Page 67 of On His Terms

“That’s a good pet. You may come for me.”

His permission unshackled her, leaving her jerking and sobbing. The slickness of her pussy and the unyielding force of the cane became one, then gathered force. His voice encouraged her, his motions drove her.

“Come now,” he ordered. “Right now.”

As the long-denied climax crashed into her, Chelsea screamed.

Her body shook, from the intensity as much as the relief.

She’d been wholly unprepared for an experience like this one.

At some point, while she sobbed, the rattan clattered against the floor, and she was swept into his embrace as he whispered soft, reassuring words in her ear.

When she finally became aware of the world around them, she was in his lap and seated in the chair, curled up against him. In her entire life, she’d never felt safer, more secure. Or wanted.

“You pleased me.”

She met the glittering passion in his eyes.

“There’s more for you. If you dare.”

Chapter Eight

“Let me get you out of this collar,” he said.

Chelsea looked at him through dazed eyes. Again and again, he shattered her, leaving her changed, so different from the woman she’d been even a month ago.

Remembering herself, she thanked him for the orgasm.

“Your trust in me earned you the privilege.”

She wanted to remain where she was, as close to him as possible.

But his next instruction meant she had to leave his reassuring embrace. “Lean forward.”

In mere moments, he’d freed her wrists.

“Remember, move slow. Rotate your shoulders. Give yourself a few moments to adjust.”

“Thank you.”

When she’d complied, he drew her back against his chest, digging one hand into her short hair and holding her tight until her breathing returned to normal.

The orgasm he’d given her was shattering, but she yearned for a deeper connection with him. Did she have the courage to ask? “Sir?”

“Hmm?”

“You mentioned giving head as part of my training.”

He adjusted her on his lap and tipped back her chin. “I think you’ve endured enough for one evening. We can do that tomorrow.”

“I…”

He frowned as he looked at her. “Tell me what you want, Chelsea.”

“You’ll think I’m ungrateful.”

His lips quirked in a quick smile. “Allow me to be the judge of that.”