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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.”

the note of desperation that tinged her words. The constant teasing touch was making her feel desperate, far more desperate than a complete absence of

to you. I might

hesitate. “Please, please,

made his chest rumble. “Please

touch…uh, pinch my

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

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

was the Dom, she was the

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

of her neck, and then the soft spot just behind her ear. “The 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

gasped, “please, Master James. Please play with my breasts. Touch,

“Good girl.”

nipples, pinching them firmly then tugging. Beth’s teeth snapped together as bolts of pleasure

“Arch your back more.”

her butt up off the chair. He

please, I need

What do you

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

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

back to the seat, the growing

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

on the

to me. Good. Now spread your legs so your

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

nape of her neck, then her shoulders, working his way to her upper arms, pushing the shirt as

my knees. Keep your

head drop back, focusing on the canopy of roses between her and

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