Page 10 of On His Terms
Rather than engaging in conversation with other attendees, Alex returned to Chelsea. One minute had probably seemed like an eternity to her. “Well-trained subs are unconcerned when they’re ignored. Instead they concentrate on pleasing their Dominant. I secured you to the wall because I wanted to, not because you were being punished. What would the experience be like if you had just centered yourself and thought about my imminent return?”
“This is difficult, Sir.”
“You may safe word at any time and admit I was right.”
Though she smiled, it was clear her back teeth were clenched. “Hard doesn’t mean impossible, Sir.”
“In that case, next time I’ll place you naked in the stocks. They’re portable and can be moved to the middle of the room. Completely adjustable so I can have you standing, sitting, kneeling, bent over, or even squatting. Depends on what part of your body I want exposed.”
Color drained from her face.
“And I’ll expect you to thank me for the experience.”
“I…” She blinked. “What?”
“Your lack of gratitude for my attention is a bit off-putting.”
“I’m confused,” she said.
“My time is valuable. Especially since it’s my birthday, I could find someone a little more agreeable to play with.” Brandy, who’d helped out with the cake, was standing near a wall, carefully watching all the goings-on, in case she was needed.
He signaled to her, and she hurried over. Though she moved with purpose and speed, her motions were graceful.
“Master Alexander.” She smiled. “May I be of service?”
“Are you available for a short demonstration?”
“Of course, Sir.”
“Do you have a safe word?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Anything else I need to know, Brandy?”
“Thank you for asking, Sir. Nothing else you need to know.”
“Any issues with corporal punishment?”
“No, Sir.”
He turned back to Chelsea. “Observe. Relax. This isn’t about me pointing out your shortcomings, it’s simply a part of your instruction.”
Though her lips were set in a tight line, she said nothing.
“Remove your garment,” he instructed Brandy.
Within moments, she stood in front of him, naked.
“Please present your breasts.”
“Certainly, Master Alexander.” Gaze downcast, Brandy cupped the abundant globes in her palms. She lifted her breasts and drew them together.
“Thank you,” he said. “I’m going to squeeze your nipples hard.”
“Of course, Sir.”
He gave her a couple of gentle squeezes, preparing her for what was coming. When she leaned toward him, wordlessly indicating she was ready for more, he increased the pressure.