On His Terms (24 page)

Surprising him, she unflinchingly met his gaze. “You’re right about the fact I get bored easily,” she admitted. She put her hand around his wrist. “And you’re wrong if you think I’m afraid of anything.”

“Fair enough. In that case, take off your panties.” He released his grip on her chin and she let go of him. He stayed in place, physically and figuratively refusing to give her space.

He offered his arm and she held onto it while precariously balancing on her heels.

Finally, she straightened and looked at him as she dangled the pretty pink material from her index finger. Too late he realised he’d made a mistake by not asking to see them on her first. They material would probably stretch across her derrière, highlighting her butt cheeks perfectly.

He accepted the proffered underwear and stuffed the lace and nylon confection in his pocket. Who would have suspected that she wore something so pretty beneath black leather? “What are your limits?”

“I haven’t found any,” she said.

“Then you’ve been playing with the wrong Doms.”

She shrugged. “That’s possible. But maybe I’m tougher than you think.”

“Perhaps,” he agreed, but with some scepticism. His ex-wife had let him believe she wanted things raw, but the moment the ring had been placed on her finger, the figurative collar had come off her throat. “Humiliation?”

“I don’t have a lot of experience with that.”

“No one has made you stand in a corner with your nose pressed to the wall when you misbehaved?”

Her lips parted for a moment, just long enough for him to wonder how she tasted. He loved anticipation, enjoyed getting a woman so turned on she lost her inhibitions, but now, with Sydney, unaccustomed impatience nipped at him.

“I don’t misbehave,” she said with an impish grin.

He raised his brows. “Never? Or have you never played with a Dom long enough to establish a relationship?”

She gave a soft sigh. “Would you like to psychoanalyse me, Michael? If so, can we sit down somewhere? But honestly, I’m not sure if I’ll ever see you again, so I’d prefer we spend an enjoyable evening together.”

“I don’t rush. I just want to know you a bit better before we play together. I want to give you what you need, not just what you want.”

“That’s an interesting distinction.”

“You might want wine, but need water,” he said. “I want you completely satisfied.”

“You’re right. I kind of move from Dom to Dom,” she said. “A man, any man, would complicate my lifestyle. Maybe you think that’s selfish, but it’s who I am. I was hoping that since you’re a divorced man who doesn’t want to go through another divorce, you’d be fine with a one-night stand.”

“Ouch,” he said. When she opened her lovely mouth to speak again, he held up a hand to silence her. To her credit, she shut up, even though she had to bite on her lower lip. “No, you don’t have to watch your words. In fact, I prefer your honesty.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “And I’m not against a relationship. I’m not, in theory, against marriage.” Passing the land to his heirs would be nice. He had one sister, who had two girls. Despite the fact he had a couple of horses, none of his relatives had shown any interest in the ranch.

“Are you looking for something permanent now?”

“No,” he said.

“Then if you’d like to play, I would, too.” Seductively, sexily, she placed her palm over his crotch.

Heat seared through the denim. Except for lovers he’d been with a long time, no woman had been so bold. He wanted to cave to his baser instincts and take her here, now. Instead, he captured her hand and moved it away.

She pulled back, breaking his grip, and he knew she felt rejected. What man in his right mind would have stopped her? “Don’t talk it personally,” he said. “Please. I will want you to do that in future, and right now I want to be buried balls-deep in your hot cunt as you cry out my name.”

Her eyes opened wide. She seemed more intrigued than shocked. “I want that, too,” she admitted.

“We need to clear up a few things.”

“Right. I have no STDs, I have no physical limitations. Oh, yes, and I have condoms in my purse. Large. And medium, just in case.”

He shook his head. The charming Ms Wallace was trying to goad him, and he appreciated her efforts. Rather than responding, he changed the subject, “Why do you scene?”

“Why?”

“You’ve thought about it, surely?”

“I guess I’m always wondering where my limits are, and I like to transcend them. I mountain climb. White water river raft. I did a triathlon, and I’m competing in a mud race in a couple of weeks, you know, running up a mountain then doing obstacle courses, under barbed wire, over a wooden wall. My team is doing it for charity.”

He was forced to look at her more objectively. His initial urge had been to care for her. Now he wondered if she could kick his ass. Maybe Gregorio had been right to issue warnings. “What’s your safe word?”

“Everest.”

Of course it was.

“You don’t need to know why.”

“Okay.” He figured he already knew, but he looked forward to her telling him tomorrow morning over coffee. “How about a code for slowing down?”

“I don’t believe in that.”

“In that case, we’ll use the word caution.”

She sighed. “If I have to have one, how about we use the word turtle?”

He thumbed his hat. “I think I’ve just been insulted.”

“Not at all. That would be rude. I’m just saying that saying that turtles are slow.”

Not only was she attractive, her intelligence was sharp. It had been a long time since a woman appealed to him on multiple levels. “How do you feel about public play?”

She hesitated for a second. “I’ve never tried it.”

“Are you willing to?”

“I suppose.”

“I prefer a yes or no answer,” he told her. “Unless you’d rather talk about it?”

“No. I mean yes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” she dutifully repeated.

“Good girl.”

He saw her grit her teeth, but she said nothing. He’d hit a nerve demanding she conform to the smallest of courtesies, and he’d remember that. “Do you like impact play?”

Before he could ask further questions, she said, “I find an open-handed spanking to be really pleasurable. I also like belts.” She glanced at his waist.

Oh, yeah. He’d happily lay the leather across her rear.

