Page 24 of On His Terms

For a moment, their gazes collided, and she saw raw desire there.

“Fuck.” Then he closed his eyes and tipped his head back. “Chelsea…” With a raw, guttural moan, he ejaculated, spilling inside her.

That she had that kind of power over him intoxicated her, and she sucked in breath after breath, trying to steady her pulse.

Long moments later, he released his grip on her nipples, then laved them with his tongue to soothe the ache. Then, in a wonderfully unselfish move, he played with her clit to bring her off one more time.

She couldn’t remember ever being this devastated, this complete.

“Stay there,” he said, withdrawing from her.

As if she could move.

He lifted her and moved her higher on the table so that she was fully on her back.

When she shivered from a slight chill, he draped his shirt over her. In this moment, it would take maybe thirty seconds for her to drift off to sleep.

After disposing of the condom, he returned, carrying a washcloth. With a soft word of gratitude, she reached for it.

“I’ll bathe your pussy.”

His statement surprised her. She hadn’t expected this kind of compassion in a BDSM experience. But from the beginning of the evening, nothing had gone as she’d expected. She was dazed.

He pressed the coolness against her, taking away some of the tenderness from the sex as well as the flogging. With a tiny moan, she arched her back.

When he was finished, he offered a hand to help her sit up. “You’ve made this a memorable birthday. Thank you.”

She was satiated, and anxious to have another experience with him. More than ever, Chelsea was determined to convince him to train her. She just needed a plan.

Chapter Four

“She fucking did what?” Alex demanded, fury soaring. Pushing back from the desk in his office, he strode to the window, seeking to harness his flare of temper.

“Chelsea called Niles,” Damien repeated unnecessarily.

He balled his hand into a fist and stared out at the foothills as his mind raced.

He’d spent one evening with Chelsea and he had no claim on her. In fact, he’d told her he didn’t want to train her.

On the surface, her reaching out to Niles Malloy made sense. At one point, the other Dom had been well-known in the community. And he still garnered respect. But since the death of his wife had left him brokenhearted, he’d become somewhat of a recluse. He participated in some scenes filmed at the Den, but he saw no one beyond professional models and actresses.

And just like Alex, Niles had an edge to him. But Niles was rougher, more remote. Some now wondered if he was even capable of emotional attachment. Alex shoved away the unwelcome idea that the same description could apply to him.

“Niles turned her down,” Damien continued. “But he gave her several recommendations.”

Of course she refused to be deterred. Alex should have realized that and not ended the evening the way he had, by wishing her well in her endeavors. She wanted to snag Evan C’s attention, and so would recklessly pursue any path that got her there. And not every Top could be trusted. Foolish girl. “Thanks for the heads-up.”

While he had Damien on the line, Alex updated him on their investments. One was doing as well as anticipated, but another was outperforming even their wildest projections. Neither made up for the colossal failure of the Bartholomew deal, but it was a start. He was pursuing other opportunities, but before he said anything, he and his brother Gavin would be triple-checking all the details.

After ending the call, Alex stared at the late afternoon clouds. At least the view was one good thing about their recent move to the less expensive address. Their Cherry Creek offices had been swanky, but nothing rivaled looking at the mountains.

Restless, he paced the room and dropped his phone onto the desk.

His wayward thoughts once more returned to Chelsea.

What the fuck was up with him?

He hadn’t allowed himself to be obsessed with a woman, even a sub, in years.