Page 87 of On His Terms
“Precisely. Where I land the spank, the force behind my wrist, where I stand, all of it factors into your corresponding pain.” He shook out the leather.
She looked at it with an expression of curiosity rather than fear.
“If I wanted to flog you for half the night until you went into subspace, I’d choose this one.” And maybe he should. He’d had no idea she would respond so favorably to pain. “After I’ve warmed up your skin, I’ll switch to a different one.” He exchanged the floggers and returned to her. “This is one of several I use for punishment, or for a very experienced sub who enjoys impact play. I want to be clear that you’re neither being punished, nor do I consider you anything other than a novice.” He flicked his wrist, and the sound was that of a distant waterfall. He’d forgotten how much he liked holding this type of whip. “I am introducing you to its feel. If you’ll notice, the strands are thinner, so it results in a powerful sting. Are you willing to try it?”
She hadn’t looked away from the leather strands.
Chelsea licked her upper lip before responding. “I think so, Sir.”
“You can always use your safe word.”
“In that case, can we get on with it, Sir?”
“You do like to tempt fate.”
“The longer I think about it, the more my dread will pile up.”
“In that case, perhaps I’ll tease you a little longer.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. “I should have known.”
He circled her, trying to increase her tension.
“Uhm, Sir… Can I ask about something?”
As a way to cope with his intentional stress? “Yes, sub?”
“Did you get my proposal yesterday?”
Stunned, he stopped walking. You want to talk about business?
Before he could answer, she went on. “I was thinking the Den would be an excellent place to take some photos. You know, maybe we could go early and catch the sunset as a backdrop. The firepit is also a good option. And maybe a hat like you wore that first night. We can try some each way, different looks, capture something that would be good for your image. The idea is to make you look more relatable, rather than the boring, same old, same old corporate headshots.”
Impressive spiel. “Did you rehearse that?”
Rather than responding, she breathlessly continued. “You could wear business casual like you are now, and then maybe, change into some leather pants. I mean, they’d be super sexy on you.”
The hell? She’d presented her ideas and then ended on a compliment to hopefully disarm him. All while being naked, secured to the cross. He’d thought she’d stop at nothing to win at business. Turned out, he’d underestimated her.
“I will choose my attire, girl. And yours.”
“That’s awesome. Because I never know what to wear.”
“As I’ve mentioned, and I’m final, Monahan Capital has its own PR firm. And I’m not running for political office. I don’t need to look anything other than professional.” In fact, he did that on purpose to rebuild trust and credibility.
“Seeing you as a whole person can only enhance your image.”
Jesus. Did she ever stop? “Would you like to wear a dental dam?”
“Shutting up, Sir.”
“Good choice. In that case, we’ll get on with it.” Bringing himself back to the present, he crossed the room and placed the flogger with the first.
Then, as he took each step back to her, he was enchanted by whatever spell she held over him. He shook his head, reminding himself to concentrate on the fact he was her trainer. For the last night ever.
When he reached her, he trailed his touch over her body. “Release some of the tension out of your muscles.” He pressed his body against hers to uncurl her fists. The proximity hardened his cock, rocketing arousal through him.
Her breath caught. She felt his erection as surely as he did.