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Chapter 59

She didn’t balk or hesitate. Keeping her hands behind her head, she bent to a perfect 90 degrees at the waist. Now he had a nice view of the rosette of her anus and her pussy. Both were waxed completely bare. Spreading her ass open with his thumbs, he blew against her rear entrance and was rewarded with a small shiver. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Her pussy lips were glossy from her orgasm, the scent of her pleasure heavy in the air. Palms on the back of her thighs, he now used his thumbs to spread her outer labia, examining the soft pink core of her sex. Her clit was large and partially erect from behind its protective hood.

Holding her open with index and middle fingers of one hand, he used the tip of his other thumb to press on the edge of her clit hood, trying to expose more of her clit.

Beth gasped and her posture wavered.

“Brace yourself.”

She dropped both arms, bending further until she could brace both hands on the floor. It opened her up even more. James retuned his attention to her clit, using a precise, almost clinical touch. In a way it was showing off, making sure she knew that he knew exactly how to touch her.

Beth started to tremble. “Master…”

“Yes?”

She shook her head, hair brushing the floor.

Dipping his thumb into the cream that had pooled at her entrance, James coated her clit. The slick skin made his task more difficult but would keep her from getting uncomfortable. As he manipulated her clit hood—rubbing and pressing on it, occasionally giving it a light squeeze, Beth started to tremble.

He knew that rhythmic, steady touches to the clit were the gold standard for female orgasms. Multiple subs had told him that having their clit hood manipulated was sexy, and clearly the act of a Dom, but too strange to allow orgasm.

Acting on a hunch, James continued to toy with her clit hood, and when he finally had his thumb in the perfect position to hold it back, exposing the tiny core of her clit, he pressed hard, mashing her clit hood against her pelvic bone.

Beth screamed, her whole body shaking. He saw her knees start to give out and quickly grabbed her hips, easing them to the ground. Beth’s body shook, and he could see through the hair that had fallen over her face that her eyes were squeezed closed, her lips clenched.

Pinching her labia closed he rubbed them in a circle, a muted caress of her clit. Her eyes popped open and her mouth opened too, though no sound emerged. Kneeling behind her, James slid one hand under her chest and forced her up, so that they were once more back to chest. He held her like that until her body stopped quaking. He’d never made a woman come like that. Her responsiveness was incredible.

“Master James?” She whispered his name, clearly hesitant to ask whatever question she was holding on to.

It was one of the habits he would break her of.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to…will we…is there going to be sex?”

She sounded so hopeful that his hold on her tightened. Denying or delaying orgasm was one of a Dom’s best tools, but clearly that had been taken too far with Beth. Watching her orgasm was pure bliss, and he intended to become an avid Beth-orgasm viewer.

“Oh yes, if you’re a very good girl there will be sex.” He helped her to her feet then spun her around so she could see the promise of pleasure in his face, but she kept her eyes obediently lowered.

Tipping her chin up until she looked at him, he rubbed her lower lip with one finger, and she opened her mouth.

He wanted to see those pretty lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted to kiss her as he thrust into her, taste her pleasure.

“Yes. There will be sex.” His voice was deeper than normal, his cock hard in his pants.

“If I’m a good girl.” Her post-orgasm daze was fading from her eyes and she frowned. “Being good means following the rules, but you said there aren’t rules.”

“Yes…and no.”

“That’s confusing.” She sounded disgruntled, which was strangely endearing.

“I’ll make it simple.” He grabbed her chin, putting enough pressure into the touch that it was not a caress but a command. “You’ll obey my rules, you’ll follow my commands, and you will submit.”

Her pupils dilated and he could feel her relaxing into his control. Physically she was perfectly obedient and emotionally responsive. The challenge with her would be getting inside her head.

He released her, satisfied that her worry had been negated by her trust in his domination, but in the next breath she was frowning, the moment gone.

“Perhaps if you wrote down your rules, I’d be better able to follow them.”

James smiled and started unbuttoning his shirt. “But if I do that I can’t change the rules whenever I want.”

She wasn’t going to be an easy sub, but he had no doubt that when he finally put all the pieces of the Beth puzzle in place it would be something beautiful.

She was watching him undress with ego-stroking fascination. He was in good shape, but women rarely looked at him with such blatant admiration and desire, especially here where good-looking people weren’t exactly scarce.

“Are we going to have sex now?” Beth licked her lower lip.

James was sorely tempted to say yes, though that was not part of the plan he’d come up with while she withered with pleasure in his arms.

He stripped the shirt off and held it up so she could slip into it. Beth looked at the shirt, then at him.

“You’re giving me clothes.” She eyed the shirt with trepidation.

Exasperated he said, “You’re not a house elf. It’s not going to free you.”

Beth’s face went completely blank and then she broke out in a huge grin. It transformed her face—she was suddenly so breathtakingly beautiful, and James blinked.

“Did you just make a Harry Potter reference?”

“I have nieces,” he said, a bit defensively.

“Sure you do.” Beth continued to grin. “I bet you have a Gryffindor tie.”

He did. “What are you, psychic?”

“No, just good at guessing things about people. I’m a professional at that. It was logical that you’d have something like a tie.”

James had no idea what that meant, and he was so thrown off by this weird conversational diversion that he blurted out the first thing that came into his head. “Don’t play Vulcan mind-games with me.”

Beth’s grin widened.

James stifled a groan. What was wrong with him? Las Palmas was not the place where he let his geek flag fly.

Beth cleared her throat, then said somberly, “‘The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the—’”

James threw the shirt over her head so he couldn’t see that face. “Put it on.”

Beth was still smiling as she slipped into the shirt, which had tails long enough to cover her ass and pussy. James ignored the voice in his head that asked why he wanted to cover her up before taking her out in public, or why the sight of her in his shirt was so pleasing. For both their sakes he needed to remain in control of the situation, though he was starting to suspect navigating between Beth’s past as a submissive and her real personality which he’d just gotten a glimpse of would be more challenging than expected.

He reached out and undid the top two buttons of the shirt. Her breath caught when skin brushed skin, and the teasing of a moment ago was forgotten. He pulled the shirt to the side, exposing her breast.

“I want access to your body,” he said by way of explanation.

“Yes, Master James.” She shivered, but it wasn’t from cold.

James pulled the shirt back into place, leaving the buttons undone so that a long V of skin was visible.

Placing a hand on her back, he guided her out of the playroom.