On His Terms (17 page)

“Ready for the next one?”

“Please.”

He squeezed the other breast and plucked the clamp from the tip. He licked and teased the nipple until her breathing returned to normal.

“Sir, I know you don’t want me getting aroused, but…uhm, I am.”

After he released her, he slid two fingers between her legs. “You are damp, little pain slut.”

“I…” She trailed off and moved her hips towards him, as much as the rigid constraint of the wood would allow.

He continued to rub her, back and forth, across her clit.

“Sir, may I come?” She pulled 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.”

He told himself that only meant she wanted to get off. But his ego wanted her to crave satisfaction from him.

“I’ve been obsessed with imagining what today would be like,” she confessed.

She struggled, and he couldn’t tell whether it was to get away, to avoid orgasming without permission or whether she was trying to get him to use more pressure. He saw her digging her toes into the hardwood floor.

“Sir! I’m begging you. Please, please stop. If you keep doing that, I’m going to be helpless. And I don’t want to displease you.”

“Come, Chelsea.” He grabbed one of her nipples and pinched brutally. “Now.”

“Oh, thank you, Sir.” She convulsed against the straps, her pussy constricting as she came.

He released his grip on her nipple, and she sobbed words of gratitude. He reached to smooth his thumb across the top of her eyebrows. “You are so responsive,” he told her.

“It’s you who turns me on and keeps me there, Sir. And I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed sucking your cock last night. You keep trying to get me to give up control, and when I don’t, you seize it. I find that so…masculine. You make me happy to be a woman, Sir, and I like it,” she said. She nipped at his hand and when she managed to get hold of the fleshy part at the base, she held on with her teeth.

He wasn’t sure he’d felt anything more sexy. In the only physical way she had available, she reached out to him.

Yeah. Evan C was one lucky sonofabitch.

Once she released him, he placed his palms on either side of her face. “Do you still want to continue with a flogging?”

“I do. Being on this structure is mind-blowing. I wasn’t sure how I’d like it, since I hated the posture collar. At first, I mean.”

He nodded.

“But I think I’m finally starting to understand what you meant from the start. I am freer to explore my own reactions when I’m restrained. I can fight, but I can’t get away. With the wrong person, it could be scary. With you it’s not.” Then she added, “Thank you.”

“There’s still more,” he said.

She gave him what had to be an intentional, sly smile. “I’m ready, Sir.”

He left her for a moment and returned with one of the floggers he’d selected in advance. “You’ll notice this one has fairly thick strands. It will make a thuddy kind of impact. As far as floggers go, it’s considered quite innocuous. Do keep in mind, how it’s wielded makes all the difference.”

“You showed me that when you used the cane on me, Sir.”

“Precisely. Where I hit, 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 beat you for half the night until you went into subspace, I’d choose this one for you.” And maybe he should. He’d had no idea she would respond so favourably 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. He smelt leather and heard a sound like 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 leather strands are thinner so it results in a powerful sting. Would you like to use your safe word?”

Chelsea licked her upper lip before responding, “No, Sir.”

He noticed she hadn’t taken her gaze off the whip.

“Any questions?”

“Can we get on with it, Sir?”

“You do like to tempt fate.”

She grinned. “In for a penny,” she said. “Then I’ll tell you I think you look hot, Sir.”

His cock hardened. This morning he had dressed for his time with Chelsea. Instead of his customary business attire, he’d worn a short-sleeved T-shirt, black jeans, and motorcycle boots.

“Leather pants would be better,” she continued. “Do you have any? Could you wear them tomorrow?”

“I will choose my attire, girl. And yours.”

“Of course, Sir. Did you get my e-mail yesterday? I thought we could use the grounds of the Den as a setting for a photo shoot. Pictures of you in those pants and maybe a hat like you wore that first night… That would be good for your image. With the mountains as a backdrop you’ll look more well-rounded.”

He resisted a smile. This woman definitely liked to be in control, even when she was helpless, affixed to bondage equipment. “Monahan Capital has its own PR firm,” he reminded her, reminded them both. “And I’m not running for political office.”

“I sent you a proposal yesterday—”

“Would you like to wear a dental dam?” he interrupted.

“Shutting up, Sir.”

“Good choice. In that case, we’ll get on with it.” He crossed the room and placed the flogger with the first. He went to her for a moment and trailed his touch over her body. “If you can, let some of the tension out of your muscles.” He pressed his body against hers and uncurled her fists. “That’s better,” he said. “Splaying your fingers will keep your muscles more supple.”

Being this close to her wasn’t a good idea. When he drew in the scent of her shampoo and layered floral soap, he had a very masculine reaction. He wanted to be buried in her cunt, or her ass, and claim her as his.
Fuck.
Where the hell had that thought come from?

“Oh, Sir,” she said on a moan. “Do me?”

He moved away and grabbed the flogger. “A Dom’s cock has to be earned, Chelsea.” He hoped she didn’t hear the gruffness in his tone.

“Then I’ll do whatever I need to in order to deserve having your cock in me, Sir.”

If the angle weren’t nearly impossible, he’d drop his jeans and ride her now.

He took a few moments to mentally centre himself. He refused to administer any kind of beating, no matter how benign, unless he was focused on his sub. It took a lot of willpower to concentrate on the task at hand, rather than on her invitation. As he’d told her before, Doms were human, and right now, primal need surged through him.

