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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.

soft, belly tight—was enough to have him ratcheting closer to an orgasm. Her

he’d expected her to be. Her nails dug in to the skin of his lower belly, her

urged her to move. She

“Faster,” he commanded.

she leaned forward a bit and sped up. As he raced towards his own orgasm, 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 something behind her eyes he couldn’t name,

he rolled them over, tucking his forearms under her shoulder blades, hands curled over her shoulders from behind to hold her in place as he fucked her

Part of him was waiting for a signal from her—a restless squirm or frown that would signal she needed more, but her

At least for now.

pulled out, lying back beside her. For a second he reached for her hand, prepared to lace his fingers with her, but then stopped. That was an odd

may I leave the

her hesitate, as if she weren’t sure if she should walk or crawl

if amateurish in his opinion. She was a fun sub when she stopped

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 a warm wet washcloth he was fighting the urged to

his balls, Beth turned to take the washcloth back to

Worry furrowed her brow and he stroked the

lips. “And you’re not angry

like a

“You didn’t expressly say you wanted

that you wanted me in

licking her lips and swaying

know what I want now?” he

Master. Tell me and I’ll

her left nipple and tugged her down, until she was bent with her face only inches from his. “I want you to go to

far enough to toss the washcloth into the bathroom. James sat up, adding pillows behind his back and crossing his arms to avoid the temptation to stroke

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 second were small screw clamps with black rubber tips, the screw part again allowing for adjustment of tightness. These were connected by three