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“Is it femdom?”she asked.“I’m not really much of a switch.”She’d of course done her due diligence and tried topping a gentleman or two in her exploration of BDSM, but while it had most definitely been fun, she hadn’t enjoyed it the way she enjoyed submitting.More importantly, topping hadn't fulfilled the emotional need that bottoming did.
“Not necessarily.Though I bet Dommes do this a lot.You’re going to do it because I tell you to.”
He pinched one nipple, tugging until she arched her back and whimpered.Apparently satisfied with the reminder that her body was his to play with, he kept speaking.
“Queening is, at least as far as this club is concerned, one particular sex position.A sort of throne if you will.”
He was grinning up at her in a way that said this was a hint, but for the life of her she didn’t know what he was referring to.Plus, she was distracted by the word sex.They were going to have sex, thank God.
As fun as it was to tease and banter with him, the curiosity was going to kill her.“Are you going to tell me what it is, Sir?”
In response he grabbed her right knee, tugging.He didn’t have the angle or grip to actually pull her leg, but she followed the urging of his hand and swung her leg over his body to straddle his bare waist.Nomi knelt astride him, kneeling up so that her wet pussy wasn’t grinding against his bare stomach.Not that he hadn’t touched and tasted and played with every inch of her.
Tareq gripped her thighs, thumbs rubbing in an arch, and his eyes turned hot, desire stamped on his features.The fact that he wanted her, really wanted her, made her blood hot.
“You’re going to sit on my face while I eat your pussy.”
Nomi’s expressionwent slack with shock.Then she blinked.“No.”
“No?”
He stared up at her, his Dom sense tingling.That didn’t sound like a hard limit “no.”This was something else.
“Why, no?”he asked when she didn’t say anything more.
“I’ll suffocate you.”
Tareq arched one eyebrow.
Nomi waved her hands in the air.“I can’t sit on your face, you’ll die.”
“I’m pretty sure I won’t die.”
“I’ll break your nose or something, but it won’t matter because you’ll be dead because you’ll have suffocated.”
Her alarm seemed genuine so he stifled the laugh that tickled his throat.
“Do you want your tombstone to read ‘smothered to death during sex’?”she demanded.
“It would say ‘died doing what he loved’.”
She laughed, but there was an edge to it.“Tareq, I’m serious, we can’t do oral this way.”
“Why not?”
She moved her hands through the air, emphasizing each word even as she enunciated.“You.Will.Suffocate.”
“I’ll come up for air when I need to.”
“You won’t be able to, because I’ll be sitting on you!”
“I assure you, I’ll manage.”
“No, because I have a belly.”Nomi gripped the soft roundness of her lower abdomen.“So if you’re thinking you can just slide me down out of the way it won’t work because then instead of my pussy on your face you have my fat stomach.”
Tareq stared at her.“You done?”
“You aren’t listening!”
