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Nomi lowered her gaze to his mouth.He should kiss her right now.If this were any other situation, she would have kissed him, but her submission held her back, made her wait for him to choose, for him to decide.
Tareq ran his hand from her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm to her wrist.He tugged on the cuff and she shifted so she wasn’t bracing her weight on that hand.He stayed in place, leaning into her, looming over her, as he brought her wrist up and, without looking, clicked the cuff to the strap.
The back of his hand slid down the inside of her arm to her breast.He lifted her tit and bent his head to drop a kiss to it before straightening.Now restrained, her arm was raised, wrist in line with her shoulder, a comfortable bend in her elbow with the back of her hand resting against the wall.
Nomi pressed her lips together, lowering her gaze as she came to terms with the lack of kiss.She didn’t have a reason to expect it.Often scenes that involved incredible intimacy, including sex, didn’t involve a traditional romantic kiss.She couldn’t actually remember the last time she’d wanted to kiss her scene partner.Maybe she never had.
Nomi’s introspection lasted until he clipped her other arm in place.The bondage yanked her into the moment.
Her arms were above and slightly behind her head.The position lifted her breasts and exposed the soft skin of her inner arms.
Tareq grabbed another pillow off the bed, eyed her, then shoved it behind her lower back.He stuffed it in there, pushing her butt an inch closer to the edge of the table.
“Lean back.I want you to rest your arms, let the cuffs hold them up.”
Gingerly, Nomi relaxed against the pillows, the crown of her head touching the wall.He’d done a good job with the pillows—her back was well-supported.Her arms dangled, resting against the wall.Her wrists were higher than her head, and in line with her shoulders, but there was a comfortable amount of bend at both elbow and shoulder joints.
Tareq stepped back, grabbing the desk chair.It didn’t roll, and could have doubled as a dining room chair, but was comfortable looking, with a slightly curved back, padded seat, and smooth wooden arms.
Tareq positioned it directly in front of her, then took a seat, his body brushing her knees.Once he was seated, he eyed her, and Nomi was acutely aware of both her nudity and vulnerability.
Her ass was at the edge of the desk, legs spread.Her upper body was totally exposed and vulnerable.
Tareq scooted the chair closer, until his knees were tucked under, the arms of the chair practically touching the edge of the desk.He had good desk posture, which would matter if she were a laptop open on the desk, rather than a sub.The thought made her throat tight with a weird, nervous giggle.
Tareq reached down and grabbed her ankle, guiding her foot up to rest on the arm of the chair, bending her knee.He did the same with the other leg, and Nomi made a small noise as she realized that moving her legs had adjusted the angle of her hips, tilting her pelvis up, exposing her pussy more fully.
“Feeling exposed?”he asked with a raised brow.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Realizing that I have an up-close, front row view of your pretty pussy?”
The words made her clench, and she felt fresh moisture seeping out of her, sliding down to her anus, which, while not as exposed as it had been when he had her bent over and spreading her cheeks, was nevertheless on display.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Tareq plucked a long strap from the small pile on the corner of the desk.It was soft leather, probably a yard long.He looped it several times around her ankle, then crossed it on the top of her foot, before looping it around the arm of the chair.He bound her foot in place, creating a figure eight with the strap, one loop around her ankle, the other going under the arm of the chair before crossing over the top of her foot.
When he was done, she couldn’t lift her foot, but could move her knee side to side.
He did the same to the other leg, and in a way it was a relief not to have to try to hold her legs in position.Then Tareq gripped her knees and pressed them open, spreading her wide, wide, wider.
Nomi’s back arched as her inner thigh muscles stretched and pulled.She closed her legs a little, trying to alleviate the slight burn, but Tareq pressed down on her knees.
“I won’t make you hold it forever, but right now I want you spread.As wide as you can go.Really show me that pretty pussy.”
Nomi looked down at herself, and she had a momentary wincing reaction to seeing her belly squished into plump rolls.But she looked at her legs, at how lewdly wide she was spread, and then she looked at his face.
There was no doubt where he was looking.His gaze was fastened on her pussy, his expression intense and focused.He’d made her vulnerable, pushed her to a place where she was quite literally helpless, and in turn she was the center of his attention.
But not just her, or not all of her.Her pussy.A pussy that was aching and wet, but that he hadn’t touched.Hadn’t played with.She’d had Doms who were casually finger-fucking her within two minutes of starting a scene, and she’d enjoyed that.
Tareq might be handsy when it came to her breasts, and he hadn’t been shy about playing with her ass, but he’d avoided her pussy.It was making her crazy with need, which she was sure was his plan.Damned diabolical Doms.
Her thigh muscles twitched from the strain and she shifted, pulling against the cuffs.
Tareq ran his palm over her inner thighs, making long oval passes.When he slid his hands toward her pussy, his thumbs almost, almost touching her labia, Nomi held her breath.
