Page 61 of On His Terms
She wrinkled her nose. “I was afraid of that, Sir.”
“As well as holding your tongue.” He smiled.
Good luck with that.
“We’ll also work on being bound and restrained, service, and how to take a spanking properly. We’ve had some time apart. Is there anything you’d like to add to your limits list?”
“No, there isn’t.”
“Your Dom will expect you to be excellent at sucking cock, so you’ll spend time practicing that, as well.”
Her nerves shattered. “Can I ask a question about that?”
“Of course.”
“We had sex at the Den…”
“Would you prefer we didn’t fuck?”
“No.” She chose her words. “I know you don’t want things to be confused, but I would like you to fuck me.”
“That’s no hardship,” he assured her.
“I also find it difficult when I’m naked and you’re dressed.”
“It’s a good reminder of our positions. Be assured, it’s quite intentional. And besides, I rather enjoy looking at your body.”
“I understand, Sir.” Even if I don’t like it.
“Is there anything specific you’d like to learn or spend time on?”
She was silent for a moment as she considered what she wanted to say. He expected her to reveal things that made her uncomfortable—that was part of the whole submission thing. She was accustomed to playing coy games with men, to teasing, to saying what they wanted to hear. But he’d proven he wouldn’t settle for that.
“Chelsea?”
The knowledge that they would part after two weeks gave her confidence. It didn’t matter what she said, since they wouldn’t have a relationship going forward. The honesty demanded of a D/s arrangement left her a bit breathless. “I want to be able to endure whatever my Dom wants with confidence.”
“As long as it’s not on your limits list,” he amended. “Or something where you need to use your safe word. This isn’t about heroics.” Even as he said that, he moved across the room to pick up the hated collar. “I’d like to see how well you’re doing on your postures.”
Nothing like an immediate test of what she’d said. “Of course, Sir.”
“Anything to say before I fasten you into it?”
Right now, she understood why his firm had been such a big success in business, despite the Bartholomew deal, and why many of the firm’s big clients had stayed with them. With the way he focused so intently, he had a way of making people feel listened to and heard. He didn’t multitask. He gave his full attention. “I think I said this before, I felt humiliated.” She gnawed on her bottom lip. “Unimportant.”
His touch gentle, he took her chin and tilted her head back. “Let me make this clear,” he said. “I no longer train subs. So the fact you’re here says you matter, that I find something remarkable about you. I respect you, Chelsea, and your commitment. I keep my distance on purpose to ensure your safety and to remember our boundaries.”
After his experience with his former wife, maybe she didn’t blame him.
Quietly, he continued on, in the same serious vein. “You may struggle with your feelings, and it’s my job to help you manage your emotional state, as well as my own. BDSM is a serious business and needs to be treated as such. Make no mistake, Chelsea. There is nothing, nothing, impersonal about this to me.”
Hearing those words released some of her angst.
“Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Please, Chelsea, use your safe word or ask me to go slow if you need to. We can talk about anything at any time.”