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“I’m not actually sure, and that’s the truth.I don’t think I’ve ever gotten off while in rope.Maybe it’s too much.Too much sensory input so it makes it hard to concentrate.”
“I’m trying not to take this as a challenge.”He placed his thumbs right on her nipples and rolled them like her tits were a game controller.
“Oh god, that feels good,” she breathed.
“Depending on how Julen, sorry, Master Morton, ties you, I’d like to play with you, not just touch you, properly play with you.But not if that’s more than you can, or want to, deal with.”
“Normally I’d say no, but if you’re the one touching me, yes.”
The words were out before she thought them through, and when he paused, thumbs going still, she cringed inside.That had sounded way too needy, and a little guileless.She hadn’t meant it to be either.It had been truth spoken while her attention was focused on the pleasure of his hands on her breasts.
She wanted, needed, to rush past this moment before he said something that made the awkwardness already burning through her flare into white-hot embarrassment.
“Why are we doing a rope scene, Sir?”She rushed out the question, one she’d been wanting to voice, but had been too caught up in enjoying being with him to risk asking.
“Ilias has a vision.Not sure what’s going on with him and his sub, but he wants multiple subs in suspension at once.”
“And you offered me up?”The words came out breathy.
“Hmm.”Tareq’s hand slid from her breast, over her belly and the belt of her robe, to the apex of her thighs.“Spread for me.”
Though most of her weight was on her feet, her butt was halfway on his thigh, so she transferred her weight to one foot, and hooked the other leg over his.She started to tip her hips as she realized in this position her belly would make it hard for him to reach her pussy, but he wasn’t shy or hesitant.Tareq shoved his hand between her legs, cupping her sex, his middle finger slipping between her labia.
“Do you like the idea of me offering you up to another Dom to play with?”
He stroked her clit with the pad of his index finger and Nomi clutched her own hair hard enough to make her scalp hurt.
“You know I do.I just told you so.”
“You also said the idea scared you.So if I told you to get on your hands and knees and crawl over to Master Morton, then tell him that I’ve ordered you to serve him in whatever way he sees fit…how would that feel?”
Nomi licked her dry lips, her hips rocking against his hand.He’d actually stopped moving his finger, instead letting her rub herself against him.
“Scary,” she said.“But hot.You’d stay?You wouldn’t go away?”
“Of course I’d stay.You’re mine.”
The orgasm took her by surprise.One moment it was building, her abdominal muscles starting to tense, then she was gasping as much in shock as pleasure as she came.
Tareq jammed his hand deeper between her legs, the heel of his hand braced against her clit, one finger shoved up inside her.The penetration triggered a second wave of pleasure.
She was gasping, shocked and a little trembly from the intensity, when she finally opened her eyes and turned just her head to look at him.Her arm was still up and back in a slightly awkward manner, her hand fisted in his short hair, his face mere inches from hers.
“I…I didn’t know that was going to happen,” she breathed.
Tareq arched a brow.
“I really didn’t.”
“I think you really like the idea of being sent to serve another Dom.”
Nomi didn’t think that was what had triggered it.She was fairly certain it was hearing him say “you’re mine.”She wasn’t sure if the intensity of that reaction could be blamed on her submission or her love of spicy fantasy romance, but either way, she’d had a strong reaction.
Now the problem was that she was in that post-orgasm state where things that had sounded sexy and fun a few minutes ago sounded far less appealing.
She bit her lip, eyeing him as she debated what to say.
Then his arm tensed, and he pulled up on her pussy.He was holding her tight, two fingers inside her, her labia spread wide by his palm.
