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gaze
again.
    She
was blushing. He hadn’t expected that for some reason, but he hadn’t met anyone
yet who could fake it. He thought it was a good look on her. He unbuttoned
another button, and he could see the nub of a nipple poking against the lace.
The other one was covered by the satin lower half of the cup. He adjusted her
bra so that both peeked through. The blush extended down her neck, but she
didn’t stop him.
    “Lean
back against the cross,” he said. He told himself it was to make sure they kept
it for their use, but he enjoyed giving her orders too. And she needed
something to do, because her hands were fidgeting as if she wanted to button herself
back up. He didn’t want that.
    She
reached back behind her, feeling for the cross rather than looking at it, as if
she couldn’t take her gaze off him. Maybe she didn’t trust him. She stepped
back, cautiously, until the back of her foot hit the frame, and then stretched
back against the cross. He cupped her breasts, his hands on the satin, but his
thumb questing above the lace. He nudged her nipple, and she shivered.
    “Sensitive?”
he asked, although he’d discovered the answer.
    “Very.”
    “Beautiful.”
He squeezed one nipple between thumb and forefinger and watched her pull back
against the wood behind her. He hadn’t squeezed very hard, not even a pinch. “Very sensitive.”
    “I
usually only like my tits being played with when I’m very close.”
    He
smiled. She hadn’t tried to tell him what to do. It was simple information.
Maybe there was hope for her yet. “Usually. But now?”
    “I
don’t know,” she said, and again he sensed she was being honest.
    “Let
me play for another minute or two, and I’ll reward you.”
    Her
eyes widened and then narrowed. “What kind of reward?”
    “That’s
for me to know, and for you to find out.”

Chapter Two
    Kat
wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that or the devilish grin on Brett’s face.
She wasn’t sure about the touch of his hands, but she was beginning to think
she liked it. He was rubbing around her nipple without squeezing it. It was
tingling, but it wasn’t quite too much. Doms liked to
play with her tits. She could usually distract them by giving them an ass to
spank. This one she suspected would be cross with her if she so much as tried
it. Usually getting a dom cross helped her get what she wanted. She wasn’t sure that would work with
Brett. She was used to being sure. She liked being sure.
    At
least she always thought she did.
    He
pressed his body against hers. He was so big and solid; it was like bondage
being sandwiched between him and the cross. She was starting to get that
familiar warmth inside, the feeling she came here for. She squirmed against
him.
    Her
breasts were entirely too sensitive. That was the problem. Vanilla men were
actually better for them, because there seemed to be an expectation in the BDSM
world that subs liked it when you were rough with their tits. And most seemed to but not Kat. It got to be too much very
quickly, and when it did, it was about as erotic as a stubbed toe. It was too
bad vanilla didn’t do it for her in any other way.
    He
bent down and kissed her chest, then sucked one nipple into his mouth through
the lace. Then the other, moving before it got too intense. She was surprised
it actually felt kind of good. Yeah, he could do that some more, if he liked.
    He
did but not for long enough. He stepped back. “I promised you a reward. Take
your jeans off.”
    “And my boots? Or do you like those on?” She had a
pair of spike-heel ankle boots. They were almost shoes, but she needed extra
ankle support ever since the one time she’d fallen off the stage. That had been
right after a fight with Angus, and he’d said it was an accident that he’d
bumped her while he was bouncing around with his guitar. She’d wondered. It had
been toward the end of the last song of their set, so the fans had gotten their
money’s worth. The “accident”