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her. “You have lovely breasts and nipples.” They were tight pink buds, and he couldn’t wait to see them harder and, later, pulled away from her body when he tugged on the clamps that he intended to affix to those tips.
    He placed her discarded garments over a chair back then faced her and said, “Please pinch your nipples.”
    “I thought you were going to do that.”
    “The voyeur in me likes to watch.” Sharpening his tone, he added, “The Dom in me likes to have my orders followed.”
    A beautiful red flooded her cheeks again. Clearly this woman hadn’t had many sexual experiences of this nature. Idiot men. What was better than taking a woman to the heights of sensuality, letting her explore, and enjoying her discovery?
    She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, glanced around the room then looked out of the window. In future, she’d find he didn’t normally possess this much patience. As it was, his reserves were waning. He wanted to play with her, and he wanted to see her responses.
    Returning her gaze to him, she took hold of her nipples and squeezed gently.
    “Thank you,” he said. “Now squeeze them again.”
    She closed her eyes and did so.
    “ Harder.”
    Her eyes opened. She looked at him with her eyebrows raised. “Show me,” she said.
    Her words startled him. She hadn’t phrased it as a question, but rather as a request. In an instant she’d gone from shy to demanding. His dick responded. Sexy little sub. “Like so…” He brushed aside her fingers. “Actually, place your hands at the small of your back.” After she complied, he added, “Keep them there, unless you’d like me to bind them?”
    “Uh…no. Thanks. I’m good.”
    “Later, the correct response will be, whatever pleases you, Sir.”
    “You want me to call you Sir?”
    She sounded shocked. But he didn’t relent. “During a scene, yes. It’s a reminder of the rules. I won’t insist you use it all the time, but I’d prefer if you did.” He liked the way she was solely focused on him, no longer looking out of the window or nervously towards the sunroom entrance. “Pull your shoulders back, Julia, and thrust your chest towards me.”
    For a few seconds, she hesitated. He waited. Then slowly she straightened her posture, offering herself to him.
    “I’ll start slow,” he told her. “And I’m offering you one last chance to have me bind your hands.”
    “You say that as if it would be a kindness.”
    “It would be. Not doing what I say will earn you a punishment.”
    “I’ll keep them in place.”
    “You may rue that decision.”
    “I’ll take my chances.”
    He nodded then cupped her breasts, closing his hands around her firm flesh. “Keep breathing,” he instructed. “It’s tempting to hold your breath, but it’s easier to manage emotionally, mentally, physically if you remember to breathe.”
    She nodded.
    He squeezed for a moment, then brushed his thumbs across her nipples, making them harden even more.
    He released her, made sure she took a couple of breaths, then repeated what he’d done, this time holding a little longer, adding more pressure, then abrading her nipples.
    Her knees sagged.
    “Is that too much?”
    She dragged in a breath. “Green,” she said.
    “You delight me, Julia.” This time he gripped each nipple between his a thumb and forefinger, studying her reactions as he inexorably tightened the pressure.
    She closed her eyes and her lips parted. She swayed towards him.
    He pinched harder and she moaned in perfect response. Then he pulled on her nipples, distending them from her body.
    “Oh.”
    He hadn’t thought she could take this much. He studied her features, watching carefully for the expression that would indicate real pain rather than exquisite pleasure. There was a line, he knew, and he wouldn’t cross it.
    She cried out and grabbed his forearms.
    She was obviously overcome with the sensation enough to forget his rules. It was going to lead to her first punishment.