“Yes, Master James.” As the words left her mouth, a kind of peace settled over her.
He examined her before he nodded. “We were discussing our letter. Do you remember the checklist?”
“I do.”
“And what do you think is on it, for the letter C?”
“Cages, caning, cattle prod, cells, chains, chastity belts, choking, chores, clothespins, clamps, cock rings, cock worship, collars, corsets, and cuffs.”
Master James looked startled. “Er, yes, that’s it exactly.”
“Would you rather I not remember?”
“No, but I had planned to tease you with the possibilities. I’m guessing you’ve had time to think about them.”
“I have. None of them are on my list of hard limits.”
“Well, a few of them are hard limits for me.”
“They are?”
“You’re surprised.”
Beth debated asking her question, finally giving in. “Why do Masters need hard limits? The sub can’t make you do anything.”
“True, but a sub might want or expect something I am not comfortable with, so a checklist helps make sure that no one is disappointed.”
“I hadn’t considered that. What are your—”
He pressed two fingers over her mouth. “I’m not going to tell you. You’ll just have to figure it out. Now, come back here so I can play with you.”
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.”
Chapter Five
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.”
“Hmm, a tempting idea.”
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 p*ssy
, 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.