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Nathan blinked. “What?”

Tara gripped her hips, squeezing her own flesh. “I don’t like it when people touch my fat.”

He stared at her hands, then her face, then back to her hands. “What the shit are you talking about?”

That startled a laugh out of Tara, and it was his turn to grimace.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m not trying to be dismissive of your feelings. But…what?”

Tara gripped the delicious soft skin low on her belly. “I’m well aware that this is what a normal female body looks like, but knowing that intellectually is different than actually embodying it to the level of not being self-conscious while naked straddling a hot man’s lap.”

“You think I’m hot?”

Tara pursed her lips. “That’s your takeaway?”

“I like to focus on what’s important.”

Tara laughed, the lines that had bracketed her mouth finally disappearing.

Carefully, Nathan slid his hands up her thighs, then pressed his palms over the backs of her hands. “Will you move your hands for me, baby?”

Tara softened, her gaze dropping to his mouth, her lashes thick and lush as they partially hid her eyes.

Slowly, she tugged her hands out from under his, letting them fall to her side. He cleared his throat pointedly and she raised her hands, lacing her fingers together at the back of her neck.

“I won’t tell you how to feel about your body. That’s not my place, or anyone’s place. Though I suspect some asshole did or said something to make you feel self-conscious.”

“Honestly it’s mostly society in general.”

“Fucking society. Those shits.”

Tara laughed.

“But please believe me when I say that I personally find your body incredibly appealing. If there are parts of you that you don’t want me to touch, we can make that a hard limit.” He ran his hands side to side along her lower belly, occasionally feeling her tremble.

“No,” she murmured. “I don’t want to stop you from touching any part of me. I guess in a way, I’m used to Doms going right for erogenous zones. It’s…unexpectedly intimate to have someone touch my stomach, or my legs, or even my upper arms. All the places that don’t normally get touched.”

“Before, when you leaned away from me, was that about this?” He gently squeezed her.

She nodded with a sigh. “You were kind of tucking your fingers underneath my fat roll where it lay on my thigh.”

Nathan stared at her legs and hips. Yes, a little bit of her torso skin was resting on her thighs. But she was seated. Wasn’t that normal?

He cleared his throat. “To be clear, we are not going to refer to this sexy little area right here as a fat roll.” He ran his palms up her thighs until his fingers hit the “roll” in question. Pressing his palms flat against her lower belly, fingers splayed out along her hips, he squeezed. The hip straps of her fetwear were still in place and already compressing her flesh. Now his fingers joined in, making her lower body a study of soft flesh trapped by stiff straps and hard fingers.

“You see this?” He jiggled his hands, making her flesh ripple. “This is sexy as shit.”

“I want so desperately to believe you,” she murmured.

“And I want you to believe me when I say things like this.” He shifted one hand, sliding it up inside of her thigh. “But I know you. And words aren’t going to make you believe me. So I’ll just use this pretty body exactly the way I want.”

For the first time, he cupped her pussy, the latex slick under his palm, the heat of her almost scorching.

Tara’s head fell back, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

“I’m going to use you as if you were my personal sex doll. Made just for me, exactly to my specifications.”

“It’s probably messed up how hot I find this.”

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