Page 74 of On His Terms

As he continued his ministrations, she was tempted to accept his invitation and stay the night, curled up next to him in bed. But she knew herself too well. If she gave in, she might begin to care for him. He’d reminded her numerous times that he was her trainer, and when she returned to him, she’d vowed to keep their relationship professional.

Boundaries, as he’d noted, were important.

He used the warm spray to clean her pussy, and when he was satisfied, he allowed her to step out while he finished his shower.

As she dried off, she watched him, admiring the hard, masculine angles of his body.

Chelsea was glad she’d gone to the Den, and thrilled he’d agreed to be her two-week Dom. In this moment, she might be the luckiest submissive on the planet.

“Uhm, Sir, I think I’ll go downstairs, if that’s okay?” What was the protocol at the end of an evening like this?

“I’ll be right behind you.”

By the time he’d joined her, she was dressed.

He was wearing loose-fitting athletic pants and a fresh T-shirt. No matter what he chose, he was breathtakingly hot.

“There’s a party a week from Saturday night at the Den,” he said as she picked up her purse. “I understand Evan C will be in attendance.”

Excitement and anticipation thrummed through her at his words. She’d sent the confounded rocker several emails and even an unsolicited proposal for his career PR. She’d received nothing back except an automatic response saying that he appreciated her writing to him and, due to the large volume of correspondence he received, he regretted he was unable to send a personal reply. Which was exactly why he needed to hire her. He didn’t realize how many more sales he could generate if he had a strategic social media plan and a way to capture names of his superfans and bring them into an established, exciting community.

Seeing him at the Den was the opportunity she’d been working toward. She might not be the world’s most fabulous submissive yet, but she had made significant improvements since she’d seen him last.

And she still had some time left with Master Alexander to perfect her skills.

“Would you like to go?” he asked.

Her heart quickened. “Are you offering to take me, Sir?”

“If you’d like a companion. Otherwise, you can go alone. I’m sure Master Damien will add you to the party list. It’s a chance for you to show what you’ve learned. It’s your call. But if you’d like, I’d be honored to accompany you. What do you say?”

Chapter Nine

Alex folded his arms and looked down at the naked Chelsea. For the sixth day in a row, she was at his home.

As always, she’d let herself in, followed his instructions, and waited, kneeling next to the fireplace.

Every time she visited, her behavior was more and more perfect. She’d told him she’d joined some online communities where she was getting feedback from other submissives, and her dedication showed.

Once in a while, she still set her chin in a stubborn line, but those occasions were becoming rarer. Though he occasionally fastened her into a posture collar, there was no longer as much need. She’d become comfortable in it, and her own body.

As much as her efforts to become a better sub pleased him, they also annoyed the hell out of him.

Everything she did was for Evan C’s benefit. In the community, he was recognized as an asshole of magnificent proportions, his confidence only eclipsed by his arrogance.

The man didn’t deserve someone as wonderful as Chelsea. Unfortunately, she was blinded by both ambition and infatuation.

Each passing moment meant he was closer to losing her forever.

That shouldn’t matter. But it fucking did.

This evening, she was naked, except for a pair of stockings and heels she referred to as ‘stupid high.’ In his opinion, that meant they were almost tall enough.

Finally, he moved to stand in front of her and spoke. “Present your breasts, sub.”

“Yes, Sir.” With no hesitation, still looking at the floor, she lifted her breasts and drew them together.

If he had a sub, he’d want her to be just like Chelsea. Honest, determined. Caring. “Ask me to clamp your nipples.” This was the first time he’d asked that of her, and he wondered how she would respond.