Page 54 of On His Terms
“Yes. Yes, please, Sir.”
“In that case, I’m going to fuck your ass with that plug, and you’re going to encourage me to go faster and harder.”
She wrapped her hands tighter around her legs.
“Aren’t you, Chelsea?”
Her breath was shaky.
“It seems you need time to work through various aspects of submission, that you naturally want to rebel.”
“I’d hate for that to be true, Sir.”
He stood close, tapping the cane against his ankle. He loomed over her, large, broad and imposing. Being in this position, looking up at him reinforced their roles.
“Am I wrong?” he asked.
“No.” She wanted to drag her hand through her hair or fold her arms across her chest, but he compelled her to remain open. “Are you sure you have the patience for this? For me?”
Tenderness softened his expression. “Yes. I do. I consider it all to be part of your training.”
For the first time, she understood that this couldn’t be easy for him, either. Why would he choose to tolerate a recalcitrant and stubborn woman when he could have his pick of already-perfect submissives?
In so many ways, he was an enigma. She’d learned a little about him through online searches, but she only knew those things that had put him in the press. It appeared he didn’t participate in any social networking, and even though she was laying herself bare to him, she knew next to nothing about him.
“You’re doing fine,” he assured her. “We’ll work together until you give up the struggle. I recognize that you’re trying, that you’re thinking. I’ve told you before, you will never disappoint me.”
“But you tanned my hide last time, Sir.”
“You will be punished for a bad attitude and for not following rules,” he clarified. “But that doesn’t mean I’m displeased with you, just an aspect of your behavior. Again, I’m going to fuck your ass. We can use the plug you already have, or we can use a larger one?”
“No. No, Sir. This one is fine. Thank you, again, Sir, for your kindness.”
“You are learning. On all fours, if you please.”
When she didn’t move fast enough, he tapped her with the cane to encourage her.
“Your choice, you can remain as you are, or you can put your head on the floor and reach back to hold your buttocks apart.”
That wasn’t an easy decision. If she stayed as she was, it might be more difficult for him to get the plug in and out. On the other hand, if she moved, it would be easier to lose her balance. In the end, she asked, “Is it acceptable for me to…?” Some of their conversations mortified her. “Stick out my bottom a bit?”
“Your decision,” he said. “Doms may not always offer you that choice. Be aware.”
“Yes, Sir.” She pushed out her rear in his direction, waiting with huge impatience.
“It’s customary to thank a Dom when he grants you a favor.”
Damn it all. He overwhelmed her so much that she forgot half the things she was learning. “Sorry, Sir,” she apologized straightway. “I appreciate your understanding.”
“As always, I’ll reinforce the lesson later.”
She froze. “Did that earn me a punishment?”
“Did you expect it wouldn’t?” Behind her, he grasped the plug and pulled it out. “The more you relax, the easier this will be.”
Chelsea barely had time to absorb the shock of being stretched then having it out before he shoved it in again.
Relentlessly he pounded her, and she was gasping and shaking, moving forward and back as he fucked her with it. A dull throb of anguish overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to think.