Page 63 of On His Terms
“I think I finally understand.” The contrast shocked her. Standing up straight did add a confident air.
Without being instructed, she moved around, lifting her head, drawing her shoulder blades together, spreading her legs for balance. The plug continued to remind her of its presence, but she no longer found it annoying.
“Your confidence in your submission makes you even more beautiful, Chelsea.”
“But…” She tried to express her inner struggle. “I’m always confident.”
“This is next level. You’re naked, exposed, and you’re standing there proudly. God, it’s sexy. And you can express gratitude for the compliment.”
She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten. “Thank you, Sir.”
Once more, she tilted her chin as he secured the collar and checked the fit. This time, she admitted it changed the way she stood.
“Because of your aversion to looking at yourself, I will put you through your paces in front of the mirror. Watch yourself and correct any flaws.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Kneel up.”
He stood to the side of her, cane held loosely in his right hand. She concentrated on each movement.
Watching her movements helped her to notice that she was leaning slightly to the left. Frowning with determination, she brought herself back to center.
“That’s it,” he approved.
In the glass, she met his gaze. He was impossibly handsome, and so different from men she had ever been attracted to before. So why did her heart quicken when she looked at Master Alexander?
“Inspect.”
Since he didn’t touch her, she knew he was just checking her positioning.
“Legs farther apart.” With the cane, he tapped the inside of her right ankle. “Much better. Kneel up.”
He made her go through every move no less than a dozen times. With each movement, the plug shifted.
“We have the matter of the unfinished practice from the first night you were here—when you defied me. Do you recall?”
Her mouth opened slightly. As if I’d ever forget. The evening had started wonderfully and ended up being one that made her question everything. “I thought we were even on that.”
“Oh? Why would you expect that?”
Standing here, facing him, remembering that night, her heart pounded.
“If you refuse to do something and walk away without safe wording or using your slow word, you expect transgressions to be pardoned and never mentioned again?”
“Sir…” Being unable to use her hands challenged her muscles in unique and uncomfortable ways. “You did spank me,” she reminded him desperately.
“True. But even after that, you still refused to do what was required.”
His version of BDSM was much more rigid than hers. In her world, a spanking should even the score. Yet, knowing about Liz and how she’d been a masochist, she understood his viewpoint better.
“I’ll give you two options. Three dozen movements now…”
At the end of the day, when she was already tired and stuffed full of a metal plug?
“Or six dozen at a later date of my choosing.”
Her breath whooshed out. Was that his version of an actual choice?