At least a minute passed before he was comfortable taking a few practice swipes with the flogger.

She flinched even though he wasn’t near her.

Finally satisfied, he went to her. Her body looked so beautiful, so perfect, so ready to be reddened.

He ran the handle down her spine then between her buttocks. She stayed still like a well-behaved sub. “You’re ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to use this all over your back and buttocks, even your shoulders. I’ll warn you before I increase the intensity.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He used light pressure as he allowed the leather tongues to caress her naked body. She moaned with each lick, and he smelt the sharp musk of her arousal. He’d advise any Dom who claimed her to tie her up and beat her often. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He changed his angle and took a step back so he could get a fuller swing.

“Oh! Wow, Sir,” she said. She pulled as far away from the cross as possible in silent offering.

Greedily, he accepted, flogging her bared body. Her skin turned a beautiful pink. Perspiration covered her. Her submission made her even more beautiful. “Are you doing okay, Chelsea?”

When she didn’t answer, he repeated the question. She wasn’t heading for subspace already, was she? He flicked his wrist with more pressure, and this time he elicited a moan from her.

“Please,” she said.

“Please?”

“More. Harder. Sir.”

He switched to the other flogger, and her first few moans sounded blissful. Then she fell silent. Her body went slack against the bonds. Beneath the steady rain of blows, the colour of her skin darkened from pink to light red. She made little sounds that urged him on. Realising she was mumbling, that she was flying in subspace, he tossed the flogger aside and knelt to release her ankles.

“You’ve pleased me immensely,” he told her as stroked her skin. “I’m going to take care of you.”

“Want more,” she said.

“Another time. I promise.” He unfastened her wrists then scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bed. She snuggled against his chest, and that alone told him she wasn’t in her usual frame of mind.

Somehow he managed to pull back the duvet and place her on the mattress. He covered her and she burrowed into the pillow. “Please, Sir? Hold me?” She shivered a little.

He fought with the boots, bending over, using his hands and simultaneously trying to toe them off. All along, he had intended for her to remove them as part of her service. Seeing her charming derrière as she faced away from him and struggled had fuelled more than one fantasy.

He kicked the boots under the bed then crawled in next to her.

“Please fuck me,” she said when he pulled her against him.

“Chelsea…”

She turned to face him and placed a palm against his cheek. “I want you inside me.”

“You’re not thinking straight. Give it a few minutes.”

“I know my own mind, Sir.”

He snagged her wrist. She had no idea how Goddamn difficult this was for him. “Chelsea, I’m warning you…”

She pulled her hand away and trailed it down his chest, then lower to squeeze his cock. Despite the fact he was still wearing jeans, he hardened beneath her determined touch. She tightened her grip and moved her hand up and down with a firm stroke. The vixen used her free hand to unbuckle his belt. By the time he stopped her, she’d loosened the waist and started to pull down the zipper.

“I know what I’m doing,” she said. “And I want your cock.”

There was only so much he could withstand. He rolled her beneath him. He pinned her arms with one hand, then somehow managed to grab a condom from the nightstand. He pressed the packet into her palm and said, “Open it.”

While she did, he shucked his clothes. “Let me put it on for you?” she asked.

“I should make you use your mouth.”

“If that’s what Sir wishes.”

His dick pulsed in response. He stood at the side of the bed, cock jutting out. Her touch wasn’t skilled, and that made it all the more arousing. “Roll the condom,” he said. “Don’t pull it.”

“Oh.” Her face flushed, and that delighted him.

“Spread your legs, girl.” This time he didn’t hold her down, he just sank in, deep, with a single thrust. “You are ready.”

“You make me insatiable, Sir.”

“Pain slut.”

She smiled.

He pinched her nipple. She came in a warm gush, wetting them both. He put one hand in her short locks. Because it would blur the lines, he had a rule not to kiss the women he trained. But the sight of her, her perfection, blasted away his determination. He held her and gently took her lips.

Her eyes widened, then she closed her lids.

Needing to give more, receive more, he deepened the kiss.

She responded to that like she did everything else. With passionate abandon. She met him thrust for thrust, and she shocked him by capturing the tip of his tongue between her teeth for a moment before letting go and becoming the aggressor. This was a side of her he’d never experienced, and it aroused him.

“Incredible,” she murmured after he ended the kiss. She licked her upper lip. “Can I be on top, Sir?”

“Excuse me?”

“It must be the jeans, you gave me all these cowboy ideas, and I want to ride you.”

He grinned and considered her idea. There was no danger in her forgetting their respective roles, so he put his hand beneath her buttocks and reversed their positions. “Straddle me then, sub. But remember, you need permission before you climax.”

“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 penis 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 loved the sight of her breasts jostling. She was a lovely sight and he visually feasted on her as he filled her tight cunt.

“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 feathered her fingers into his hair. “I like the way you do me, Sir. Thank you.”

“We’ll make a halfway decent sub out of you yet.” He slapped her thigh. “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, and despite the fact his now-flaccid member was sliding out of her. “There are ways to punish you if you’re not ready on time,” he warned. “Ways you won’t enjoy.”

He pushed himself up, and she scampered towards the en suite.

The red marks were already fading from her skin. It didn’t appear he’d left any marks that would be visible at tomorrow night’s party. That realisation didn’t please him.