Page 66 of On His Terms
“I’ll decide that, girl.” He stepped back and picked up the cane. “Let’s see how desperate you are.”
Fear licked at the edges of arousal.
Lightly, he brought the rattan between her legs to tap her clit.
“How’s that?”
“Not as bad as I feared,” she admitted.
“A little harder?”
“I’m not sure about that, Sir.”
“We’ll try it, shall we? Remember to say slow or use your safe word if you freak out or can’t endure it.” With those reassuring words, he stepped back a couple of inches and increased the pressure of his skillful strokes.
As he continued, Chelsea cried out. Not from pain, but because she liked it. The fact she was restrained and helpless added to the delirium. “Sir, I’m really turned on,” she admitted, surprising herself. “I need to come. Please? Please, may I?”
He didn’t answer, and she jerked and whimpered from her arousal.
“Sir? Master Alexander? I can’t take any more. I swear. Please!”
Instead of allowing her to get off, he frustratingly moved the cane away, leaving her heaving, nerve endings singed.
She drank in several deep breaths.
“Do you have yourself under control?” he asked softly, about fifteen seconds later.
She met his gaze, but wished she could look down. Until he had introduced her to the posture collar, she’d had no idea how often she would glance at the floor to hide her emotions. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. You’re doing very well. I’m proud of you. But there’s more.” He placed the length between her labia. “Slide your clit against the cane,” he instructed.
She had to bend her knees a bit to get enough pressure against the rattan. “This seemed easier in theory.”
“I meant it as a challenge. Now move as if you’re fucking the implement.”
His dirty talk made her tummy turn somersaults.
The wood was thin, and her damp pussy slid effortlessly along the waxed length. Despite her initial embarrassment, she ground herself against it, becoming wetter and wetter with each stroke. The sensations of the plug shifting inside of her and the way it dragged against the rattan overwhelmed her.
Her breathing rate increased as physical desire trampled rational thinking.
Master Alexander slipped an arm around her, drawing her closer, lending her more of his strength.
“That’s it,” he encouraged.
The raspy sound of his voice against her ear drove her on. She’d never been with a man this primal, and he unleashed a wild, wanton part of her.
A climax unlike any other built inside her. “Sir, may I?” Her entire body shook from the exertion and denial.
“Have you earned it?”
Her response was instinctive and honest. “That’s for you to decide, Sir.” Since he hadn’t told her to stop, she continued to frantically grind herself against the cane.
He forced the wood against her even harder. Her craving became desperation, and she clenched her buttocks, frantic to fight off the orgasm. “I beg you, Sir! Please, please.”
“One more time.”
“Please, Sir,” she begged him. “Please.”