Page 95 of On His Terms
“A good sub communicates with her Master.”
That wasn’t what he was to her. He’d been clear about that from the night they’d met. He was a temporary Dom. Nothing more. So why did she feel so terrible?
“Talking, expressing your feelings…that’s the only way for the relationship to develop trust. Otherwise you have something meaningless where you could get hurt. That’s not what I want for you. Is that what you want?”
“No, it’s not, Sir.”
“Your disrespect can’t go unnoted,” he observed. “Get on all fours and fuck yourself with the plug.”
Desperately, she searched his features. A pulse ticked in his temple, and his eyes held no mercy.
“Do it, girl.”
“Can we negotiate this?”
“Absolutely not. Safe word. Or if you want to stay and finish the scene, fuck your ass.”
The world shifted beneath her. This might be his most dreadful request yet.
“Talk to me, girl.” His use of the word was obviously intentional to reinforce their roles.
“I will do what you said, but I’m embarrassed as hell. I don’t want to do it. I’d rather you did it or spank me.”
“That’s why I’ve chosen this. I’ve learned a thing or two about you. I like flogging and belting you, but you get off on it. Keeping physical chastisement in the erotic realm is what works best with you.”
She’d never felt so exposed. He didn’t just see her physically—he understood her deepest emotions.
“But when you’re a brat, the most effective thing is something you hate. It’s the only way to reinforce a lesson. Is that clear?”
Closing her eyes, she admitted the truth. “Yes.”
“Then pull the plug out and reinsert it twenty times. If it needs more lube at any point, just let me know.”
He continued to stand over her as she clambered into position. Keeping her gaze down so she didn’t have to see him, she reached back and grasped the slippery glass hilt. In order to extract it, she had to curl her entire hand around the base and bear down.
As she repeatedly inserted the thing, she silently counted, wishing she were anyplace but here.
“Faster,” he instructed.
It took all her willpower not to fire back, to say something else that would get her in trouble. She’d thought she was becoming a better sub. This showed her how much further she had to go.
When she was about a dozen strokes in, he said, “Stop and give me the plug.”
Once she had, he squirted more of the thick lubricant onto the glass before returning it to her.
“Continue.”
Each stroke became easier, but it was every bit as uncomfortable. When she finished, she forced out a relieved breath and looked up at him.
“Another five,” he said.
“Another—” She clamped her mouth shut.
He raised his eyebrows and silently regarded her.
“Yes, Sir.” Curse you. He absolutely understood how to reinforce a message.
Vowing to finish as quickly as possible, she repeated her motions, although a little slower. Her body was becoming fatigued from the awkward position, and her rear burned.