Page 17 of On His Terms

“Feel free to cry or whimper or moan. Screaming is okay, too. You have your slow word and safe word.”

Which she didn’t want to use. “Yes, Sir.”

His grip was excruciating. But then he began to pull, as well.

She curled her hands into fists. Looking at her, he continued on. Hungrily, she gazed into his eyes, knowing she could drown in their depths.

The pain ratcheted up, making her want to close her eyes, but connecting with him gave her strength.

“Can you take more for me?” his voice encouraged and soothed.

Can I? In that moment, recognition rocked her world. This was no longer about her. She wanted to please the man standing above her. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

This time he sounded approving, rather than patronizing. Had his tone changed or had her attitude?

He pulled harder, and she whimpered, digging her heels into the table cushion. The amount of pain she was enduring wasn’t possible.

Gasping for breath, she panted. But then, shockingly, even as the agony increased, she started to become turned on.

“Ah. That exquisite line between pain and pleasure,” he told her. “You’re there. Endorphins and arousal. I can smell your muskiness, see the haze in your eyes.”

Yes.

Chelsea wanted…something. Something out of reach, maybe unattainable. But there was a raw, demanding need deep inside her.

He increased his threshold even more. Desperate, she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, “Slow.”

“Well done,” he said. “I’m going to release you a bit at a time, so it hurts less.”

“Thank you,” she said, while desperately wishing he’d just let go. Still, when he finally did, she whimpered. As blood surged back into the abused tips, the momentary pain was excruciating.

“Now I know where this limit is, so I can, with your permission, push you further in future.”

She wasn’t sure anyone was going near her nipples again. Ever.

“Stay in position.”

She opened her eyes in terror when he returned. He had several items with him, including a towel and more of those damn blue gloves, but the metal contraption that he held up riveted her attention.

“This is a dental gag.”

It resembled a medieval torture device. It was quite wide, with two metal pieces running parallel and a ratchet on either side, presumably to keep the teeth apart.

“As you can see, the bits are dipped in rubber, so it’s quite safe. A lot of Doms like them because they restrict speech and keep the mouth open for insertion of any number of items, including a cock.”

Her tummy twisted in fear. “This is for educational purposes, right, Sir?”

“Instructional. Once it’s inserted, and you get a feel for it, I’ll remove it. When I inspected you earlier, I noticed how far you could comfortably open your jaw. Some subs find this kind of gag rather pleasant. They don’t have to remember their manners and they can surrender to the scene. In lieu of a safe word, we’ll use a safe signal. Simply raise your right hand, and I’ll remove it.”

Never, even in her kinkiest thoughts or readings, had she imagined enduring anything like this.

“Open wide.”

For a moment, she simply stared. She wasn’t stalling, she was considering whether to stop him, this…madness.

“Chelsea, safe word or open your mouth.”