Page 18 of On His Terms

Her fingernails gouging into her palms, she opened her mouth.

Though she tried, she couldn’t look away. He was entirely focused on what he was doing as he began to adjust the ratchets. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more and was ready to raise her hand, he stopped.

“I pay very close attention to you, girl. You’re safe with me. I want you to breathe and accept the gag for about two minutes. It will feel like an interminable amount of time. But I will not leave your side.”

He smoothed the hair back from her forehead. Because of that and the way he looked into her eyes, she vowed to do as he asked.

“Fifteen seconds,” he announced.

She was sure it had been four times that.

“You really are stunning in your submission, Chelsea. There’s something alluring about a woman who knows her power and isn’t afraid of it. And when she surrenders it, it’s magnificent. You doing okay?”

She nodded.

“Your shoulders are tense. Try to relax.”

It wasn’t just her shoulders—it was her entire body.

“Uncurl your hands.”

When she didn’t, he simply took her left hand and opened it, very, very gently.

“You’re still okay. Now try with the other.”

Reluctantly, she did.

“I promise, some subs find this experience sublime. It’s easier to let go when you’re not required to speak. You’ve got a minute left. Give up the struggle. Match my breathing.”

He continued to hold her hand. She looked at him. How could he be both her salvation and her damnation?

“That’s it. Breathe with me.”

As she stopped fighting the experience, she realized they were communicating silently, on a deep, intimate level. She’d never felt more attuned to another human being.

“Good,” he said. “Time’s up.” He pulled away his hand. “You should be proud of yourself. I’m proud of you. I’m just going to give you a quick demonstration of how an oral inspection might work with the gag in place.”

She nodded again.

“It would probably be a little farther open, but I won’t do that at this time.” He inserted a finger into her mouth and swept around, pushed on her teeth, pressed against the inside of her cheeks.

“Makes you very much aware of giving up control, doesn’t it?”

Transfixed, she nodded. He was standing above her, totally in control, large, uncompromising, a Dom sure of his power.

He overwhelmed her.

“You can imagine how this probe could be much more degrading and uncomfortable.”

She blinked.

“This, Chelsea, is submission. Subjugation of your will for another’s.” He removed the dam and wiped her mouth with the towel. “No worse for wear?”

Since she wasn’t able to find her voice, she shook her head and hoped she wouldn’t be in trouble.

His patience seemed infinite as he helped her to sit up. After she’d flexed her jaw and taken a couple of grateful sips of water, she managed to thank him for the experience.

Once she had regained her equilibrium, he helped her to lie down, and he resumed his inspection. This time he pulled back the hood of her clitoris to play with the nub. Most men she’d been with only had a passing acquaintance with her clit, but he plumped it, tweaked it, stroked it, fondled it then, making her scream, licked it. She grabbed the table and lewdly pushed her pussy into his face.