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.”

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

I might give

didn’t hesitate. “Please, please,

laugh made his chest rumble. “Please

pinch my

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

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

the Dom, she was the

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

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

she gasped, “please, Master James. Please play with my breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…”

“Good girl.”

grabbed her nipples, pinching them firmly then tugging. Beth’s teeth snapped together as bolts of pleasure shot from her breasts to her pussy, making muscles low

“Arch your back more.”

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

James, please, I

What do you

know. I don’t know.” She couldn’t think. The burning pleasure within her made thought

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

back to the seat, the growing ball

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

set it down on the tiles in front of Master James’s

to me. Good. Now spread your legs so your

the tile. The fact that he cared enough to think of that caused a different kind of warmth to

her upper arms, pushing the shirt

rest on my knees. Keep

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

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