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“Changing my own oil.”
He pinched her pussy, and she yelped.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“You tried it once, and said never again,” he prompted.
“Interested in seeing my trauma?”
“Is that what it was?Traumatizing?”
“No, Sir.Well…not exactly?”She tipped her head to the side, resting it against her arm.
He stroked her legs, but didn’t ask again.If she didn’t want to answer, that was her right.He might spank her, taking her pain as payment for passing, but hell, he’d spank her anyway.
Though her lashes were lowered, Nomi met his gaze.“I could just tell you about my hard limits, but I don’t think that’s the point of the question.”
He petted her legs, staying quiet to let her talk.
“You want to know about a time I tried something, or had something done to me, and I ended up adding it to my hard limits, or just made sure it wasn’t a part of any future scenes.”
Her gaze shifted away from his face, so she was looking into the middle distance.Remembering.
“But sometimes I don’t know if… if the problem is me, or the execution.”
“Is it a problem at all?”
“Maybe not.”
“How about you stop speaking in the hypothetical and tell me what happened?”
“Tell you a true story this time?”
“We’ll be coming back to your fantasy, because you’re going to tell me the rest of the story even if you have to make it up on the spot, but for now, yes, tell me a true story.”
“I don’t want you to think badly of me.”She almost whispered the words
“No judgment,” he promised.
She looked dubious then shook her head slightly.“It’s natural to add value, or judgment, to the things you see or hear, but I appreciate the sentiment.”She took a breath and started speaking, her attention on something behind him, as if she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
“There was this scene…we negotiated it for weeks in advance, because we were going to use an Iron Court room.”
The idea of some other Dom taking Nomi to one of the hardcore spaces in that particular courtyard made Tareq’s back teeth grind.
“It was supposed to be a full slave-style scene, if you know what I mean.”
Terminology in BDSM rarely had universal definitions, but he understood.
“You were going to be used and abused rather than played with,” he said.
She nodded.“Exactly.Chains and metal rather than padded cuffs, no clothes, had to crawl, expect heavy impact play.”
Tareq wrapped his arms around her knees.“Did he beat you?”
“Yes, but—”
