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Master James kneaded the insides of her thighs, easing her legs further open. Beth lifted her head from where she’d tucked it
against his bare chest, watching him touch her, his hand so tantalizingly close to her pussy. She was sitting sideways on his lap,
heels planted on the seat next to him, one leg leaning against the back of the chair, the other fallen to the side, leaving her open
and exposed.
“That was beautiful, Beth.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“How do your nipples feel?”
The tips of her breasts were still throbbing, and she doubted the sensation would fade any time soon. “Sore,” she answered.
His palm covered her right breast, pressing it hard against her ribs. It both soothed and heightened the ache. When he’d
repeated the caress with her left breast, his hand returned to her inner thighs, his other arm around her back, cradling her on his
lap.
“How does your pussy feel?”
Needy. Beth wasn’t prepared to say that aloud, so instead she said, “Empty.”
Master James patted her pussy twice. “Then you’re not going to like this. Stand up.”
Beth rolled to her feet. His dress shirt was still dangling from one wrist and she shook it free, carefully folding the hopelessly
wrinkled shirt and draping it over the arm of the chair. Master James watched her, and Beth got to take in the enticing tableau he
presented. His upper body was well muscled, but his arms were particularly buff, which explained how easily he was able to
handle her. His skin was a very pale gold, darker on his arms than chest, as if he spent some of his time outdoors in sleeveless
shirts. His black slacks were tight over his thighs, which were spread in order to accommodate the obvious bulge of his erection.
Beth couldn’t stop herself from staring at his crotch, wondering what his cock looked like, what it would taste like. His belt
gleamed in that muted way that only nice leather did, and the buckle was a flat silver rectangle rather than a more pedestrian
prong and frame.
“See something you like?” he asked, his heavy-lidded gaze examining her as she did the same to him.
“Yes, Master James.”

“What do you want?”
“To see your cock.”
“Just see it?”
“No, Master.”
He waited, but Beth didn’t speak. She didn’t want to derail the scene by saying the wrong thing. The sooner they stopped talking
the sooner he might do something to her, and despite the latest orgasm, she wanted more.
“Put the pillow away, then come back.”
Naked, Beth took the floor pillow back to the basket. It was full dark now, though the landscape lighting kept everything well
illuminated.
When she returned, sans pillow, there was a pile of metal and black leather on Master James’s lap. He motioned for her to stand
in front of him. Beth positioned herself legs spread, arms raised, hands behind her neck.
Master James took a moment to look his fill, as if he hadn’t already thoroughly inspected her. When he lifted the thing on his lap,
chain rattled.
“Do you know what this is?”
“No, Master James.”
“What if I hold it like this?”
He changed the positioning, until it was all too clear what he held—a chastity belt.
The waistband was a two-inch-wide piece of thin metal, backed by black leather with an adjustable closure on one side.
Descending from the front was a second piece of metal that curved to the shape of a woman’s body. The sides were straight
except for a flared portion that would provide full coverage of the pussy. In the back, the strip of metal narrowed until it ended in
two chains, which connected the crotch piece to the waist.
“It’s a chastity belt, Master James.”

He rose to his feet, the belt dangling casually from one hand. His big body crowded Beth, his bare chest brushing her nipples, his
face so close to her that she could see the color variations in his irises.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Master James.”
He curled a hand in her hair, pulling her head back. “Do you want my cock in you?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice trembled. “Yes.”
“Can you imagine it? My rock hard cock in you, my hands holding you down as I fuck you?”
Beth sucked in air, her nipples brushing against him as her whole body throbbed with need.
“Yes, Master James. I can imagine it. I want it.” Her eyes fluttered closed.
“How much?”
“More than anything.” The sounds of voices from others in the courtyard had died down, as if everyone was staying quiet in order
to hear what she and Master James said.
“Well then.” His lips feathered against her cheek. “Too bad you’re not going to get it.”
Beth’s eyes snapped open and bright anger filled her. Her muscles tensed with the need to attack him, to push him down and rip
open his pants and sink onto his cock.
The hand in her hair tightened, until her scalp tingled with pain. “Look at me.”
Beth met his gaze, anger hot in her eyes, her hands, still behind her neck, curled into fists.
There was heat in his gaze, but it wasn’t anger, it was arousal.
“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck me now.” All thoughts of rules and submission were gone. She needed him and she would do
whatever it took to get what her body craved.
“No.”

James pulled her hard against his body, lips lowering to hers in a punishing kiss. Beth grabbed his upper arms, nails digging into
him as they battled for control through the kiss. Metal clattered as the chastity belt fell to the tile, his free hand grabbing her
naked ass, grinding her pelvis against his cock.
Teeth nipped, tongues dueled, and breath mingled as the kiss went on. Beth’s hands slid up to his shoulders as she lifted onto
her toes, pressing herself more fully against him. James continued to kiss her, pausing only long enough to change the angle of
his mouth.
As the kiss went on, Beth’s grip on his shoulders loosened, her hands no longer curled in anger and demand. Her head tipped
back, yielding to the pressure of his kiss, and her lips parted, giving him unequivocal access to her mouth.
The urge to fight him, to take control and get what she wanted at any cost faded, subsided under the need to yield, to give in and
relinquish control, even at the expense of gratification.
They were both panting when Master James ended the kiss.
Beth’s forehead dropped to rest on his collarbone. The fingers in her hair massaged her scalp, easing the residual sting.
When he stepped back, she kept her head submissively lowered—not out of fear, or for the sake of an arbitrary rule, but because
he’d proven to her that he was in command.
Perched on the edge of the chair, he picked up the chastity belt, unfastening all the pieces before slipping the waistband around
her middle. Once he sized it to her, he locked it in place, looping the chain dangling from the key over his neck so the small piece
of cut metal glittered against his chest.
Reattaching the crotch piece to the front of the belt, he adjusted it until the widest part was pressed over her pussy, sealing it
away from any hope of stimulation or penetration. At his command she turned, and he pulled the chains at the back snug. They
were positioned to sit firmly in the crease of the buttocks, while also separating the cheeks slightly as the chains rose and
attached to rings near the sides of the belt.
When the chastity belt was in place Beth shuddered, a final note of surrender.
Master James tugged at various places, making sure it was tight enough to make her aware of her bondage, but not so tight as
to be painful.
“Go get the cushion.” His voice was dark and rough. “I want you on your knees.”