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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.

She whispered his name, clearly hesitant to

of the habits he would

“Yes?”

we…is

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

be sex.” He helped her to her feet then spun her around

until she looked at him, he rubbed her lower lip with one finger, and she opened

He

deeper than normal,

and she frowned. “Being good means following the rules, but you said there

“Yes…and no.”

disgruntled,

was not a caress but a command. “You’ll obey my rules, you’ll follow my

was perfectly obedient and emotionally responsive. The challenge

worry had been negated by her trust in his domination, but in the next breath she

if you wrote down your rules, I’d be

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

that when he finally put all the pieces of the

fascination. He was in good shape, but women rarely looked at him with

to have sex now?”

was not part of the

she could slip into it. Beth

me clothes.” She eyed the

house elf. It’s

then she broke out in a huge grin. It transformed her face—she