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God that was a bad idea.Subbing for a man her heart had dubbed boyfriend-material was stupid.She’d end up with firmly rooted romantic feelings for him that might interfere with her ability to form romantic attachments outside of the club.
Her vanilla relationships were few and far between, because they often weren’t sexually satisfying.However, on those occasions when she had been in a relationship, but had still needed to come to Las Palmas for the emotional release, she’d always kept her scenes strictly platonic, if kinky.Rope sessions with her underwear on, a flogging, again underwear on, or even getting all dressed up in fet wear and then playing bartender had worked for her in the past.
Those weren’t the kinds of scenes she’d do with Tareq.No, with him sexual contact and pleasure were part of the power exchange.Which meant if she was regularly sceneing with him, there would be no romantic relationships outside the club, just because of the sex, never mind that there was real danger she wouldn’t feel the need to even look for a romantic partner in the vanilla world if she had a boyfriend material man waiting for her each weekend at the club.
She tipped her face up into the spray, not caring that her hair, which she’d pulled up into a bun, was getting wet.
Though talk therapy wasn’t really what she did, Nomi decided to try visualizing to check her reasoning.As hot water beat against her skin, Nomi pictured herself six months from now.
She meets a nice guy at a bar.Someone a little bookish, maybe with a fun nerdy hobby or two.After their fourth date she invites him back to her place and…and she closes the door in his face because her ass is still sore from a spanking and Tareq had fucked her less than 48 hours prior.Minus it being unfair to all parties for her to be sleeping with two different people without their knowledge, how would she explain the bruises on her ass and the bite marks on her tits to her date?Never mind that she didn’t really want to fuck her faceless, imaginary boyfriend.Why would she when she could have all the good conversation and better sex here at Las Palmas?
Damn it.
She turned the water off.Enough of this, she was going in circles.
Tareq was bad news and the best Dom she’d ever been with.She needed to walk away from him before she got any more emotionally involved and invested.
She didn’t want to walk away at all.She wanted to wear his collar.
Nomi pressed the towel to her face and considered screaming into it.
In the end, the only thing she could do was to finish drying off, using sample-size products from the stash in the bathroom drawer to make herself presentable, and get dressed.It took her a few minutes to get the dress zipped on her own, though she managed it.The formal wear felt silly on a weekend afternoon, but she was ready to face whatever came next.
Until she opened the bathroom door and the sheets were in a pile on the floor and he was emptying out the desk drawers into a small bag.
“Oh.”
He looked over when she spoke, following her gaze to the pile of sheets.
“I know they say we don’t have to do anything, but I figure the cleaning staff already has an intense job.The least I can do is pull the sheets off for them.”
Nomi nodded woodenly, her question answered.He had no intention of using this room any longer.Meaning he had no plans to scene today.No plans to play with her again.
“Tell you what, how about I drop this off in the Den?”Tareq held up the bag he just loaded.“Why don’t you go get dressed, you know in street clothes, and then we can meet and have some breakfast.Though at this point it’s definitely lunch.”
Nomi nodded, forced herself to smile.“Sounds good.”
It was happening too fast.She thought she’d anticipated all the possibilities, but everything felt rushed and out of control as he finished checking the room and she put on her shoes.
He held the door open for her, and Nomi forced herself to smile at him as she exited.
She blinked against the brightness of the light, keeping her eyes slitted as they started walking.It was a good excuse to not look at him.
“Fifteen minutes?”he asked when they reached the point where their paths separated.
“Okay,” she lied.Or maybe it wasn’t a lie.“Okay” was an acknowledgment, not a confirmation.
He started to turn away.
“And, Tareq?”She couldn’t help herself from saying something.The words “goodbye” caught on her tongue.That would be ridiculously dramatic.“Thank you.”
He started to reach for her but stopped himself and grinned.“Thank you.I’ll see you in fifteen minutes.”
Nomi turned towards the Subs’ Garden.
She had no intention of meeting Tareq for a “hey that was fun let’s be friends” lunch.She needed to get out of here, and get away from him, now.
Tareq wasonly steps away from the dining room when Master Mikel hailed him.Tareq paused, his attention sliding to the dining room door.He was curious what Nomi looked like in her regular clothes.He was curious about what she did for a living.
