Page 65 of On His Terms

Wave after wave of nervousness crashed into her.

“There’s not as much room in here as I’d like. We’ll go to the play room.”

Walking behind him, she was very much aware of her submission. She tried to drop her head, but the collar prevented it.

He moved aside the chair so that they had a large, open space.

“Stand in the middle of the floor, face me, and spread your feet as far as you can.”

All of a sudden, her legs were leaden, and she had to force herself to move.

“If you have the right attitude, you may enjoy it. Do you need to discuss anything?”

“Do I have to be wearing the collar?”

“I prefer it, yes. I want to keep your hands out of the way.”

“So I can’t protect myself?”

“You won’t need to. I promise you.”

When he used that tone of voice—part purr, all Dominant assertiveness—she’d follow him anywhere, do anything for him.

“Any further questions?”

“No. No, Sir,” she amended.

He flicked his wrist a few times, and the rattan whistled as it cut through the air. She curled her toes into the floor. “Sir, I don’t think I’ve ever been more terrified in my life.”

“Would you like an orgasm this evening?”

“Not from that thing.” She scowled at the cane.

“Ye of little faith,” he mocked.

Doubtful, apprehensive, she exhaled. “But yes, I would like an orgasm, Sir.”

“In that case, open your mouth.”

Without argument, she complied.

“Suck my fingers,” he said, voice sandpapery and sensual.

A moment later, he moved his hand between her legs, sliding his slickened fingers across her pussy until she helplessly jerked against his hand, crying out.

“Oh, Sir.” She wanted to wrap her arms around him and thrust her hips.

“Not so quick. You are needy, aren’t you?”

The effects of his orgasm denial collided inside her, ratcheting up her tension. Her legs trembled as she wordlessly sought more. He continued to play with her until she was on her toes, within moments of coming.

Then once more, he stopped.

“Sir! You’re an absolute nightmare,” she protested, slamming her heels back to the floor.

“You’ll earn it.”

“I thought I already had, Sir.”