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.”

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

up to you. I might give in,

didn’t hesitate. “Please,

his

pinch

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

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

Dom, she

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

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

breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…” She stopped, unable to

“Good girl.”

as bolts of pleasure shot from

“Arch your back more.”

the chair.

please, I

do you

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

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

to the

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

it back, she set it down on the tiles

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

fact that he cared enough to

her upper arms, pushing the shirt as he went

back, rest on my knees. Keep your legs

keep her chin down. Instead she let her head drop back, focusing on the canopy of roses between her and

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