Page 16 of On His Terms

While they’d been talking, her heart rate had returned to normal. Sweat had dried on her body. And she’d mostly managed to corral her galloping thoughts.

“Do you want to continue on?”

“I may be a slow learner, Sir, but I am learning. You won’t have to repeat that lesson. Yes, please. I’d like to continue on. Thank you for the water, and for the two inspection examples.”

“If you’d had more experience, girl, I wouldn’t have gone so easy on you.”

That was easy?

“It could have involved a spanking, perhaps an oversize plug or dildo in your anus, clamps on your cunt to hold the labia apart, having your mouth opened with a dental gag. You could have been manhandled considerably worse.”

Couples actually play that way? Despite the blanket, she shivered. “In that case, thank you, thank you, thank you for going easy on me, Sir.”

“When you’re ready, lie down on that table for a supine inspection.”

In her life she’d often found that things that seemed easy at first turned out to be more difficult than she could have imagined. But she’d also discovered the things she worked hardest for were the most rewarding in the end.

Drawing on her inner resolve, she shrugged off the blanket and offered it to him before climbing up onto the table, with far less elegance than she would have liked.

“On your back, hands at your sides. Knees upraised. Feet flat on the surface about shoulder-width apart. Some Doms may do this on the floor, or a bed, or a tabletop. A kitchen counter is perfect if he or she has company.”

She blinked. Company? She wasn’t sure she was that brave.

“It can be enjoyable to have others observe the inspection. A bit of voyeurism. Some Doms allow someone else to perform the inspections while he or she observes. For now, we’ll keep it between us.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

This time she knew what to expect, so that had to make things easier.

As she’d seen Brandy do, Chelsea took a few deep breaths to center herself.

Master Alexander squeezed and kneaded her breasts, and she moaned. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

But then, instead of releasing her, he changed his grip so that he could flatten her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. It was as if the nubs were trapped in an awful vice.

She’d been wrong.

Knowing what to expect hadn’t made it easier. Even though he was doing essentially the same things, he was doing them differently.

Gasping, she arched her back, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but he was relentless, watching her, a small smile flirting with his sensual lips.

Bastard was enjoying her suffering.

“Very nice nipples.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“How high can I tug them before you beg for mercy?”

“Is this part of an inspection, Sir?”

“Certainly, girl. Gauging your responses, capabilities, and obedience is the biggest part of it.”

“Thank you for explaining that, Sir.” God. How much more could she endure?

“Back flat on the surface, keep your legs apart. Understand?”

The man was merciless. “Yes, Sir.”