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James woke first, the warmth of a woman beside him making him smile before he’d even opened his eyes. When he caught sight of Beth, who was sprawled on her stomach beside him, the smile widened. She’d fallen asleep on his lap in the courtyard, waking only when he carried her into the bedroom and had her bend over the bathroom counter so he could remove the plug and chastity belt.

Remembering how her ass had looked, red from the belt, spread wide as he removed the plug, he eased the covers down. There was one faint bruise on her left ass cheek—he must have hit that spot too many times in a row. The belt spanking had been impromptu and done with less finesse than was ideal. But there was something to be said for scenes driven by passion rather than planning, as long as he kept enough control to make sure he didn’t really hurt her.

Beth had one leg bent to the side, seemingly begging him to touch her sweet pussy, which the position left exposed.

He wasn’t the kind of man to ignore such an enticing invitation.

She stirred slightly when he laid his hand on her thigh, stroking his way up to her pussy. Spreading her labia open with two fingers he used a third to tap her clit.

Beth came awake with a start, sucking in a surprised breath. She started to close her legs, but he tsked at her.

She froze, then turned her head on the pillow. Propped on one elbow he smiled at her, then pinched her labia together and tugged.

“Good morning, Beth.”

“Good morning, Master James.”

“How do you feel?”

“I’m not awake enough to answer that question.”

He laughed, though he could tell she was serious. “Well, I’m awake.”

He lay back and pushed the covers away, revealing his morning erection. Beth looked from his cock to his face, waiting for an order. He didn’t want to give her an exact order, he wanted to see what she’d do. Rather than say anything, he pointed at his cock.

Beth got to her hands and knees, breasts dangling enticingly under her. James tugged on her nipples as she positioned herself against him. Her head lowered towards his crotch, but she stopped, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He raised a brow.

Beth shot up and swung her leg over his hips, straddling his cock. Before he could stop her, or help her, she’d tilted her pelvis, his dick sliding through the folds of her pussy to her entrance. She wasn’t that wet, but she lowered her hips, taking the tip of his cock into her body.

back, nipples pink and soft, belly tight—was enough to have

be. Her nails dug in to the skin of his lower belly, her breasts rose

urged her to move. She obeyed, riding him with slow,

“Faster,” he commanded.

James found himself looking into her face, meeting her gaze. He could sense her desire, her need, and yet she was a mystery—there was

over her shoulders from behind to hold her in place

but not entirely stopping his thrusts as his breathing calmed. Part of him was waiting for a signal from her—a restless squirm or frown that would signal she needed more, but her eyes were closed

At least for now.

her hand, prepared to lace his fingers with her, but then stopped. That was an odd gesture for a Master and sub—too friendly to

may I leave

hesitate, as if

face. Mikael had been right—Beth had been ill-used, though the other Masters’ mistake was understandable, if amateurish in his opinion. She was a fun sub when she stopped thinking so hard about what a sub should do. As she’d just demonstrated this morning, if she was given an opportunity to make choices, she opted for

approached the bed. Kneeling on the edge she lowered her head and cleaned his cock with her tongue. Fierce pleasure roared through him as he watched her service and care for him. By the time she was done he was semi-hard, and when she cleaned him a second time with

cleaning his balls, Beth turned to take the washcloth

her brow and he stroked the pulse point in her

“And you’re not

me like

again it transformed her face. “You didn’t expressly say you wanted my

didn’t. I like that you wanted me in your

blunt language had her licking her lips

now?” he asked in

me

her face only inches from his. “I want you to go to the dresser and

the bathroom. James sat up, adding pillows behind his back and crossing his arms to avoid the temptation

knew from experience had plenty of variety. Considering how much she’d enjoyed the clothespins he expected her to go for heavy clover clamps, but when she returned, she carried two pairs of delicate gold ones. One set were tweezer-style, which could be adjusted for tightness, and decorated with beaded gold tassels. The