Page 90 of On His Terms
“It must be the jeans. You gave me all these cowboy ideas, and I want to ride you.”
He grinned and considered her question. There was no danger of her forgetting their respective roles, so he put his hand beneath her buttocks and reversed their positions. “Straddle me then, girl. And remember, you need permission before you climax. I might excuse you one time. Might. But never twice.”
“After that kiss, Sir, that may not be possible.”
He pinched her.
“I mean, yes, of course, Sir.”
“That’s what I thought you meant.”
She rose onto her knees. She grasped his demanding cock, then she sank down on him. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from coming too soon.
He held her to help guide her motions.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “That’s… I love the angle, Sir.”
He so enjoyed the sight of her breasts jostling. She was a beautiful sight, and he visually feasted on her as he filled her tight warmth.
“I think I’m going to come. Sir, may I?”
He let go of her and captured her nipples. “Do it,” he said, squeezing hard.
“Master Alexander!” She came, her internal muscles clamping down on him, hard.
Within a moment, he ejaculated. He pulled her tight against his chest as his balls drained. He held her for at least a minute as their breathing returned to normal.
She propped one elbow on the mattress near his head and she cradled his face between her palms in a tender move. “I like the way you fuck me, Sir. Thank you.”
“We’ll make a halfway decent sub out of you yet.” Another damn lie. She was perfect right now. “You have ten minutes before we leave for dinner. Be ready, waiting near the door, dressed and kneeling.”
She stayed where she was, as if she had all the time in the world.
“There are ways to punish you if you’re not ready on time,” he warned. “Ways you won’t enjoy.”
He clamped his hands on her waist, lifted her, then eased her to one side. “Go.”
With a grin, she scampered toward the bathroom.
The red marks were already fading from her skin. It didn’t appear he’d left any that would be visible at tomorrow night’s party. That realization didn’t please him.
He decided to shower in the guest bathroom, and when he headed downstairs to grab his keys, he found her exactly where she was supposed to be, kneeling up. “Well done.”
“I am such a very good sub, Sir. Just pointing it out in case you forgot.”
Humble, too. Even though she was right, he kept that to himself. “Stand up, lift your skirt, turn your back to me, then grab your ankles and ask me to slap you for being so saucy.”
She stood with the grace he demanded, despite the heels. And she flipped up the skirt, exposing her naked rear. No underwear. God save him. She performed an exquisite pivot then spread her legs so far apart that she revealed her pussy to him. She took her time and exaggerated her motions as she reached for her ankles.
“Stay there,” he said.
He went into the guest powder room and grabbed a condom. Minx wants to play with fire…? He rejoined her and teased her pussy with his fingers. “Freshly shaven?”
“Yes, Sir. I took the liberty of using yours while I showered.”
So damn hot.
Without any warning, he slapped her between the legs, hard. “I believe I instructed you to ask me to spank you.”