“But how do they know what to do?”
“I tell them what I want, and—” he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, his breath against her neck making her shiver “—sometimes I change the rules, just because I want to, or because I think changing the rules will bring us more pleasure, make the submission sweeter.”
“Pleasure…” Beth swayed towards Master James, raising her gaze to his.
His hand on her back curled around her waist in a possessive hold, while his other hand slid into her hair, holding her head still.
“Beth, when was the last time you had an orgasm?”
“Tuesday night.”
“You were here Tuesday night?”
“No. I was at home.”
“When was the last time you came for Madame Cat?”
“Never.”
“You never had an orgasm for her?”
“I was supposed to come when I serviced her, but I never did. It was not technically disobedient because she never ordered me to come, only told me I could.”
“You weren’t able to come when you touched yourself?”
“No, I wasn’t allowed to touch myself.”
“Your last Domme assumed you were so deep in subspace that servicing her would be enough to allow you to orgasm with no physical stimulation?”
“I don’t know, Master James. Madame Cat didn’t talk to me much.”
The fingers in her hair massaged her scalp and Beth’s eyes closed in pleasure.
“Did it make you wet, watching me with other subs?”
“It made me jealous.” The confession was quiet.
“Do you think that those other women were wet, when they sat on my lap while I played with them?”
Beth could only nod.
“And you, are you wet, Beth?”
“Yes, Master James.”
Beth was in an almost dreamlike state—the warmth of his body was seeping into her bare skin, the pressure of his hands on her skin had a strangely calming effect and she was able to answer his questions with absolute truth without feeling awkward.
She was so lost in the feelings that she gasped when Master James grabbed her hips and spun her around so her back was against his chest. Firm hands grabbed her thighs and forced her legs along the outside of his, opening and exposing her sex.
“Raise your hands, put them on my head.” His voice was rough.
Beth obeyed, but the peace of a moment ago was gone, every muscle tense with dread. She’d forgotten where she was, what she was, and now she’d be punished. Flogging and whipping of her p*ssy
were on her list of hard limits, but experience had taught her that there were plenty of other ways her sex could bear the brunt of a punishment, and each was painful.
“I apologize for my disobedience, Master James.” The words were the appropriate response to bad behavior. She waited for him to say something like “You won’t make that mistake again” or “You need some correction.”
Instead Master James brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “I don’t ever want to hear those words from you again.”
One hand slid up to her breast, cupping the mound as he flicked the nipple with his thumb. The other settled between her legs, two fingers exploring her labia before slipping inside her p*ssy
.
*****
James pressed his fingers along either side of her clit, rubbing gently. Beth’s body arched, her fingers tightening in his hair as she gasped in startled pleasure.
He forced aside the rage that was churning in his gut, focusing on her. Rolling one nipple with his thumb, he pressed his lips to her neck, letting his breath stimulate the sensitive skin there.
Beth’s hold on his hair became painful and the muscles in her thighs were vibrating. He’d been touching her for less than two minutes, but it seemed like she was going to come. Not surprising considering that she’d been denied pleasure for so long.
Ignoring that thought, he nipped her earlobe, pinched her nipple hard, and rubbed her clit with firm, quick pressure.
Beth’s already taut body tensed like an archer’s bow, the sleek lines of her gold-toned skin revealing lean, strong muscles. She took a fractured breath and then started to shake, her limbs trying to curl in, as if to protect herself from the force of her orgasm—a force so strong he could see her thigh muscles quake.
He didn’t try to force a second orgasm, but did press the heel of his hand against her clit, spreading the lips of her sex with all four fingers so he could feel the orgasm. He could have entered her, let her body clench around him, but he would save penetration for later.
Beth collapsed against him, breath shuddering in what was almost sobs. Part of him wanted to curl her up into a ball and hold her, but he kept her spread and open before him, hoping the physical openness would help trigger more emotional openness.
He ran his free hand over her torso, thighs, and arms, taking possession of her bare flesh with his touch. When her breath returned to normal, he took his hand from her p*ssy