Page 114 of On His Terms
“I want to get started on our future, make love to you, and also have a scene so that we can embrace all aspects of who we are and this beautiful dynamic we share.”
Her insides turned molten. “Take me, Sir.”
“In that case, present yourself to me, my sub.”
His possessive inflection sent response galloping through her. This was her homecoming.
Her fingers shaking, the diamond winking in the overhead light, she stripped.
He inspected her, but more gently than he ever had before, cupping her breasts and squeezing with the most stimulating touch. He tweaked her nipples to full arousal. His touch was a full-on sensual assault. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I love it when you use your manners.”
He traced a fingertip across her lips, and dutifully she opened her mouth. In a promise of what was to come, he slipped inside.
Then he continued his lazy exploration, moving lower to investigate the insides of her pussy lips. “Beautiful. Smooth and silky.”
She was wet for him, ready.
With his masterful touch, he teased her clit, making her jerk in helpless response.
“Were you hoping I might do this tonight?”
Since he wanted truth from her, she saw no point in lying. “Not consciously. But honestly, I haven’t stopped thinking of you, hoping against hope that something like this would happen.”
He rubbed her clit harder, then he inserted a finger inside her. “We’re perfect for each other, Chelsea.”
Before she could respond, he resumed his Dom mode and dropped his hand, leaving her frustratingly on the edge.
He moved to the mantel and picked up two lengths of rope, allowing them to dangle from his hands. “In keeping with the evening’s theme, I’m going to use rope to bind you while I give you your first spanking as my future wife.”
She shifted, trying to keep away the orgasm that threatened.
“Give me your wrists.”
When they were secure, he bent to tie her ankles. The rope abraded her skin, adding a whole new sensation. Wryly, she thought they should have had a satin and lace theme for the evening.
With great intent, he pulled off his belt. “Cowhide leather for your skin,” he said. “Of course.” He doubled over the leather and snapped it in front of her face. Then he snared her chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“You want this?”
She sought reassurance in the depths of his drownable eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then ask for it.”
“Please, Sir. Spank me for the first time as your submissive.”
Before she’d finished speaking, he’d scooped her up and carried her to the couch, where he knocked aside balloons before sitting and positioning her helplessly across his lap. She desperately wriggled around, trying to find a position that wouldn’t end with her being dumped on the hardwood flooring.
Beneath her, she felt the protective power of his muscles.
For long minutes, he rubbed her skin.
“Thank you, Sir. I’ve missed this.” She all but purred.
“So have I.”
This new level of honesty made her heart swell.