Page 19 of Over the Line

“Is that another challenge, little sub?”

“No, Sir. That would be wrong. I’m just making a comment.”

He grinned. Yeah. He would have been smart to have heeded Gregorio’s warning. “Cup your breasts, Sydney, and offer them to me.”

She did as instructed, drawing them together and lifting them. He crouched in front of her. “Look at me.”

Their gazes met.

Earlier, he’d noticed that her eyes were ice blue. But he’d seen her outside—the sun had been fading, and the flickering firelight and torches had hidden the richness of the color. He wondered if she had any idea how expressive their depths were. Now he saw anticipation there, along with a hint of trepidation. “You said your nipples are sensitive.”

“Yes, Sir. They are.”

He brushed the pads of his thumbs across the tips, making her tremble. Yeah. If that gentle a touch caused that reaction, then nipple play would bring them both endless delights. “I want you to stay as you are, even if you’re tempted to move. Understand?”

She nodded.

“And your slow word?”

“Tur-tle,” she said, breaking the word into two distinct syllables. “Sir.”

“That will get you an orgasm denial.”

“Not a punishment?” She scowled.

“That is punishment for you. I think you’d like another spanking, and you’ll get one. But I’m betting that keeping you on the edge and making you practice patience would really be torment.”

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then snapped it closed again.

“Wise choice,” he said, approvingly. Still looking at her, he dragged his thumbnails across the tips of her nipples.

His reluctant little submissive sucked in a breath.

He pinched her nipples lightly then let go right away. Even though she swayed toward him a little, she kept her eyes open, her gaze focused on his face. “Good girl,” he said.

This time, he took her nipples and used more pressure, squeezing for longer.

“Ahh…”

“They’re like small pebbles,” he said.

“Yes, Sir. It…hurts.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

He released her, giving her a short break, letting her process the sensations, making her wonder what was next.

“Keep holding your breasts for me.” After she nodded, he repeated the process twice more. She closed her eyes before quickly opening them. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, Sir.”

As he continued, he increased his tempo, pinching her harder, longer. He’d been giving her a handful of seconds to recover and prepare for the next assault, but now he shortened the time between the breaks.

All the while, he held her gaze, watching her for signs of real distress. “Is your pussy getting wet?”

“I’m not sure, Sir.”