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.”

her words. The constant teasing touch was making her feel desperate, far more desperate than a complete absence of touch would

I might give in,

didn’t hesitate. “Please, please,

his

pinch

“Hmm, a tempting idea.”

anything. Her fingers curled into fists, nails pressed into her palms. She could feel him

was the Dom, she

to do nothing more than hold her breasts, that was

behind her ear. “The sooner you give in—the sooner you realize that your self-imposed

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

“Good girl.”

snapped together as bolts of

“Arch your back more.”

the

please, I

What do

thought nearly impossible except

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

back to the seat, the growing ball of heat

shown as a submissive, she slid off the couch and padded over

set it down on the tiles in

on the pillow, with your back to me. Good. Now spread your legs

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

pushing the shirt as he went so it fell off, puddling around her wrists and draping over her

my knees. Keep your legs

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

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