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 desperate than

might give in, if you

didn’t hesitate. “Please, please,

silent laugh made his

pinch my

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

into fists, nails pressed into her palms. She could feel him waiting,

the Dom, she was the

he wanted to do

sooner you give in—the sooner you realize that your self-imposed control is

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

“Good girl.”

as bolts of pleasure shot from her breasts

“Arch your back more.”

obeyed, dropping her hands under herself to push her butt up off the chair. He continued to tug and twist, but in her greed that

please, I need

do

her made thought nearly impossible except for the single

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

until he released her nipples. Her butt fell back to the

a submissive, she slid off

she set it down on the tiles in

back to me. Good. Now spread your legs so your

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

James kneaded the nape of her neck, then her shoulders, working his way to her upper arms, pushing the shirt as he went so it fell off, puddling around her wrists and

back, rest on my knees. Keep your legs

she let her head drop

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