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.”

that tinged her words. The constant teasing touch was making her

might give in,

didn’t hesitate.

his chest rumble. “Please

touch…uh, pinch

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

didn’t do anything. Her fingers curled into fists, nails pressed into her palms. She could feel him waiting, but

Dom, she was

he wanted to do nothing more than hold her

sooner you give in—the sooner you realize that your self-imposed control is the only thing standing between us—the sooner I can give you what you want. The sooner I can

breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…” She stopped, unable to articulate

“Good girl.”

grabbed her nipples, pinching them firmly then tugging. Beth’s teeth snapped together as bolts of pleasure shot from her breasts to her pussy, making muscles

“Arch your back more.”

butt up off the chair.

please, I

do you

burning pleasure within her made thought nearly impossible except for the single word that

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

he released her nipples. Her butt fell back to the seat,

a submissive, she slid off the couch

it down on

Good. Now spread your legs so your

fact that he cared enough

pushing the

back, rest on my knees. Keep your legs

keep her chin down. Instead she let her head drop back, focusing on the canopy of roses between her and the

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