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Chapter 62

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.”

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

up to you. I might give in,

didn’t hesitate. “Please, please,

silent laugh made his chest rumble. “Please

pinch

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

her breath, but he didn’t do anything. Her fingers curled into fists, nails pressed into her palms. She

Dom, she

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

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.

play with my breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…”

“Good girl.”

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

“Arch your back more.”

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

please, I

What do you

made thought nearly impossible except for the single word

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

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

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

she set it down on the tiles in front of Master

the pillow, with your back to me. Good. Now spread your legs so your feet are on either side of

for the pillow that protected her knees from the tile. The fact that he cared enough to think of that caused

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 draping over

back, rest on my knees.

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

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