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She didn’t balk or hesitate. Keeping her hands behind her head, she bent to a perfect 90 degrees at the waist. Now he had a nice view of the rosette of her anus and her pussy. Both were waxed completely bare. Spreading her ass open with his thumbs, he blew against her rear entrance and was rewarded with a small shiver.

Her pussy lips were glossy from her orgasm, the scent of her pleasure heavy in the air. Palms on the back of her thighs, he now used his thumbs to spread her outer labia, examining the soft pink core of her sex. Her clit was large and partially erect from behind its protective hood.

Holding her open with index and middle fingers of one hand, he used the tip of his other thumb to press on the edge of her clit hood, trying to expose more of her clit.

Beth gasped and her posture wavered.

“Brace yourself.”

She dropped both arms, bending further until she could brace both hands on the floor. It opened her up even more. James retuned his attention to her clit, using a precise, almost clinical touch. In a way it was showing off, making sure she knew that he knew exactly how to touch her.

Beth started to tremble. “Master…”

“Yes?”

She shook her head, hair brushing the floor.

Dipping his thumb into the cream that had pooled at her entrance, James coated her clit. The slick skin made his task more difficult but would keep her from getting uncomfortable. As he manipulated her clit hood—rubbing and pressing on it, occasionally giving it a light squeeze, Beth started to tremble.

He knew that rhythmic, steady touches to the clit were the gold standard for female orgasms. Multiple subs had told him that having their clit hood manipulated was sexy, and clearly the act of a Dom, but too strange to allow orgasm.

Acting on a hunch, James continued to toy with her clit hood, and when he finally had his thumb in the perfect position to hold it back, exposing the tiny core of her clit, he pressed hard, mashing her clit hood against her pelvic bone.

Beth screamed, her whole body shaking. He saw her knees start to give out and quickly grabbed her hips, easing them to the ground. Beth’s body shook, and he could see through the hair that had fallen over her face that her eyes were squeezed closed, her lips clenched.

Pinching her labia closed he rubbed them in a circle, a muted caress of her clit. Her eyes popped open and her mouth opened too, though no sound emerged. Kneeling behind her, James slid one hand under her chest and forced her up, so that they were once more back to chest. He held her like that until her body stopped quaking. He’d never made a woman come like that. Her responsiveness was incredible.

hesitant to ask whatever

one of the habits he would break her

“Yes?”

to…will we…is there going

or delaying orgasm was one of a Dom’s best tools, but clearly that had been taken too far with Beth. Watching

very good girl there will be sex.” He helped her to her feet then spun her around so she could see the promise of pleasure in his face, but she kept her eyes

up until she looked at him, he rubbed her

cock. He

voice was deeper than normal,

fading from her eyes and she frowned. “Being good means following

“Yes…and no.”

disgruntled, which

grabbed her chin, putting enough pressure into the touch that it was not a caress but a command. “You’ll obey my rules, you’ll

relaxing into his control. Physically she was perfectly obedient and

that her worry had been negated by her trust in his domination, but in the

rules, I’d be

unbuttoning his shirt. “But if I do that I can’t change the

wasn’t going to be an easy sub, but he had no doubt that when he finally

rarely looked at him with such blatant

sex now?” Beth licked her lower

yes, though that was not part of the plan he’d come up with while she withered with pleasure in his

off and held it up so she could

me clothes.” She eyed

not a house elf. It’s

in a huge grin. It transformed her face—she was suddenly so breathtakingly