Page 80 of On His Terms

When she was in position, he released her right nipple.

“Fuck.” Her knees buckled. “Holy… Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Instantly he sucked the tip, laving it with tongue, taking away the hurt.

“I’ve never…” She blinked rapidly. “That was something.”

“Ready for the next one?” Without waiting for an answer, he removed the left one and once again laved away the hurt while she grabbed hold of him for support. Even though she’d sucked him off less than half an hour ago, his cock responded to the sound of her distress.

“Is the world spinning backward? It is, isn’t it?”

“Hated it?”

“No.” After a moment, she added, “That pain was shocking, but short-lived.”

He reached onto the mantel for a pair of his lightest clamps—tweezers, with tiny jewels on the end. “Because you’re tender, you may feel these more than you ordinarily would.” At least that was his hope.

After adjusting them both to the correct pressure, he studied them. Very different from the others, more decorative than anything.

“Is this what submission with you is like?”

“How’s that?”

“Always something new. A full-time thing? We talked about that the first night, how each relationship is different. Or is this just part of your training process?”

“I’m a Dominant,” he said simply. “It’s not part of who I am, it is who I am. I don’t turn it off and on.”

“I see.”

“That’s something for you to consider if you stay in the community.” He added the if because he preferred not to think of her on her knees, mascara wrecked, sucking any man’s dick but his.

Disturbed by his thoughts, he pulled up his pants, zipping and buttoning them as she made her way to the doorway to wiggle into her panties and skirt.

Then he walked to the entrance and folded his arms as she shrugged into her blouse.

Her movements were slight in deference to the clamps, and she left off her bra entirely.

“Call me when you get home for permission to remove the clamps.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She gathered her belongings, removed her keys from inside her purse, then stuffed her bra in the bottom.

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

Outside, he followed her, loving the way the shoes made her hips gently move from side to side… He’d be a fool not to have her wear them regularly.

He held the door while she slipped inside the compartment. Being sure no one could see them, he reached inside her shirt to give the chain one last tug.

Around a gasp, she asked, “Do you show any mercy?”

“Would you like to sleep in them?” The threat was empty. He’d never demand that.

“Thank you for your generosity in letting me remove them when I get home, Sir.”

“I’m happy to give you a bare-assed spanking right here in front of the neighbors. Mr. Jones across the street will enjoy the view.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t!”