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Chapter 62

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.”

“Should I beg?” Beth couldn’t stop the note of desperation that tinged her words. The constant teasing touch was making her feel desperate, far more desperate than a complete absence of touch would have.

“That’s up to you. I might give in, if you beg enough.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Please, please, please.”

A silent laugh made his chest rumble. “Please what?”

“Please touch…uh, pinch my nipples.”

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Beth held her breath, but he didn’t do anything. Her fingers curled into fists, nails pressed into her palms. She could feel him waiting, but she was waiting too, waiting for him.

He was the Dom, she was the sub.

It was her place to be quiet, obedient. If he wanted to do nothing more than hold her breasts, that was his right.

Master James bent his head over hers and kissed her shoulder, the crook of her neck, and then the soft spot just behind her ear. “The sooner you give in—the sooner you realize that your self-imposed control is the only thing standing between us—the sooner I can give you what you want. The sooner I can do the things your body is begging for.”

“Please,” she gasped, “please, Master James. Please play with my breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…” She stopped, unable to articulate anything more.

“Good girl.”

He grabbed her nipples, pinching them firmly then tugging. Beth’s teeth snapped together as bolts of pleasure shot from her breasts to her pussy, making muscles low in her belly clench.

“Arch your back more.”

Beth obeyed, dropping her hands under herself to push her butt up off the chair. He continued to tug and twist, but in her greed that wasn’t enough.

“Master James, please, I need more.”

“Good. What do you need?”

“I…I don’t know. I don’t know.” She couldn’t think. The burning pleasure within her made thought nearly impossible except for the single word that ran through her mind like a mantra.

More, more, more.

“Go get a pillow.”

Beth didn’t react until he released her nipples. Her butt fell back to the seat, the growing ball of heat and pleasure inside her deflating slightly.

With more reluctance than she’d ever shown as a submissive, she slid off the couch and padded over to the nearest basket, grabbing a large pillow.

Bringing it back, she set it down on the tiles in front of Master James’s feet.

“Kneel on the pillow, with your back to me. Good. Now spread your legs so your feet are on either side of mine.”

Beth situated herself, glad 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 to grow within her.

Master James kneaded the nape of her neck, then her shoulders, working his way to her upper arms, pushing the shirt as he went so it fell off, puddling around her wrists and draping over her ass.

“Lean back, rest on my knees. Keep your legs spread.”

In this position Beth couldn’t keep her chin down. Instead she let her head drop back, focusing on the canopy of roses between her and the twilight blue sky.

Master James cupped her jaw, forcing her to drop her head all the way back.

“You have a beautiful neck.” Knuckles trailed down her throat to her collarbones, which he explored thoroughly before moving south. Between one breath and the next Beth was once more flush with need. Her breasts were bare and vulnerable because of her position. As before, he spent time exploring her, this time moving his hands in tandem as he traced the soft crease at the bottom of her breasts, the outer edge of her dusky pink areolas.

When he finally grasped her nipples once more, twisting and tugging, Beth had to reach down and grab his ankles. She didn’t think about it, didn’t question it. She needed something to hold on to, needed the contact with her Master.

“You have incredibly responsive breasts. Have you ever pierced your nipples?”

“No, Master James.” Her words were barely audible amid her deep, heavy breaths.

“They’d be lovely with bar piercings, far enough back not to interfere with these delicious tips.” He flicked the puckered buds with his thumbs before pulling away.

This time she was content to wait, to trust Master James.

“Open your mouth, stick out your tongue.”

The order was so unexpected that Beth shifted her gaze, in time to watch Master James pull a handful of clothespins from the bag the other Dom had brought him.

When he placed the wooden clothespin on Beth’s extended tongue she winced slightly. The innocuous item seemed mundane, but the force of it was stronger than expected, especially on her sensitive tongue. She swallowed, the clothespin clicking against her teeth as she did so.

“You can’t talk now, so you’ll have to tell me with your body what you want.”

Beth nodded once.

With a clothespin in each hand, Master James began to tease her, pinching her lower lip by placing the clothespin on it but not fully releasing it. With that same technique he moved down her upper body, pinching the skin of her shoulders, upper arms, and chest. The feelings were uncomfortable more than painful, and not at all sexy.

Except they were.

Except that as he repeated the path his fingers had taken not so long ago, Beth found herself whimpering helplessly. There was nothing obviously sexual about having a clothespin pinch the skin near her armpit, but each nip caused a corresponding throb in her pussy.

“There are two ways to use clothespins on nipples.” Master James’s words were almost conversational, but his tone was a bit deeper than it had been. “Placing them straight on so they stick out allows for

more play—flicking and tugging. Perpendicular to the breast, especially when you first pull the nipple out a bit, leaves the very tip free to be played with.”

The clothespins were set aside as his hands returned to her breasts, this time both hands on one breast, the left kneading the full weight while his right plucked and rolled the nipple.

“And then of course you have to decide if you’re going for the exact tip, or if you’re going back a bit, capturing some of the areola too. That allows for longer wear, but the first version is the stronger sensation.”