Page 115 of On His Terms

Slowly, Master Alexander increased the speed of his strokes, making them deeper, until her breasts jiggled.

“Are you ready?”

“More than, Sir.”

He laid the leather to her deliciously, making her moan, drawing out her pleasure. Even though they’d played together repeatedly, she’d never experienced anything like this. “Mmm…”

“You like this?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her limbs loosened from the pleasure unfurling in her.

“Call me Master.”

She exhaled, remembering that night at the Den when he told her she shouldn’t use that word because he was a Dom, but not her Dominant. “Sir?”

Instead of responding, he continued to spank her sore buttocks.

“Master,” she whispered.

“Fuck.” He delivered the remaining spanks, then flipped her over and cradled her in the comfort of his arms. “I’ll never tire of hearing you say that.”

“I won’t get tired of saying it.” The tears she’d been holding back now spilled. As if a dam had burst, she couldn’t stop. “I love you. You, Sir.”

He released her bonds and gently brushed away a teardrop.

“Please, Sir, I need you inside me.”

During the time they’d been apart, she’d ached for him. Since she knew that he was the man she loved, she hadn’t even considered anyone else, even when Sara, who’d originally taken her to the Den, invited her to a play party.

Kicking aside balloons, Master Alexander carried her upstairs.

Then, keeping her balanced, he pulled back the bedcovers before placing her on the mattress. He undressed, tossing his clothes haphazardly around the room, before ripping open a condom, and rolling the sheath down his cock.

“Later I want you from behind. Now, I just want to look at your face as you tell me again that you’ll marry me.”

He bent over her and licked her pussy, eating her until she was tossing her head deliriously and whimpering all his honorifics in a single word.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he urged.

She heard the threat. There would be no orgasm until she said the words. “Yes, Master. I’ll marry you and be yours in all ways.”

“I’ve reserved the Den for a private weekend with you, if you’re agreeable.”

“So I heard.” He looked at her. “Master Damien didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to tell me.”

“So much for surprises,” he lamented.

“Except for the biggest, happiest one of my life.”

With that, he knelt between her legs, cockhead pressing against her needy pussy.

He drove into her with a single, hard, fast stroke.

She moaned her appreciation. “Fuck me like you own me, my future husband.”

“Every day, if necessary,” he said, reaching between them to press his thumb against her clit.