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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

her neck, the other pressing against her trembling stomach. His touch grounded her, stopped her from shaking apart, at the same time it added another layer to the sensations that washed over her in wave

couldn’t hide behind closed lips. Her whole body was moving from the force of her labored breaths. Each trembling breath made

not ignore that she was his—owned, possessed, controlled. She suffered because he wanted it. She ached with pleasure because he wanted

to her breasts, sliding under the clothespins to knead each breast, increasing the circulation

You’re going to come from having

to come simply because a Dom demanded she

me disappoint

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

catching the barely exposed tips in an exquisitely precise touch reminiscent

will not let you fail. I will not let you

not

all her experience said otherwise, Beth believed him. Believed that he would make her come, believed that her

stopped thinking about the

James grabbed both clothespins, twisting her nipples a quarter turn. Beth screamed, hips lifting, offering her naked, wet pussy to him

through her. He repeated the motion—twist, release, twist,

final time he caught hold of both pins in one hand, grasping

“Come for me.”

time to inhale before shock waves of acute pain danced

was sweet, sweet pain. She let out a small sob, her arms tensing with

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