CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

“On the bed.” James gave a flick of his fingers, and this time I did as he said without question. I wasn’t going to contemplate another round of sparring today, and it was beginning to dawn on me that I was no match for James. He was in another category entirely, and I would have dearly loved to know where he learnt to fight like that.

“Spread your legs.”

“I love it when you talk dirty, Sir,” I purred.

“What have we said about that sassy mouth of yours, Lois? It’s going to land you in trouble. The question is, what kind of trouble? Shall we say ten edging sessions followed by an orgasm if you’re good?”

“What does ‘edging’ mean?" I asked suspiciously, slowly widening my legs upon the crisp white sheets of my double bed.

“It’s when you’re taken to the edge of orgasm, but not allowed to come. Basically, it’s a vicious form of teasing, but it does have its benefits.”

Raising an eyebrow, I waited for him to continue.

He took his own sweet time in replying, settling himself between my thigh