Page 47 of On His Terms

Her body jerking, she struggled for control.

“Now finger-fuck yourself, girl. Hard and deep. If you even get close to your clit, you’ll get more punishment.” His demands were constant, horrible.

“You’re being beastly, Sir.”

“So far, I’ve been a gentleman, and more generous than you deserve.”

Though he might be right, his words didn’t soothe her agitation.

“Since you’re considerably smaller than I am, I want you using three fingers.”

She complied, becoming more and more aroused. Her impending orgasm couldn’t be denied. “Oh, Sir!” Spinning back to their time they’d had sex, Chelsea closed her eyes, imagining him inside her.

“Problem, girl?”

Unable to respond, she thrust her hips.

“You’re not going to come, are you, Chelsea?”

The warning in his tone didn’t penetrate her haze.

“Chelsea?”

She was almost there, so close, so desperate…

“Stop immediately.”

His loud command penetrated her self-induced haze. “But…”

“Immediately,” he repeated with force.

Ceasing her movements, she fought back her aggravation.

“Now pick up the phone and place your fingers in your mouth. Taste yourself and know how happy I am to know you’re so needy.”

“But… Sir, it’s been so long since—”

“And it’s going to be even longer. Your denial is delicious.”

Once she had the device in hand, she sucked on her fingertips.

He picked up a glass of something—whiskey maybe—and took a sip.

His eyes were intense, his nod filled with triumph. “That’s satisfactory.”

Relieved, she dropped her hand to her side.

“Your orgasms belong to me.”

Hardly able to comprehend his words, she blinked.

“To give, to withhold. Understand?”

“I…” When he quirked an eyebrow, she reluctantly relented. “Yes, Sir.”

“That means you require permission before coming, and this is not a situation where it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission.”

“Is this part of my training, Sir?”