Page 34 of On His Terms
With a small nod, legs wide apart, she bent and grabbed her ankles.
“Spread your cheeks.”
Struggling a bit for balance, she complied.
“Every morning before you go to work, you are required to insert a small butt plug that will remain in place all day.”
“You—?” She started to break position, and he delivered a quick spank to her right buttock.
“Try your response again.”
She exhaled a frustrated breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“Still waiting for gratitude.”
Her knuckles whitened where she gripped her ankles. “I have to thank you for ordering me to do something I don’t want to?”
“Not at all.” He scraped his thumbnail down the tiny mark left by his hand. “You’re thanking me for thinking of you, being considerate enough to find a way to remind you of your training even when we’re apart.”
“Considerate?” she scoffed.
“Safe word or cease your arguing.” He was grateful she couldn’t see his mirth.
It took several seconds for her to respond. “Thank you, Sir.”
“In fact, you should send a message every morning, letting me know when it’s in place and expressing how thankful you are for my attention.”
She didn’t reply.
“And for the fact I’m not requiring a large-size one.”
She gulped.
Yet.
“Yes, Sir. Of course. Once again, please accept my thanks.”
“When those statements happen faster and with more authenticity, I’ll know the training has been effective.” He dug his fingers into her butt cheeks. “Don’t think I’m not paying attention to your tone, in addition to your words. And you can be assured that your obstinance is being noted and will be corrected.”
For a moment she released her ankles before clearly remembering she was supposed to stay in place. “I’m sure that’s what makes Sir an excellent trainer. Your attention to detail.”
This time, her tone was so neutral he couldn’t ascertain her sincerity. Clever girl. “Kneel up.”
Her motions were slow and somewhat exaggerated. “You’re struggling to do things, which tells me you need daily practice, something I mentioned at the Den. Along with other Dominants, I expect your motions be flawless and elegant.”
“I apologize, Sir.”
“No need. Since you’re an absolute beginner, I anticipated you’d be rather awkward.”
Because he was looking at her, she couldn’t hide the way she pursed her lips. No doubt she didn’t like the criticism—not that he blamed her.
“You’ll be going through your paces daily, and we’ll begin now so that I’m sure you’re doing things correctly.”
Her nipples were hard, and the heady scent of her arousal reached him. She might protest that she didn’t like it, but her feminine responses were sexily submissive. And fuck it all, that summoned his raw, dominant instincts.
She will belong to another.
How many times would he need to remind himself of that fact?