips against the mattress.

“You may not touch yourself,” he commanded, voice hard with warning.“Do not let go of my belt.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you come, that’s fine, but you have to tell me when I get back.”

“Will I be…punished…for coming?”

“Maybe.”His weight lifted off the bed.“But I don’t want you to fight it.Accept the pleasure, just as you’ll accept any punishment I decide you deserve.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Tareq leaned over and kissed her hair, and Nomi was glad he’d already turned away and didn’t see the tears that gathered on her lashes.

When the door closed behind him, Nomi gave in and let out a guttural sound of pleasure.Her ass throbbed, her nipples ached to be touched, and the plug in her ass vibrated and massaged her to the point of madness.

He’d be back soon, and then…

Nomi didn’t need to finish that thought.Right now, she trusted Tareq completely, despite him being effectively a stranger.She didn’t need to worry about what came next, or what she should do.All she had to do was obey, and accept.

Tareq stopped outside the door.He hadn’t closed it all the way, and he put his ear to the crack, listening to the needy sound she made now that she thought he was gone.

He grinned, fingering the remote in his pocket, then headed for the front of the club and the Subs’ Garden.

That whole scene had been wildly intense.Topping Nomi was like lighting a candle only to find out it was a firecracker.Intense, dangerous, and addicting.Watching her go from stiff to thrashing and crying made him feel like he’d witnessed something special.Something too-few people got to see.

And the way she seemed to understand him, even when he used words or phrases that weren’t exactly right, allowed him to relax and lean into his dominant needs.

He wasn’t foolish enough to think that he’d somehow magically overcome her hang-ups with one spanking, but now that he’d experienced a vulnerable Nomi, he wouldn’t settle for anything less.

He managed to flag down a sub who was headed back into the garden, and asked her to grab Nomi’s robe.A few minutes later Gabriela, Master Leo’s sub, returned holding two different robes.

Tareq examined both of them, then with a grin picked the one Gabriela said she’d found in the very bottom of the locker, still in a tissue-lined box.

Carrying the robe, Tareq headed for their room.When he was ten feet away from the door, he pulled the plug’s remote from his pocket, and increased the speed.

He heard her yelp even from outside.

Tareq eased open the door, watched as she ground her hips into the mattress, listened to her heavy breaths.Her arms were tense, the belt digging into her reddened ass as she pulled it taut.Most of her exhales turned into needy moans.

He closed the door, loudly enough to draw her attention.Her eyes met his, and Tareq thumbed off the vibrator.

Nomi went limp on the bed, eyes fluttering closed.

He couldn’t keep his hands off her any longer.Tareq put one knee on the bed, taking the belt from her tight grip, then nudged her until she rolled onto her back.

Nomi’s hair was damp with sweat and sticking to her forehead.Rolling must have shifted the plug inside her, because she arched up, those big tits rising.

“Let’s keep those legs spread,” he reprimanded gently.

Nomi parted her thighs, her pussy visibly wet.He wanted to taste her there, but held back.

“Did you come?”

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