Page 33 of T is for…

Her breathing was a little shallow, and as much as he enjoyed the look of her lush tits compressed and captive under the black band, he was worried it was restricting her breathing.

Leaning in, he brushed his lips over the corner of her mouth as he reached around behind her to undo the two small buckles that held the chest band closed.

“Who helped you put this on?” he asked softly, eyes half closed as he focused on unbuckling by touch.

“No one.”

“You buckled this on yourself?”

“Yes. It’s not that much harder than putting on a bra.”

“Wait, you fasten bras behind your back? I thought you did them in the front and turned them around?”

“‘You’ meaning me personally, or the bra-wearing population?”

“I have worked very hard, for a good number of years, NOT to think about you and bras at the same time.”

The second buckle came loose, and she let out a relieved sigh. Nathan carefully slid the thin shoulder straps over the curve of her shoulders and then down to her elbows, before peeling the chest band forward and off.

Her pretty, plump tits jiggled as they relaxed, her dark nipples small, hard tips in the center of her wide, round areolas.

Horizontal lines marked her breasts above and below the areola, the groove looking deep and painful.

“You had it on too tight,” he admonished, tracing the angry lines with one finger. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“And that’s your job?” Her head was still bowed, but she was looking at him through her lashes, a small smile curving her lips.

“Exactly.” He ran his thumb over her smile, and she turned her head, keeping her lips in contact with his skin.

He swallowed against the swell of need that little moment created.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned,” he said gruffly, “it’s that subs are always far more brutal with themselves than a Dom would ever be.”

“I don’t know about that. I’ve met some pretty brutal Doms.”

“Fair point, but are you telling me that you’ve never had a Dom stop a scene when you would have kept going?”

“Fair point,” she echoed. “It happened recently in fact.”

He had a bad moment, shoulders tensing, as he imagined her with some other man. Even though he had no right to feel possessive…

“Wait, do you mean me?” He blinked at her. “Me and right now?”

Tara laughed, leaning in to rest her head against his. “Yes, Nathan, I mean you.”

He smacked her ass, just because, and she softened against him, her body almost melting into his.

“You would have kept the spanking going?” he murmured into her hair.

She nodded, chin bumping his shoulder.

“Even though we were well past the point of a little slap and tickle and into real pain?”

She nodded again.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I loved being over your knee,” she replied instantly. “I love the feel of you spanking me. Hurting me the way I need. If it were up to me, you would have kept going. You would have gotten a slapper or a paddle, and kept spanking me.”

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