Chapter 65


    If he didn’t get his cock in her mouth within the next minute, James was going to lose his mind.


    Beth’s steps were tentative as she walked with the chastity belt pressed tight against her pussy. Seeing


    the fire of her need, a fire that burned so hot it melted all thoughts of being a good rule-following sub,


    was incredibly sexy, but nothingpared to the way it felt to have her yield to him in a kiss.


    That was true submission—to be driven to the point of near madness with desire and still yield control.


    It was easy to be submissive when the base need to fuck wasn’t consuming. Only a true submissive


    would submit when every instinct screamed for her to take control and find satisfaction.


    James scrubbed one hand over his face, taking a minute to pull himself together. Topping Beth was


    both challenging and easy—simply put, they had good chemistry.


    When Beth returned,ying the cushion on the tile at his feet, he motioned for her to kneel, not trusting


    himself to speak. Part of him wanted to know what she felt, what she was thinking. A bigger part of him


    wanted her mouth on his cock, so the conversation would have to wait.


    She must have sensed what he wanted, because she knelt facing him, her knees spread, hands palms


    up on her thighs.


    When he unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, he felt the weight of her gaze. Adjusting his


    cks, he pulled his cock free, deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble of standing up in order to get them


    all the way off.


    He was rock hard and already wet from pree. Stroking himself a few times, he watched Beth lick


    her lower lip, which brought his attention to her pretty mouth.


    James moved his hand, inviting her to pleasure him. She leaned forward only to stop, eyshes


    flickering as she looked up. For half a second he was ready to punish her for teasing him, but reminded


    himself that it was more likely she was waiting for an order.


    Clearing his throat, he forced himself to not make it simple for her. “I am going toe. Either from


    jerking myself off, and I’lle on your pretty face, or you can suck my cock.”


    Beth leaned forward, the tip of her tongue flicking the vein along the underside of his dick, before taking


    the head in her mouth.


    James groaned, grabbing on to the cushion to keep himself from taking control—he wanted to know


    what she would do, how she would pleasure him without interference.


    Inching her knees forward, Beth started to suck him in earnest, her head bobbing up and down, her


    tongue extended so that it was between her lower teeth and the sensitive underside of his cock. The


    head of his cock rubbed over the roof of her mouth and the inner edges of her back teeth, before


    bumping the back of her throat.


    The angle meant she couldn’t take him very deep, though he felt her try, listened for the change in her


    breathing as she timed it to coincide with her movements.


    “Use your hands,” hemanded, aware his voice was tight.


    Slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing in time with her bobbing head.


    As she drew back, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, controlling her by exerting gentle


    pressure just under her ears. She froze, lips still wrapped around the shaft just behind the head, her


    tongue stroking the slit in long, slow licks that were making him crazy.


    “Look at me,” he demanded.


    Beth’s gaze flicked up, brown eyes almost ck in the shadows of the courtyard.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    He urged her to move once more, this time while looking at him. James pushed her hair back from her


    cheek, tucking it behind her ear as she lowered her mouth towards his pelvis, moving with a kind of


    teasing slowness that he both hated and enjoyed.


    “Faster,” he demanded, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he came.


    Her movements became less controlled, less choreographed, but it wasn’t from ack of care. He


    could see the desire in her eyes, the need that filled her and was being tranted into pleasuring him,


    even as she was bereft of stimtion.


    When he could no longer sit still, James pushed her away and rose to his feet. Beth’s mouth was back


    on his cock in a matter of seconds, and now he could cradle her head in his hands, thrusting into her


    mouth even as she bobbed up and down on him. She released the base of his cock and clung to his


    thighs, not resisting his control of her head.


    James pumped quick and hard as he felt the orgasm build in his shaft, then slowed for three final


    thrusts, bumping his cock against her throat with each deep pration.


    He came on her tongue, his fingers rhythmically massaging her scalp as he groaned in pleasure, the


    sight of her on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock, seared into his brain.


    James copsed back into the chair, his breathing heavy. Beth looked at him, her mouth half open, and


    he realized that she had yet to swallow.


    A fierce wave of desire swept through him and he nodded, watching as she closed her mouth and


    swallowed.


    He stroked her jaw, the curve of her throat, and the delicate line of her corbone, before dropping his


    fingers to her nipples, tugging lightly.


    She sucked in air and arched her back, the reaction too strong for the level of pressure in his touch,


    telling him that her nipples were still sensitive from the clothespin y.


    It was still early in the evening, and the others in the courtyard were just getting into their y, the


    murmur of voices punctuated by the soft p of a spanking. When a couple hopped up onto the stage,


    a coil of nylon rope held in the Dom’s hand, James forgot his tentative n of taking their y to the


    bedroom. It would be far more fun to spend time tormenting Beth and seeing exactly how responsive


    she could be.


    * * *


    Was it possible to gopletely insane from sexual frustration?


    When Master James had ordered her to kneel on the chair next to him, Beth’s hopes had risen—


    maybe he’d take the chastity belt off and fuck her, if not with his cock then with his fingers. Instead, the


    devious man had decided to torture her, driving her to the point of almost assured madness.


    Beth was kneeling beside Master James, her body at a right angle to his. Her feet were sticking out of


    the open space below the arm of the chair and he’d used his belt to strap one of her legs to the frame,


    keeping her thighs pressed firmly against the wood.


    Tugging at the belt, Master James then tested the tension in the chains of the chastity belt. It was


    enough to add pressure against her pussy, the stimtion muted, but in her heightened state of


    arousal and awareness even that had her gasping.


    Kneeling as she was, Beth was up against Master James, hands braced on the seat by his thigh, her


    shoulder against his chest and he felt her shudder.


    “You have a very talented mouth.” He massaged her back with one hand as he spoke, the other


    cradling a ss of scotch someone had brought him.


    “Thank you, Master James.”


    “But…” He savored the word, and when Beth snuck an rmed nce at his face she could see the


    hint of teasing in his eyes. “But, the checklist doesn’t say blowjob. Or if it does, that falls under the letter


    B. It says cock worship.”