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“And what did he do once he had you on your knees?”
“He moved over so that his legs were on either side of me and then he reached over and down and slid his hands into my top.I hadn’t said one word to him and he was playing with my nipples.And not just playing, he was pinching and twisting.Really abusing them.”
Tareq kept up the soft back and forth strokes of his thumbs, and the gentle touch was an odd counterpoint to sweet pain in her memory.
“It only lasted a few minutes before club security came by and told us to knock it off.The guy stood up, grabbed my wrist and tried to bring me with him.I was tempted, seriously tempted, but my common sense prevailed and I shook my head.He looked at me, disappointed, then walked off.Never saw him again.”
“I’m glad you didn’t go with him,” Tareq said.
“For months after that, I regretted it.No one else at the club ever approached me, and I thought that was my one shot at having a Dom, and I’d fucked it up because I listen to too many true crime podcasts and knew that if I left with him and ended up dead, everyone who heard the story would think I was a dumbass.”
Tareq’s head dropped back as he laughed, his hands squeezing her breasts.
“You know I’m right,” she insisted, adjusting her position on the desk.“If I let a stranger lead me out of that club and ended up dead, right or wrong I’d get blamed for my own murder.”
He was still grinning as he sat forward.“You’re right.It’s wrong, but you’re right.”
“So now you know my shameful BDSM origin story.”
“It wasn’t shameful.Dangerous, yes.But the idea of being able to walk up to a woman, take her by the hair, and have her obediently kneel and submit to being touched and abused is hot.The fact that it’s against the rules of the lifestyle and dangerous doesn’t make it any less hot.”
Nomi’s defensiveness melted away under his words, his understanding.
“Follow up question.You said he played with your nipples, but you were specific.What was it?Pinching, twisting… ‘really abused them’?”
His hands had gone still on her breasts and Nomi tensed.“Yes, Sir.That’s what…that’s what I said.”
“Like this?”Tareq gently gripped each nipple between finger and thumb, then pinched down hard.
Nomi yelped, torso twisting in an instinctive move to throw off his hands.It was futile as he easily kept hold of her nipples, still pinching.
“Back into position,” he barked.
She hissed out a breath between her teeth and slowly turned, back flat against the pillows.
“Good girl.Now I want you to look down.See how hard I’m pinching these pretty nipples.”
She obeyed, looking at his fingers, at her flesh compressed and white in the vise of his grip.
Tareq released her nipples, and there was a beat before the returning blood flow brought with it a different pain.It was fast, there and gone, nothing so prolonged as the pain of having clamps removed.
“No,” he commanded.“Keep your shoulders relaxed.”
She hadn’t even realized she’d hunched them, hollowing her chest, until he said something.
He flicked each nipple, fast up and down motions of his index fingers catching her nipples on both the up and down strokes.
“What is your sexiest fantasy?”
“Sexiest?”The pleasure of having her nipples played with made it hard to think.
“Yes.It doesn’t have to be realistic.Doesn’t have to have anything to do with BDSM or submission.”
“Can I…Can I ask something?”
Tareq stilled his flicking fingers.“Of course.”
“Is this one of those things where I tell you and then you try to make it happen?”
