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Chapter 63

Beth was shaking with need and anticipation. Hearing him talk about what he would do, how he would use and play with her, was enough to have her muscles tight with anticipation.

When he pulled his hands back, her left nipple was a hard pink bud, standing up bravely, if foolishly, from her breast.

Master James held the clothespin near her breast in a vertical position, the open mouth poised on either side of her nipple. Beth’s breath shuttered with delicious dread at the pain that was to come.

He released the clothespin, letting it snap closed on the very tip of her breast. Beth yelped, nails digging into his legs through the fabric of his slacks.

Pain radiated from the tip of her breast, causing her to wince even as the feeling shot down to her pussy.

“Don’t fight it. Give in. You can’t stop it, you can’t change it. All you can do is accept it. Know that I want it—I want to see your nipple pink and tight and pinched in the clothespin.”

His words triggered something in her and Beth started to shake, her breath catching in her throat as her pussy spasmed. It was almost as if…

As if she were going to come.

Her eyes, which she’d squeezed shut, snapped open. Beth met Master James’s gaze. Even if he hadn’t silenced her with the clothespin on her tongue, she wouldn’t have known what to say, how to explain that she might have been about to orgasm from a combination of the physical pleasure-pain of the clothespin and the emotional pleasure of his domination.

His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed.

With her eyes open she saw him pick up the other clothespin, watch him bring it to her unadorned breast. He plucked her nipple for a few seconds before quickly applying the clothespin.

down, teeth making the clothespin dig into her tongue, the ache from that combining with the sharp pain

her from shaking apart, at the

closed lips. Her whole body was moving from the force of her labored breaths. Each trembling breath made the clothespins on her breasts dance, and the faint breeze touched the drenched flesh between her legs, which so desperately needed his

at her neck tightened, not enough to cut off her air, but enough that she could not ignore that she was his—owned, possessed, controlled. She suffered because he wanted it. She ached with pleasure because he wanted

stomach slid up to her breasts, sliding under the clothespins to knead each breast, increasing the circulation and preventing

for me. You’re going to

a Dom demanded she do so. Even when it meant disobeying a

me

is telling me it’s ready. The only thing standing in the way is

over her nipples, catching the barely exposed tips in an exquisitely precise touch reminiscent of what he’d done to her

I will not let you disobey my command. You will come

not let me

believed him. Believed that he would make her come, believed that her body would obey him even when her head couldn’t make sense

stopped

a quarter turn. Beth screamed, hips lifting, offering her naked,

longer distinctly pleasure or pain, but something greater than both—zipped through her. He repeated the motion—twist, release, twist, release—until Beth’s head was thrashing against his lap, pulling against his hold

both pins

“Come for me.”

time to inhale before shock waves of acute pain

sweet, sweet pain. She let out a small sob, her arms tensing with the need to rub the sensitive tips, before an

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