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hesitation, she released her grip on her nipples and cupped her breasts, pushing them up slightly, drawing them closer together.
    He liked seeing her vulnerable like this. When she’d walked out two years ago he never imagined she’d come back, never conceived of the possibility she’d actually be on her knees in front of him after begging him to push her boundaries. “Ask me to squeeze your nipples.”
    She swallowed deeply.
    “Please… Please squeeze my nipples…”
    They both waited then. He heard the tick of the clock in the parlour. At one time, she’d called him Stephen. Then she’d called him Sir. After he’d collared her, she’d called him Master.
    Her leather collar hung from the tie rack in his closet, thrown away like their marriage vows.
    She met his eyes, even though he preferred she keep her gaze downcast during a scene. Confusion swam in the depth of her golden eyes; wordlessly she asked him to guide her. This time, he refused. He wanted to see where she would go, how much intimacy she wanted. “Squeeze my nipples…” he prompted.
    “Squeeze my nipples, Sir. Please.”
    Sir . That worked for him. For now.
    When he took that final step that brought him only inches from her, she lowered her gaze. “Perfect.” He took each of her nipples and gently rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers.
    She moaned slightly then apologised breathlessly.
    “No apologies,” he said. “I don’t care if everyone in the household hears your moans and screams.” He exerted a tiny bit more pressure.
    “I…”
    “You’re not thinking of climaxing, are you?”
            “I’m getting wet,” she confessed. “Sir.”
    That she was still so responsive ripped away his next breath. That had always been something he loved about her, the way she got so damp so quick, the way she orgasmed. It made it fun to punish her, draw out the climaxes until she squirmed. Once she’d even stamped her foot in frustration. “What happens to a sub who comes without permission?”
    “It’s a very long time until she’s allowed another one.”
    “Good girl.” He twisted her nipple then pinched and squeezed with deliberate, painful intent.
    “Sir! Sir, sir, sir!” She gasped. She threw her body forward, trying to lean into the pain. She released her breasts, reaching for his wrists like she had earlier.
    “Compose yourself.” He was relentless. “Back into position.” He saw what it cost her to steady her breaths as he continued to compress her nipples.  
    “It hurts!”
    “Does it?”
    She fought her way back into position, struggling to cup her breasts. At least he was some help there since he was tugging so hard on her nipples they were nearly next to each other.
    He noticed the exact moment she regained control of her body’s reactions. Her breaths were still shallow, but she intentionally drew each breath. She forced her knees apart, and she leaned back slightly, even though it meant her nipples were more distended.
    By degrees, he eased up on the pressure. When she totally surrendered, he released his grip and took a step back. God, he loved the sight of her, so responsive and beautiful, blonde hair, longer than it had been, cascading over her trembling shoulders.
    He was undone.
    He crouched in front of her. She still held her breasts for him. Although her head was tipped forward, he saw she was blinking rapidly, unsure of his next move. Gently he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and laved away the hurt with his tongue. She moaned, a sound he recognised as pure pleasure. After soothing the tip of her other breast, he slowly stood. “If you wish to stay, strip. I will be in the parlour.” Then he said, “Look at me.” As she complied, he took the time to purposefully unfasten his belt and draw it from its loops.
    Her gaze was fastened on his motions, not on his face, just as he’d intended.
    “If you join me,” he said, “you’ll experience my punishment.”
    “You said…