Page 69 of On His Terms

Wondering about his instructions, she complied without question.

She savored the sight of him undressing, and he took little care with his clothes. He tossed his shoes toward the closet, and his socks followed. After unbuttoning his shirt, he hung it from the closet door.

Once more, his honed biceps reminded her of his power.

His gaze was focused on her as he unbuckled his belt and pulled the leather through the loops. For a wild, wicked moment she wondered what it would feel like if he used it on her.

“Curious, are you?”

“How…?”

“Your eyes are wide, but not with fear.” He dropped his trousers, and his magnificent cock was already hard. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a man who was so broad, with such well-defined muscles.

She parted her legs and expected him to enter her. Instead, he knelt over her.

“Suck my dick, sub.”

Oh, Lord. He loomed above her and filled her vision with his ball sac and erect cock.

Feelings of helplessness slammed into her.

Because he had leverage, he could have choked her, but he initially only shoved his cockhead inside her mouth.

“Take a little more,” he said.

She started to move her hands so she had some control, but he ensnared her wrists.

Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut as she licked and sucked, trying not to focus on how big he was and how totally he filled her.

“Good girl.” He groaned.

That was all she needed to redouble her efforts to please him. He jerked his hips, going deeper down her throat, exercising his dominion over her.

By the time he pulled out, she was gasping and choking, owned, no longer able to think.

“That will do. For now.”

At first, she’d done okay, but toward the end, physical sensation had swamped her. And the gruffness in his voice told her he’d been as into it as she was.

Master Alexander moved off the bed, and she pressed her hand to her mouth to savor his taste.

As he grabbed a condom from the top drawer of the nightstand and put it on, she became hotter and hotter for him.

Cock jutting, he grabbed hold of her and drew her toward him, making her gasp.

He knelt and wrapped his arms around her thighs to bring her closer to his face. “Only fair,” he said, teasing her clit, then swirled the throbbing bundle of nerves with his tongue.

“Sir!” She arched her back.

“You’re slick for me, Chelsea,” he said approvingly. “Inviting.”

Desperate. “It’s because you’re so sexy, Sir.”

“My rules still apply. No coming without permission.”

“Oh, Sir! I’m not sure I can wait.”

“Soon. But not yet.” He played with the base of the plug, tapping on it and pulling it out a little before releasing it.