Page 71 of On His Terms

“You may come.” The words emerged on a guttural groan. “Anytime.”

This. She needed it so badly.

Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to his unholy domination.

He pistoned his hips, making her delirious.

“Sir… Master Alexander…” She didn’t know what she was asking. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t survive much more.

Finally, a climax overtook her, but not in a way it ever had before. This started in her soul and unfurled itself in sustained waves of pleasure.

The orgasm approaching, she squeezed his cock, and he moaned.

“So damn hot,” he growled, lifting his body. “Look at me.”

She did, and he captured gaze, refusing to let it go.

“I want to see you come.” He jerked his hips, creating shallow motions in her.

How did he know so much more about her than she recognized herself.

“Scream for me.” He pressed a thumbpad to her clit, rocketing her to the heights of delirium.

And then, overwhelmed, she did scream.

“Yeah.”

Once the waves receded, he forced a second orgasm from her. Where fantasy ended and reality began, she had no idea.

“Chelsea…”

Her breaths were shallow and ragged. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. “Come in me, Sir.”

His eyebrows furrowed, he gritted his teeth as he relentlessly pounded her.

He was unbelievably hard inside her, stretching her even farther. “Sir!”

“Fuck!” Shuddering, he froze, and his pulse throbbed as he ejaculated.

Master Alexander possessed her body, and maybe a part of her heart.

Then he collapsed on her, making it impossible for her to draw a full breath. But she didn’t protest. This was a completion she’d sought her entire life.

Overcome, she wrestled her arms from his grip and threaded the fingers of one hand into his hair. She ran her other hand down his back.

Under his tutelage, she was evolving. She had never been the nurturing type, but he brought out an ultrafeminine side of her.

After a few moments, he shifted their positions so that she was on her side, and he was behind her, his arm across her as he held her against his chest.

“Don’t fight me.”

“As if I could, Sir.” Surprising herself, she wasn’t even tempted, which might lead to future heartache that she couldn’t afford.

He placed a hand right above her pelvic bone and inched her backward so that her rear was curved against him. She was aware of the plug still, and his half-hard cock.

She might have drifted off to sleep, because her body was cool when he released her and moved from the bed.

“I’ll be right back.”