Page 11 of On His Terms
When she moaned, he backed off.
She exhaled. “Thank you, Sir.”
He repeated the process, but this time he added more pressure.
Brandy closed her eyes and made soft purring sounds.
When he released her, she kept her eyes closed. From her position, it was obvious she liked what he was doing and wanted more. Still, moments later, she opened her eyes again and softly said, “I appreciate your attentions, Sir.”
“You’re very welcome, pet.” Then he directed his attention back to Chelsea. Her gaze was transfixed on Brandy.
“Didn’t that hurt?” she asked the submissive.
Before responding, Brandy looked at him for approval.
After he nodded, she replied to Chelsea. “It did. But Master Alexander knows what he is doing. He stopped before it became too uncomfortable, but I always have a safe word if I can’t tolerate something.”
Gregorio walked over to them.
“Kneel,” Alex instructed Brandy.
Instantly, she complied, her legs spread wide, resting her bare buttocks on her calves. He preferred a slightly different stance, and before sunrise, he’d teach Chelsea several positions.
The difference in the two women was remarkable. Brandy turned her palms up, cast her gaze down, and drew long, deep breaths. Although she seemed at ease, he knew she was ready to respond to any command, no matter how subtle.
Chelsea was a different story. She was straining against the strap so hard he was afraid she was going to bruise. Though she looked at the floor as he spoke to Gregorio, she kept glancing back up. Alex understood her confusion.
Earlier she’d been talking to Gregorio as an equal. The man was a switch, meaning he could sub or he could dominate. He related to subs and often helped them navigate their way through unfamiliar situations, but he wielded a wicked single tail, gave demonstrations, was an expert rigger, and the few times he’d been in relationships, he’d clearly been in charge.
What she needed to learn was that unless Alex said otherwise, she was to act as a sub to everyone. “Brandy, get on all fours and show your asshole to Gregorio.”
“Of course, Sir.” She placed her forehead on the cold tile floor, arched her back, and reached back to spread her buttocks.
The two men continued their conversation, ignoring both women.
Finally, Gregorio excused himself.
“Very nice, Brandy. Thank you for your assistance. You may get up and dress.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She donned her short dress, then returned to her duties.
He faced Chelsea again. “That kind of behavior, flawless service, is what I expect, what any Dom will expect from you. Would you like to continue your lesson, or shall we have a drink and listen to some of Master Evan C’s music?” He left her attached to the wall while she considered her options.
“I’d like to continue on, Sir.”
“Even if it means dropping to your knees and showing your anus to the world?”
Shaking slightly, she met his eyes. “Even if, Sir.”
“Brave girl.”
Surprisingly, she didn’t protest his praise.
As he unfastened her, he was forced to admit grudging respect. She was either committed to her course, or she was incredibly stubborn. Either way, he’d expected her to run before now.
When he had been a trainer, he’d often waited weeks or a month before asking a sub to practice in public. Fighting emotions was more difficult when you weren’t alone with your Dom. Yet she’d approached him here. “As you heard, Gregorio said that we can use the second space down the hall on the left. Before we go, you need to know there’s a screen for privacy, but there’s no door. If you cry or scream, as you will, others may hear you.” Evan’s unintelligible music was still chipping the paint off the walls, so her sounds would be muffled. “And others may walk by and see you. You will be naked. The humiliation you’ve experienced so far will be nothing compared to what you’ll endure over the next hour or so.”