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.”

couldn’t stop the note of desperation that tinged her words. The constant teasing touch was making her feel desperate, far more desperate than a complete

I might give in, if

hesitate.

silent laugh made his chest rumble. “Please

touch…uh, pinch

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

do anything. Her fingers curled into fists, nails pressed into her palms. She could feel him waiting, but she was

the Dom, she was the

place to be quiet, obedient. If he wanted to do nothing more

in—the sooner you realize that your self-imposed control is the only thing standing

gasped, “please, Master James. Please play with my breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…” She stopped, unable

“Good girl.”

together as bolts of pleasure

“Arch your back more.”

butt up off the chair. He continued to tug and twist,

James, please, I

do you

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

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

to the

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

back, she set it down on the tiles in front of

your back to me. Good. Now spread your legs so your

pillow that protected her knees from the tile. The fact that he cared enough to think of that caused a different kind of warmth to

shoulders, working his way to her upper arms, pushing the shirt as he went

back, rest on my knees. Keep

Instead she let her head drop

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