Page 19 of On His Terms
“You have a very responsive body,” he said, moving on.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He inserted one finger inside of her. “Your G-spot should be about…” He felt around a bit. “Here.”
She arched and struggled, wanting more, wanting him to stop.
“Do you want an orgasm, girl?”
“Yes! Yes, please, Sir.”
He continued his relentless motions. She was on the edge. The treatment of her nipples, the crashing emotion that the surrender to his gag had caused, then the way he touched her clit, the way her ass had been stretched wider than ever before, and now…heaven help her, he slipped a second finger into her and pressed his thumb to her anus… “Sir!” She thrashed her head about. In this moment, he owned her reactions. “Please.” She gasped. “I need… I can’t, I can’t.” Her legs shook. “Please, slow…”
“Come.”
To ensure her compliance, he ate her out as he finger-fucked her pussy and ass.
Chelsea had never had a man command her to orgasm, but she came, hard, fast, completely, screaming his name.
When the world stopped spinning, he was standing next to her, stroking her cheekbone.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He grinned—the gesture filled with triumph. “If I were training you, we would work on orgasm control.”
“Yes, Sir,” she lied. Flat-out lied. There wasn’t a chance on this earth that she would deny herself that kind of shattering experience, even at the expense of any diabolical punishment he might devise.
Once more, he helped her into a sitting position, encouraged her to drink another sip of water, then said, “If a sub passes inspection, and the Dom doesn’t need to punish her for something or have her correct something in her grooming, they move on to the next thing.”
The next thing? There’s more after that?
“For example, the Dom’s birthday present.”
She blinked. At some point, she’d forgotten she’d volunteered to accept a spanking from him.
“Assuming you still want to continue?”
Even if she wasn’t able to convince him to train her, the things she’d already learned would help her attract Master Evan C’s attentions. “Yes, Sir.”
“Have you ever played with a flogger?”
“At the parties I attended, yes. But I’m betting it was nothing like you mean.”
She watched as he moved a small stool to the middle of the floor. Then he went to the far wall and lowered a pulley. It didn’t take her long to add up the facts. She was going to be standing on the stool and attached to the hook. As she’d guessed, this was nothing like the playtime she’d had with others.
Her nerves skittered when he removed his bolo tie and hung it on the wall. His vest and shirt followed, and when he turned back toward her, she was even more aware of him as a man and as a formidable Dom. His chest was broad, and his biceps well defined. He had a small amount of dark chest hair that gave him a sexy edge. When she had fantasies, this was the type of guy who showed up center stage.
She vehemently disagreed with the little voice suddenly nagging her, informing her that he, rather than Evan C, was the right kind of man for her. Master Alexander was too brash and demanding. Besides, she definitely wasn’t the type of woman he would be attracted to.
He helped her from the table. For a moment she was close, far too close, to his chest, to being in his arms.
When he had been fully dressed, the atmosphere had felt somewhat instructional. Now sensuality simmered on the surface. He’d brought her to a rocking orgasm, and it wasn’t just because of what he’d done to her body. It was because of the connection that arced between them. She liked the touch of his strong fingers on her skin. His commanding tone of voice made her want to bend her knees in abject submission.
Music began to blare again, shattering the intimate air. She was grateful. It would be easy to forget she wanted to learn about submission so she could ensnare a different Dom.
“I’m going to bind your wrists together and then attach you to that hook.”
As his words confirmed what she suspected, she nodded bravely.