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.”

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

to you. I might give in,

didn’t hesitate.

his

pinch

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

into fists, nails pressed

Dom, she

If he wanted to do nothing more than hold her

you give in—the sooner you realize that your

my breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…”

“Good girl.”

as bolts of pleasure shot from her breasts to her pussy, making

“Arch your back more.”

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

please, I

do

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

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

butt fell back to the seat, the growing ball of heat and pleasure

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

it down on the tiles in front of Master

on the pillow, with your back to me. Good. Now spread your legs so your

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

working his way to her upper arms, pushing the

back, rest on my knees.

head drop back, focusing on the canopy of

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