Page 81 of On His Terms

“I’ll have you over that hood with your skirt around your waist and your panties pulled down so fast you won’t remember your name.”

Sinking deeper into her seat, she regarded him. “I actually think you might.”

“I most certainly would.” To reinforce his point, he raised an eyebrow. “Drive safe.” With that, he sealed her inside the vehicle.

She accelerated away. Even though she looked in the rearview mirror a couple of times, she didn’t wave. Then she turned the corner and vanished.

Alex realized why he didn’t play with subs more often. He had discerning tastes. He wanted someone like Chelsea.

Like Chelsea?

Fuck that.

He wanted her.

Less than half an hour later, while he was sitting behind the desk in his study, a half-finished whiskey nearby, she called him.

“I’m home, Sir. Thank you for an instructive evening.”

She truly was learning the art of submission. Words that had once been forced now flowed naturally. “How do your nipples feel?”

“Sore. Distracting me because they cause constant arousal.”

“Picturing you in them does the same to me.”

“Does it?”

“The next time you’re here, be wearing them and see for yourself.”

“I’ll do that, Sir.”

“Put your phone on speaker while you remove your shirt.” Rustling in the background indicated she was following his directions.

“Whew. Every little motion hurts, Sir.”

“Good. Good. You’ll remember this experience.”

“Honestly, Sir? There’s not a single moment with you that I’ll ever forget.”

He clenched his hand. “Remove the right clamp.”

“I’m doing that now, Sir.” Then she gasped. “Damn it! This is as bad as earlier.”

This time, he wasn’t there to take away the ache. “Now the other one.”

“Damn. I wish there was a way to get this off without it hurting.”

“That would defeat my purpose.”

“You want me to suffer,” she said.

“Oh, yes, my sweet pet.” For me. “Quit stalling.”

She whimpered.

Silence crackled, followed by her loud hiss.

Incessantly, his cock pressed against his pants, demanding a second release.