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.”

teasing touch was making her feel desperate, far more

to you. I might give in, if

hesitate. “Please, please,

silent laugh made his

touch…uh, pinch my

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

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

Dom, she was the

obedient. If he wanted to do nothing more than hold 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

with my breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…” She stopped,

“Good girl.”

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

“Arch your back more.”

the chair. He continued to tug

James, please, I

What do you

burning pleasure within her made thought nearly impossible except for the

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

nipples. Her butt fell back to the seat, the growing ball of heat and pleasure inside her

submissive, she slid off the couch and

set it down on the

your back to me. Good. Now spread

fact that he cared enough to think of that caused a

her shoulders, working his way to her upper arms, pushing the shirt as he went so it fell off,

on my

down. Instead she let her head drop back, focusing on the canopy of

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