Page 97 of On His Terms

The sound of his pleasure made her heart skip. “More, Sir.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes. I want all of it, Sir.”

Holding her tighter, he jerked his hips, burying himself up to his balls in her ass.

She released her hands when his thrusting forced her deeper into the mattress. She sobbed, and the sound was muffled by the bedcovers.

“Chelsea?”

“Oh my God! This is so good.” Her reaction surprised her. She’d never been more complete. His rigidity in her most private part filled her, awed her. Sensually, she was drowning. “I want to come, Sir.”

“Do. Anytime. As many times as you want.”

He lifted her upper body slightly off the mattress. That changed his angle slightly, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. As if electricity singed her skin, she was aflame Chelsea lifted onto her toes and arched her back. “Sir!”

She trembled as an orgasm overtook her. “Zow. That was amazing, Sir,” she managed, her chest heaving.

“Damn, girl. That was so powerful I may never let you go.”

“Don’t.” Nothing but this moment existed for her.

He continued to fuck her hard, and a second orgasm teased her as he surged, his cock thickening in that way it did right before he ejaculated.

Obviously still considering her, he moved one hand to unerringly find her clit. He stroked and teased, tipping her over the edge one more time.

He collapsed on top of her. If this was what submission was about, she wanted more. This kind of union had not existed with anyone else.

She was barely aware of the world around her as he withdrew his spent cock and went into the bathroom. She somehow managed to crawl up onto the bed and turn onto her side.

Moments later he pressed something warm and damp against her rear.

“Shh,” he told her.

She didn’t protest as he cleaned her with a washcloth. The water soothed her burning skin. A few moments later, the bed sagged beneath his weight. He eased her against him and held her tight. She stiffened.

“I’m not open to negotiation, Chelsea. Freaking relax.”

He smoothed her hair as he tucked her under his chin. Despite the fact her overnight bag was still in her car, she’d refused to spend a night with him. That spoke to an intimacy she didn’t want with him. But now, here she was, in his house, his bed, his arms. And she wanted to stay. She gave herself permission to stay where she was for five minutes. That couldn’t hurt anything. Right?

When she woke, it was the middle of the night.

She started to get out of the bed only to have him pull her tight. She knew he wasn’t awake, so his grip was instinctive and domineering, but she didn’t want to struggle and risk a confrontation.

Before she’d sorted through all of her thoughts, his warmth and strength offered her peace, just enough to pretend, for a moment, that things were going to be okay.

Even though deep down, she knew her entire world was about to change.

Chapter Twelve

The scent of coffee helped Chelsea swim through the layers of sleep, back to the first edges of consciousness.

Disoriented, she blinked. When her eyes focused, she saw Master Alexander sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her with a warm smile and holding two cups.

She’d stayed with him the entire night, though she hadn’t been anticipating that.

“Morning.”