Page 85 of On His Terms
“Very nice,” he said as he followed her down the hallway.
“Thank you, Sir.”
She didn’t ask him to remove the clamps, and with the way her body swayed, she had to be a little uncomfortable.
In the play room, she paused.
“Keep going. I want you on the cross, facing away from me.”
When she reached the sturdy base, she stood and spread her arms and legs wide, into the shape of an X.
Focusing on her as a trainee and not the woman he wanted, Alex secured her limbs then captured her chin. “How are the clamps?”
“Bearable, Sir. They’re better than the clovers.”
“Would you like me to remove them?”
Her answer was quick and honest. “If it pleases you, Sir.”
Those words… Could she be any more perfect? “If I were giving you an erotic flogging, I might request you leave them on as they would heighten your arousal in the event I let you come. For now, I’m all right with you concentrating on the flogging. So I will leave the choice to you.”
“In that case, Sir, I’d appreciate it if you got rid of the little beasts.”
“Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea.” He grinned.
“Sir is awesome. Amazingly generous.” Radiantly, she smiled at him.
He doubted she meant to be manipulative, but he liked the sight of her smile so much he’d allow her to get away with almost anything.
Refocusing, he captured her right breast in his palm and squeezed the flesh before releasing the clamp.
She sucked in a shallow breath. This time, he didn’t soothe the hurt.
Her body trembled, and when he released her, she sighed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Ready for the next one?”
“Please.”
He squeezed her other breast and plucked the clamp from the tip. Then he gave in to temptation, licking and teasing the nipple until her breathing returned to normal.
“Sir, I know you don’t want me getting aroused, but…uhm, I am.”
Studying her, wide-eyed, pouty lips slightly parted, he slid two fingers between her legs. “You are damp.”
“I…” She moved her hips toward him, as much as her rigid restraints would allow.
He continued to rub her, back and forth, across her clit.
“Sir, may I come?” She strained against her bonds.
“Having your nipples clamped made you this wet?”
“Oh, Sir. Yes. No.”
He slid a finger inside her, pulled out again.
“Yes, it was from the clamps. But it was also because of last night’s spanking with your belt. And the way you smacked my pussy. I hardly slept last night because I wanted to have sex with you. I woke up thinking about you.”