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Instead, his thumbs pressed into the skin at the crease where pussy met inner thigh, and he pulled, opening her further, still without touching her.
Something inside her popped, that tight, pressure-filled bubble of anticipation deflating.It wasn’t that she wanted or needed her pussy played with any less.No, it was a release of control.She’d held herself coiled tight as she willed him to do what she wanted.
But that wasn’t what this moment was about.It was about her accepting her own submission.Acknowledging that even if she could will him to finger her, she shouldn’t, because when and how he touched her sex was up to him.
Nomi closed her eyes, shoulder and arm muscles relaxing.Her thighs still burned and ached from being spread so wide, but the rest of her was soft and accepting.
“Good girl.”He cupped her knees, gently raising them, helping her close her legs just a little.
“Show me how wide you can keep them spread comfortably.And for an extended period.I have a lot of questions.”
Nomi butterflied her knees together then apart, letting them fall open to a comfortable point.Even with her fleshy thighs, she was spread enough that her pussy was visible.
Tareq wrapped his arms around her knees, chest wedged between them.He eyed her, from bound wrists down, his gaze lingering on her tits before sliding back to her face.
“There always comes a point,” he said softly, and though he was looking at her, she had the odd feeling that he was almost talking to himself, “once my sub is in bondage, especially if they’re also post-impact play, where I sort of want to rescue them.”
“Rescue them…from themselves?”she asked.Her arms tightened, her fingers wrapping around the straps that tethered her to the wall.
“No.”Still holding her legs, he leaned in, his body forcing her thighs wider apart.His lips feathered over the inner curve of her breast and then his teeth closed on her flesh.He bit her.
Hard.
Nomi yelped.He’d taken a mouthful of tit, so at least he wasn’t pinching a fold of skin, but the compressive pressure of his sharp teeth—at least they felt sharp—was a shock.
Tareq released her, tongue running over the impressions he’d made in her flesh.
“No,” he repeated.“Rescue them from myself.”He sat back, resting his chin on her left knee.His gaze lingered on her breast, on the bite mark.“It took a long time to come to terms with being a sadist.”
Nomi kept silent, listening.She needed to make sure she didn’t flip into work mode.He turned his head and kissed the inside of her knee.The feel of his hot breath and damp lips against her flesh grounded her in this moment.She wasn’t his therapist.She was his sub—
No, nothissub.At least not in the permanent, possessive interpretation of the phrase.He’d called her his sub, but he’d meant for the game, for tonight.
“The first time you spank a girl’s ass it’s okay.It’s slap and tickle.But you realize that you don’t want to stop at one spanking.You want to keep spanking her until she’s crying, and you feel like a monster.”
The metal on her cuffs clinked against the carabiners as she instinctively reached for him.
“You swear off porn in case it’s turning you into a psychopath.You try to recapture that white-knight urge you felt when you were younger.You go the other way and become the gentlest lover ever.”
He touched the bite mark on her breast.
“But that need comes back.You get into the lifestyle, use the rules about the power exchange to alleviate the worry that you’re a fucking bastard.”
“You’re not a bastard.”
His gaze slid up to her face.“Thank you, but I’ve accepted that I am, in fact, a bastard.I’ve also accepted that my desire to give consensual pain, to have control, is rooted in a need to have a deep, intense connection.”
“It’s the intensity, and intimacy, that you crave,” she said.
“Exactly.”He smirked.“But I still love the sight of a well-spanked ass.”
“Really?”She blinked in mock shock.“I would never have guessed.”
He sat back, gripping her knees.“I want to spread you open and spank this pretty pussy and bite your nipples.”He forced her knees wide.
Nomi sucked in air, braced for him to do exactly what he’d just said.Braced not in fear, but anticipation.
“But there’s this point where I also want to rescue a pretty girl from that cruel fate.”
