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.”

note of desperation that tinged her words. The constant teasing touch

to you. I might give in, if you

hesitate. “Please, please,

made his chest rumble.

touch…uh, pinch

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

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

Dom, she

her place to be quiet, obedient. If he wanted to do nothing

you realize that your self-imposed control is the only thing standing between us—the sooner I can give you what you want. The sooner I can do the things

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

“Good girl.”

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

“Arch your back more.”

up off the chair. He continued to tug and twist, but in her greed that wasn’t

James, please, I

What do you

I don’t know.” She couldn’t think. The burning pleasure within her made thought nearly impossible except for the single word that ran

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

nipples. Her butt fell back to the seat, the growing ball of

more reluctance than she’d ever shown as a submissive, she slid off the couch and padded over to the nearest basket,

it back, she set it down on

your back to me. Good. Now spread your legs

from the tile. The fact that he cared enough to think of that

her upper arms, pushing the shirt as he went

on my knees. Keep your

couldn’t keep her chin down. Instead she let her head drop back, focusing on the canopy

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