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down to her lips. “Were you going to include ‘no kissing’ as one of your limits?”
    Honestly she couldn’t remember, but considering she wanted to kiss him badly, she shook her head and leaned forward.
    He leaned back. She compressed her lips. He didn’t want to kiss her?
    “Stop that. Like I said, I’m not your therapist. I’m your Master and you trust me, correct?”
    “Yes Sir,” she muttered, feeling two inches tall.
    “Christine, I’ve told you I find you attractive. I’ve told you that you make my dick hard. I asked if I might kiss you, and what did you think?”
    Shit. He expected her to answer this? She worried her bottom lip for half a second. “I wanted you to kiss me, Sir.”
    “And when I didn’t do what you wanted me to?” The way his eyebrow arched and the gentle tug on her clit brought her attention lower in her body.
    Clutching his shoulders, she struggled to reply. “You didn’t want to kiss me, Sir.”
    “Maybe you really are as spoiled as your sister.” The comment might have cut but his tone was teasing. “Has no one ever denied you anything? Made you wait?”
    “Oh,” she said, the word drawn out as he applied gentle pressure to the needy button.
    “Oh?” He mimicked her, the mischievous tone still there.
    “I-I’m sorry, Sir.” She hadn’t done this with a real Master in so long her head wasn’t interpreting things the right way.
    “Hm, I’ll have to come up with a punishment for you. This might tickle.”
    “Wha—? Oh!” She clutched his shoulders tighter and saw stars as Daniel pinched—no, clamped—her clit.
    He held her, hands sweeping up and down her back, pushing her hair this way and that as he waited for her to catch her breath. The hair on his arms tickled her sides and underarms with each pass.
    “Can you sit up?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Look at yourself.”
    She did as he ordered. The clamps were delicate. She could barely see the one between her legs, but she could feel it. Together, the set made those three points on her body sing with want.
    “Beautiful, huh?”
    He grasped the string of beads and tugged. Even watching his hand and anticipating his intent didn’t prepare her for the sensation. She yelped as more pressure tightened on her distended nipples.
    “Yes! Yes Sir!”
    “Glad you agree.” He grinned and slapped her on the ass. “Up. Time for your next punishment.”
    The order worried her. Moving with the clamps on her nipples wasn’t a task beyond her, but the clit clamp was uncharted territory. Still, she scooted backwards, pausing as sensation raced from her clit all the way up her spine.
    He spread his arms out over the back of the chaise and watched.
    Everything made the beads sway, teasing and tweaking her nipples, while her clit hummed with a painful, needy feeling. Still, she managed to stand.
    “Right.” He slapped his hands on his knees and pushed to his feet, towering over her. “Your punishment.”
    The way his brows drew down into a wicked line made her breath stutter, or maybe it was the jolt of desire shooting straight to her clit, where it was amplified by the clamp.
    She was ready for a flogger, maybe a cane or another spanking. She wasn’t ready for him to discard his shirt on the chaise without care. She drank in the sight of his bare chest, the ladder of muscles working its way up from the waistband of his jeans, and the solid planes of his chest. She wouldn’t say no if he offered to fuck her, in fact he’d be doing her a favor.
    When he tabbed his jeans open while toeing out of his shoes, she stopped breathing altogether.
    “Punishment?” Her voice was high pitched. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “My punishment, Sir?”
    He chuckled and ignored her question in favor of shucking the rest of his clothing.
    Her gaze caught on the proud thrust of his cock, not that it was easy to miss.
    “What’s going through that pretty little mind of yours?”
    “I want to do something for you, Sir. Can I—may I