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.”

beg?” Beth couldn’t stop the note of desperation that tinged her words. The constant teasing touch was making her feel desperate, far more desperate

I might give in, if

hesitate. “Please,

made his chest

touch…uh, pinch my

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

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

was the Dom, she was

was her place to be quiet, obedient. If he wanted to do nothing more than hold her breasts, that was

sooner you realize that your self-imposed control is the

James. Please play with my breasts. Touch, pinch,

“Good girl.”

bolts of pleasure shot from her breasts to

“Arch your back more.”

hands under herself to push her butt up off the chair. He continued to tug and twist, but

please, I need

do you

couldn’t think. The burning pleasure within her made thought nearly impossible except for the single word that ran through her mind like

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

back to the seat, the growing ball of

she’d ever shown as a submissive, she slid off the couch and padded over to the nearest basket,

down on the tiles in

me. Good. Now spread your legs so your feet are on either side

glad for the pillow that protected her knees from the tile. The fact that

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

on my knees. Keep

Beth couldn’t keep her chin down. Instead she let her head drop back, focusing on the canopy of

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255