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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.”

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

I might give

hesitate.

his chest

touch…uh, pinch my

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

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

the Dom, she

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

her shoulder, the crook 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

James. Please play with my breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…” She stopped, unable to articulate

“Good girl.”

tugging. Beth’s teeth snapped together as bolts of pleasure shot from

“Arch your back more.”

to push her butt up off the chair. He continued to

James, please, I

What do you

her made thought nearly impossible except

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

her nipples. Her butt fell back to the seat, the growing

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

on

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

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

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

on my knees. Keep

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

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