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.”

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

up to you. I might give

didn’t hesitate.

his chest rumble. “Please

pinch my

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

fingers curled into fists, nails pressed into her palms. She could feel him waiting, but she was waiting too, waiting

Dom,

obedient. If he wanted to

of her neck, and then the soft spot just behind her ear. “The sooner you give in—the sooner you

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

“Good girl.”

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

“Arch your back more.”

obeyed, dropping her hands under herself to push her butt up off the chair. He continued to

please, I need

What do

know. I don’t know.” She couldn’t think. The 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

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

down on the tiles in front of Master James’s

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

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

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

on my

she let her head drop back, focusing on the

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