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The ownership and command of that gesture, a visceral reminder of the power exchange, wiped away that post-orgasm reluctance.

Her body went soft, her head fell back in submission.His free hand curled around her neck, squeezing gently.She gasped, which only highlighted the pressure against her throat.

“You look pretty like this,” he murmured.“Soft and fuckable after coming.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“But you don’t get to be fucked.You have to earn it.”

“I’ll be obedient,” she whispered.

“Of course you will.I won’t let you be anything else.”His voice was pure dark command, absolute authority.

Nomi rocked her hips into his hand, grinding herself against him.

“First, you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock in apology for coming without permission.I’m not going to punish you, because I enjoy your pleasure too, but I think we’ll both feel better if I gag you with my dick again.”

Nomi sucked in air and the crude, visceral words.

“Then I’m going to take you over to Master Morton and offer your services to him.And you’ll be obedient.You’ll obey him, serve him, because I ordered you to.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And when you’re tied up, dangling in the air, and helpless, I’m going to touch you however, wherever, I want.If I want to shove three fingers in your ass, I will.If I want to suck your nipples until they’re hard and pink, I’ll do that.”

If she hadn’t just reached orgasm, that would have done it.Made her come.

“Yes, Sir.”

His hand tightened on her neck, cutting off her air for a brief moment, and it was glorious.When he released her neck she gasped, already missing his hand.She could feel the imprint of it against her skin, like a brand.

“Up.”

He gave the order even as he pulled his fingers from her pussy.He wiped them on her breasts, being sure to coat her nipples.The combination of moisture and the warm night breeze had her areolas ruching tight from the cold.

He held her for a moment once she was on her feet.Then his warmth disappeared from her back, only to reappear a moment later.He tossed a floor cushion on to wood boards of the low stage before reaching out and undoing the belt of her robe.Nomi took care of the buttons, then dropped her hands to her sides.

“On your knees.”

Nomi turned, her sheer robe hanging open, her naked body framed and presented rather than veiled.

Tareq had resumed his position on the rolling stool, but this time he wasn’t leaning back against the post.Instead, he had his legs spread, feet braced.

She nudged the cushion into place between his feet and dropped to her knees.

He smiled down at her, but it was a dark smile, not one of his friendly grins.

Nomi put her hands on his thighs, needing the contact, as she watched him undo his pants and free his cock.

He was hard, the tip glistening.She leaned in, flicking him before dipping down to use the tip of her tongue on the underside of the head.

He hissed in pleasure, then shoved her hands off his legs.For a moment that worried her, but then he grabbed her robe and yanked it off her shoulders.The fabric slithered down to pool on her calves.

“Hands behind your back.I’m going to fuck your face.”

She obediently laced her fingers together, joined hands resting at the top of her ass.She licked her lips, doing her best to prepare herself.

Nothing could have prepared her for the first hard thrust of his cock into her mouth.He grabbed handfuls of her hair, moved her head until her mouth brushed his dick, then shoved his cock in.It hit the back of her throat, making her gag.She struggled for a moment, instinct fighting submission.He pulled out, adjusted his grip until he cupped the back of her head, and slammed her head down on his cock.He went deeper this time, the tip entering her throat, pushing past her gag reflex.Her forehead hit his lower stomach and she swallowed, fighting the panicky need to breathe.

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