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Nomi shook her head, the last of the tears drying up without ever falling.“Normally being denied just means my mind wanders, or I end up bored, but I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen with you.”
“You definitely won’t be bored.”
“Is that a promise or a threat, Sir?”
Tareq grinned as he brought his glass to his mouth.
She watched his throat as he swallowed, and she wanted to run her tongue down it.Wanted to bite him and leave a hickey like they were teenagers.
He set his now-empty glass down.
“Are you ready to play our portion of the game?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”Tareq stood, coming around behind her chair.He palmed her breasts, lifting and squeezing them before stepping aside and offering his elbow.
Nomi slid her arm through his and followed her Dom out of the room.
Tareq had thoughtabout this non-stop since yesterday.Not getting a proper playroom impeded him somewhat, since he didn’t have any bondage furniture at his disposal, but he’d make do.
Last night he’d chatted with Julen Morton, who’d mentioned that Nomi was one of his favorite rope subjects.He’d asked Julen’s advice about restraining her, asked if there was anything he shouldn’t do to her, or with her, related to her body type.The main thing had been to protect her joints and be mindful that weight equaled force.Practically that translated to being mindful of how long she was in the “kneel down” position, making sure that if she was bent or had her legs to her chest that she had enough room to fully inhale, and to never put her in bondage that forced her heels against her ass as that could put stress on her knee joints.
He was glad he asked, because he had thought about folding her legs and binding them in rope or vet wrap before using a spreader bar between her knees.
The spanking hadn’t been part of his plan for the night, but her having a sore ass would add a nice element to what came next.
Tareq opened the door, preceded her in, then held it for her.Nomi murmured her thanks, but stopped just inside, looking back at him.
Tareq closed the door, then leaned against it.She looked so damn sexy, with those pretty tits on display, her nipples hard from the cool night air.Her expression was soft and needy, and he wanted to do terrible things to her.
Tareq’s cock twitched.His balls were in serious danger of turning blue.He could hold out, but he didn’t want to feel rushed with what came next, and as long as his cock was throbbing, he would feel rushed.
Time to make a second modification to the plan.
They’d talked about this during negotiations, and she’d agreed to being used, fucked, in every way.Tareq slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a condom, holding it between two fingers.
Nomi looked at it, and immediately dropped to her knees.She gazed up at him, hands raised but hovering, not yet touching him.
“Sir, may I?”
“Yes, pretty girl.Take out my cock.”
Nomi struggled with the button—his pants were tight thanks to his dick—then slowly lowered the zipper.He wasn’t wearing anything under them, and the moment she opened the fly, his cock jutted out.
She started to pull down his pants, but he grabbed her wrists.
“No.I’m going to zip my pants up as soon as I’m done fucking that lovely mouth.”
She looked up, meeting his gaze, reading his mood in the tone of his words and the rough way he handled her.
Nomi lowered her eyes.“Yes, Sir.”
He released her, and she took the condom, tearing it open.She pinched the tip and carefully positioned it on the head of his dick.His cock jumped in response to the gentle touch.Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long.
Nomi gripped his thighs, then leaned forward and put her mouth on him.She sealed her lips around him then slowly took him in, rolling the condom down as she did.Tareq watched, his upper body flushed, as she carefully worked the condom onto his shaft with her lips.She got the condom about half way before retreating and using her hand to finish rolling it on.
Her fingers drifted down to caress his balls as she studied his cock.
