Beth shifted around until she was once more curled up against him. This time she didn’t need any prompting to get comfortable. The shirt had fallen closed and she inched it off her shoulder, hoping his fingers might find their way back to her breast.

“Is that an invitation?” His whisper was warm against her ear.

“Yes,” she answered truthfully, hoping that was acceptable.

“Well, it would be ungentlemanly of me to turn down such a pretty invitation.”

* * * His fingers returned to her right breast, tracing patterns over her skin, but avoiding the aching peak. Her nipple budded tight, and Beth arched her back slightly, offering herself, begging him without words.

“Unbutton the shirt.”

Beth’s fingers trembled as she obeyed, eagerly peeling it open so her whole torso was bare. Reaching across his body, Master James began to tease her left breast with his free hand while cupping the outer curve of her right.

It was pleasurable, but not enough, not what she wanted.

Beth arched her back, her head pressed hard into his shoulder.

“What do you want, Beth?”

“I want…” She knew exactly what she wanted, but couldn’t say it.

“Tell me.”

The command made it easier to speak. “I want you to touch my nipples.”

“Just touch?” His fingers feathered over the tips of her breasts in a barely there caress.

“More,” she pleaded quietly.

Master James’s hands stopped moving. “That didn’t sound like begging.”

of desperation that tinged her words. The constant teasing touch was making her feel desperate, far more desperate

might

didn’t hesitate. “Please, please,

made his chest rumble. “Please

pinch my

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

fingers curled into fists, nails pressed into

was the Dom, she was the

quiet, obedient. If he wanted to do nothing more than hold her

in—the sooner you realize that your self-imposed

play with my breasts.

“Good girl.”

of pleasure shot from her breasts to her pussy, making

“Arch your back more.”

off the chair. He

James, please, I

What do

don’t know. I don’t know.” She couldn’t think. The burning pleasure within her made thought nearly impossible except for the single word that ran through

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

butt fell back to the seat, the growing ball of heat and pleasure inside her

she slid off the couch and padded over to the nearest basket, grabbing a

set it down on the tiles in front of Master

me. Good. Now spread your legs

the tile. The fact that he cared enough to think of that caused a different kind of warmth to grow within

working his way to her upper arms, pushing the shirt as he went so it fell off, puddling around her wrists and

rest on my knees. Keep your legs

her chin down. Instead she let her head drop

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