Page 51 of On His Terms

But his next command came so fast that she had no time to savor his sexiness.

“Open your mouth.”

Schooling herself, she followed his orders, but then he surprised her by saying, “Now close it.”

He never did what she expected.

For a moment he was quiet.

“Thank you, Sir,” she remembered to say, rushing the words together. She definitely didn’t want to experience the dental dam again, and his mercy truly was something to be grateful for.

“You’ve shaved again.”

“Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t sure whether he’d expected an answer or not.

“Present your breasts.”

Though he hadn’t asked that of her before, she’d seen Brandy do it at the Den. Chelsea lifted her breasts and drew them together, hoping she was doing it right.

“Perfect. Pinch your nipples.”

Because she knew his expectations, she grasped herself harder than she liked. Even when the pain became uncomfortable—almost unbearably so—she continued to do as she was told.

“Now release them and part your pussy lips. Hold them back, as if they were butterfly wings.”

Taking care not to touch her suddenly achy clit, she complied.

His inspection was gentle, much more awful than the terrible one he’d given her at the Den. This aroused her, driving her even madder than she already was.

“Such a good pet.” He wet his thumbpad and brushed it across her clit.

Moaning, she jerked desperately. “Sir!”

He tutted. “Such lack of control.”

Fuck. Already she was on the verge of an orgasm, and it was all his fault.

“Show me your ass.”

Until now, this had been a wonderful inspection. Trying to rein in her galloping emotions, she lowered herself to all fours, then placed her forehead on the floor. Once she’d found her balance, she reached back to spread her ass cheeks.

What was he doing? Watching? Thinking? Planning?

Whatever it was, it stretched her nerves to their fracture point.

His footsteps bounced off the floor, and she forced herself to resist the temptation to turn her head and peek.

Then something wet and solid pressed against her anus.

“Open up, naughty girl.”

This was awful. But when he started to enter her, she closed her eyes and bore down, anxious to make it easier on herself. He inserted something, probably his finger, and probed her, stretching her.

“Have you ever worn a plug?”

“No, Sir.”

“And what you mean is, no Sir, not until now.”