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Tareq considered her for a moment, then smiled.“Maybe I was wrong about you not being a brat.”
“That was more…chagrin than bratty.”
“Was it?”
“I didn’t mean any disrespect, Sir.”She lowered her lids, watching him through her lashes.
“I know you didn’t.Because you know that if you need it, I’ll take my belt to your ass.”His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs running over the nipples.
She was sensitive due to the prolonged, heightened arousal.Even the gentle touch on her breasts made her jerk in reaction, her shoulders hunching, arms coming up in an instinctive move to cover herself.
“Arms down.”His voice cracked with command.
She jumped, dropping her arms.“Sorry, Sir.I’m sensitive.”
“And?”His cool words made her look up.“Does being sensitive mean this body isn’t mine to play with?”
There was no quarter, no mercy in his gaze.She’d given him control of her body, and that meant he could and would touch her however he pleased.
Nomi lowered her gaze to his feet.“No, Sir.My body is yours to touch and play with however you want.”
“That’s right.”
He slapped the outside of her right breast, then the left.Her flesh jiggled.Nomi kept her hands at her sides, pressing her fingertips into her thighs.
Tareq leaned in and kissed her forehead, then dropped his hands to her waist.He urged her back, the desk digging harder into her ass, then gripped her and started to lift.
Nomi braced her hands on his forearms.“Sir, please… Please don’t try and lift me.”
He raised a brow, started to say something.She rushed to explain before he could.“I’m not saying that because I think I’m too heavy or you’re not strong enough.”
“Don’t lie to me, Nomi.”
“Okay, fine.I do think I’m too heavy, though based on the size of your arms maybe you could lift me.I just think it would be awkward and painful and the idea is giving me all kinds of anxiety.Not fun anxiety either.”
Tareq eyed her, his thumbs rubbing across her torso, feathering against the bottom of her breasts.
“Okay,” he agreed after a moment.“Nomi, I want you sitting on the desk.”
He didn’t let go of her as she braced her hands and wiggled and hopped up.Any self-consciousness about being awkward or how she jiggled as she moved was muted by the fresh throbbing in her ass.Damn but that hurt.
“Oww.”
Tareq grinned.“Always gratifying when you hear reminders of a spanking well done.”
“Well done is about how my butt feels.”
Tareq palmed her breasts, not as if he were trying to elicit a reaction, more as if he simply wanted to play with them.
She liked being Tareq’s plaything.
After he’d palmed and kneaded her breasts for a minute, he reached for the pile of restraints.He selected a short strap with a small circular carabiner on each end.The strap itself was made out of braided black paracord.He leaned into her as he reached up, clipping one end of the strap into the anchor point sticking out of the wall.Nomi spread her legs, his hips sliding between her knees.He repeated that with the second strap, then braced his hands on the wall behind her.That meant he was leaning over the desk, his upper body forcing hers back.Nomi planted her hands behind her hips and leaned back into the pillows.
Their breath mingled, his face kissably close.She could see striations of lighter brown in his irises.
“You have beautiful eyes,” she whispered.
Tareq cupped the side of her neck, fingertips in her hair, his thumb nudging her chin up.“So do you.There’s gold and maybe a little green.”
