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“I…I want to say no, but I might be.”She lowered her gaze.“But if you want to finish, if you want to be done with…the game.”
“Oh no, we’re not done.”He leaned in, whispered in her ear.“You’re still mine.”
He sat back in time to see her expression, an open-mouthed shock of pleasure.He reached for her breasts, squeezing them in turn without touching her nipples or the toys.Still, that must have been enough to cause fresh pain, which in turn pushed her over the edge into orgasm.
Her expression went slack and then she squeezed her eyes closed, her body shaking with pleasure.“Oh my god.Sir, Master, please pleasepleaseplease.”
Tareq snatched up the remote, amping up the g-spot vibrator, but turning down the clit vibrator to prolong the orgasm.Her slow inhale was followed by a high, thin scream of pleasure.
Fifteen minutes later, she was out of the ropes, and ten minutes after that he led a naked Nomi, ass still plugged, nipples still held in the metal cages, back to their room.
Chapter15
Nomi felt weepy, and couldn’t pinpoint why.Not that she didn’t have reasons.There were plenty of reasons.
Rope bondage always made her feel soft and vulnerable, and tonight had been even more intense than normal, so it made sense that she had cathartic tears.
She’d just had one of the top ten most intense orgasms of her life.Another good reason she might cry.
Tareq had once more used the word “mine” and she was reading way too much into that.That alone had her emotions running high with a fucked-up combination of hope and self-disgust.He’d meant mine for the scene.Mine for the night, the moment.Nothing more.If that was the reason, they were tears of self-directed frustration.
On the physical side, he’d decided not to take out the plug or take off the nipple clamps, though he’d loosened them.Still, both were enough to keep her in a constant state of awareness and throbbing ache, and these might be tears of sexual frustration.
Any one of those emotional or physical elements was probably enough to justify some cathartic tears.Altogether, it was no wonder that as Tareq closed the door she stood there with tears sliding down her face.
He turned, examining her from head to toe.She winced, realizing she hadn’t been thinking about how she was standing, so she was probably hunched and frumpy looking, especially since she was naked.If she didn’t stand the right way, her body went from ancient goddess curves to lumpy dough.With the next breath her self-confidence reared up and smacked that thought down.Her body was good and beautiful no matter how she stood.She raised her chin, refusing to apologize for existing.
Tareq’s gaze finished assessing her, and he reached for her breasts.
They were tender, and Nomi instinctively flinched back.He paused, silently eyed her, then gripped her shoulders.
He forced her to square up, then pushed on her shoulders until they were down and back, her chest up.
He watched her as he slowly reached for her breasts.He was giving her time to react.Daring her to deny him access.
She held his gaze, both defiant and submissive.
He cupped her tits, thumbs pressing up on the edge of the nipple clamps.The sweet pain was sharp, and she bit her lip even as her pussy throbbed.
“Just a little more,” he encouraged her before using his thumbs to rotate the metal flowers, which in turn twisted her nipples.
Nomi bit her lip harder.
“No, open your mouth.Relax your hands, I don’t want you making a fist.Now relax your shoulders.”
Body part by body part he made her release the physical tension she was using as a counterbalance to the pain.He twisted the clamps further.With her mouth open, she couldn’t muffle the moan.
“You’re so fucking submissive, and yet so fucking smart and defiant.”
Nomi hadn’t expected the compliment, and blinked.Before she could reply, he released her breasts, and the clamps falling back to their starting position had her panting in pain.
“Grab your own ass and hold on.”
Nomi obeyed, but used this as an excuse to feel for the bite marks.She found them with her fingers, wincing when she touched the tender flesh.That small sensation was quickly subsumed when he unscrewed the nipple clamps.Though they were loose enough she could have safely continued to wear them, there was still a painful tingle when he removed the restriction.
He took care of her, placing his palms over her nipples and massaging them before bending to examine each one carefully.
“I want you to appreciate the self-restraint I’m using,” he said.
