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“Tell me his name.”
“It was a long time ago.”
“I don’t care.Give me the name of the man who hurt you.”
Nomi was looking at him now, and for a moment there was something soft and surprised in her face, before she raised her brows.“I’m okay, Tareq.”
He lowered his gaze to her breasts, getting his reaction under control.
“I agreed to it,” she said after a moment.
“But he hurt you.”
“He did…for a while.Then he locked me in a cage.”
“And you panicked because you were trapped.”
Her lips pressed together.“No.I got bored.”
Tareq blinked and sat back.“Bored.”
“It was so boring.He’d been dragging me around by the hair, paddled my ass, put manacles on me, spanked my pussy, and it was intense, frightening in the way I wanted it to be.Then he locked me in the cage and ignored me, which was part of the scene, part of the experience…but it was so boring.”
Tareq couldn’t help it, he grinned.
“For the first ten minutes it was hitting all my submissive buttons, knowing that I was trapped there, naked, chained up.”Nomi shook her head.“See, even saying it now, it sounds hot, but the reality was boring.My ass hurt, but not enough.The main thing I felt was cold, then bored, then cold and bored.”
Tareq leaned his head against her leg as he cracked up.
“My fantasy story used to involve days waiting for the king, and a cage,” she admitted.“But after that Iron Court scene I had to delete the cage and go back to just chains, minimal waiting around.”
Tareq rested his chin on her knee.“You are not the kind of submissive that should be left to her own devices.”
She stiffened.“What does that mean?”
“I’d bet good money that you have at least one advanced degree in something book-smart.”
She stared at him.“I have a doctorate.”
“You need submission to get out of your own head.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it and nodded.
“If I were going to make you wait, I’d make sure I’d either spanked that ass hard enough it was all you’d be able to think about.”
Tareq reached down, and gently pinched the part of her butt available to him.
“Or I’d have you plugged, gagged, or filled in a way that wouldn’t let you forget your submission.”
He slid a finger into her pussy.Nomi arched up, gasping.The intensity of her reaction told him exactly how aroused she was.
“Or you’d be in such tight bondage that you’d feel the pressure of my control on every inch of your skin.”
“I like ropes, because they make me feel exactly like you just described.”
“Master Morton mentioned that.”Tareq palmed her breasts.“A few more questions, then we have somewhere to be.”
“We do?”