She was quiet for a moment, maybe as discombobulated as he was. And he realised she had an air of vulnerability that she tried to hide. Others probably missed it, but he was glad he hadn’t.

“I’m also fine with a shoe or a ruler,” she said, her words a hurried rush as if she were attempting to cover the uncomfortable silence. “Anything, really. Feel free to be creative. I’m okay with a flogger, open to trying a bull whip and cane. There isn’t a position I’m adverse to, over the knee, or a table, or a bed. Standing, kneeling over a spanking bench. Did I miss anything?”

“The Sir at the end of the sentence.”

“Sir.” She gave him another of her sunny smiles.

No wonder she ate other Doms for breakfast. She seemed so guileless, he’d bet it would be difficult for some men to hold her accountable. “Clamps?”

She nodded. “The harder the better. As you’re probably gathering, I find it easier to get off when there’s erotic pain involved.”

“Anal plugs?”

She fidgeted then said, “If you insisted, I’d try it.”

“No one has claimed your ass?” he asked, stunned.

“No.”

The idea of being the first to take her there made him even harder, his erection pressing against his jeans. He wanted to readjust his cock, but he reminded himself to focus on her. There were a few other things he needed to know before they got started. “Handcuffs?”

“Any kind of bondage,” she said.

“I’ve haven’t lassoed a woman.” He paused. “Yet.”

Her eyes widened. “Sounds interesting.”

Michael was suddenly glad he’d ignored Gregorio’s advice. The idea of dragging a helpless Sydney towards him thrilled him. If she were barefoot and naked, it would be all the better. “And actual sexual penetration?”

“Like I said, I have condoms. In assorted sizes.”

When he said nothing else, she gave a little flip of her hair and turned away, heading towards the house.

“Where are you going, Sydney?”

She stopped and looked over her shoulder. With a puzzled frown, she said, “Inside.” She moistened her lips quickly then added, “I thought that was what you wanted.”

“Did I say so?”

“No.” She returned to stand in front of him. “I apologise.”

“I’m going to spank you over there.” He nodded towards a short metal fence in the distance. It bordered the grassy area beyond the horseshoe pits, far enough that they’d have some privacy. Still, since it was lit by a number of solar lights and torches, anyone who wanted to watch could.

She glanced around, and he waited patiently.

At least a dozen people were outside, a small group gathered on one side of the fire pit. Some stood around high tables. Elsewhere, a woman sat on a porch swing while her male sub licked her boot.

Another evening at the Den. “I think you need reminding that I prefer to be addressed as Master Michael and Sir. When we play together, Sydney, I make the rules. I will be sure you understand them and agree with them, but once that happens, they will be enforced. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Do you agree to address me the way I prefer?”

She nodded.

“Please pull your dress up to your waist.”

She couldn’t have taken more time. He didn’t complain, though. Watching her was its own reward. She was softness and sensuality all wrapped within a woman who was temporarily his.

“Ah,” he said when she was exposed. “Such a pretty little pussy. I like that it’s shaved.” He looked at her expectantly.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Interesting, since he’d drawn harsher boundaries, she’d seemed softer, more compliant. Everything she said and did seemed to be a contraction. “Please put your hands behind your neck and bring your chest forward.”

She did. “Would you like me to take the dress off entirely, Sir?”

“I’d like you to do as you’re told, Sydney. Nothing more. Are you able to comfortably spread your legs a little farther apart? You can take off your shoes if you need to.”

When she was in position, more open, he slid a hand between her legs. Her response delighted him. “You’re moist, Sydney.”

He kept his hand still, but she moved her hips a bit, sliding herself against him. “I generally won’t mind if you come without permission. In fact, the more you orgasm, the more I get into the scene,” he said. “But not tonight. Tonight I want you more aroused than you’ve ever been.” He waited until she let out a tiny moan then he pulled his hand away. Before she could react, he slapped her cunt, hard.

She screamed and pitched forward slightly. He caught her and held her against him longer than necessary, liking the way they fit together.

For a moment, she stayed there before drawing in a deep breath and moving away. “
That
was unexpected. And unbelievably hot, Sir.”

“Turtle?”

“No. More like that, please.”

“Stay where you are. I’ll be right back.”

He went inside. Brandy, a sub who regularly helped with house functions and parties, fetched him a blanket and a two separate cuffs.

“My pleasure, Sir,” she said when he thanked her.

When he went back outside, Sydney was still in the same place. She was shifting from side to side a bit nervously, but she’d yet to bail out of the scene. “Are you doing okay?”

“Feeling a little exposed,” she admitted. “Sir.”

“Seeing you when I came back outside pleased me.”

She visibly exhaled.

“Would you like to continue on?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m not scared,” she said, but her voice didn’t sound as sure it had earlier.

He nodded. “In that case, when you’re ready, walk over to the fence.” Then he scowled. “Are you okay in those shoes?”

“Completely.”

“Good. I’ll stay a step or two behind you so I can watch your ass move.”

The view was all he hoped for. There was grace and sultry elegance in her every step. But when she reached the edge of the paved patio, he took her elbow. He helped her over the uneven terrain then draped the blanket over the rail.

Without being told, she kicked off the shoes and positioned herself, even remembering to spread her legs wide. No doubt this was a woman who knew what she wanted. And, whether or not she recognised it, by having her beautifully curved ass upturned and waiting for his attention she was already giving him what he wanted.

“Use your safe word if it’s too much, your slow word if you’re uncomfortable or get a muscle cramp. We can get you readjusted.”

“Yes, I understand.”

 “Your choice, I can secure your legs in place or I can cuff your wrists.”

She answered unhesitatingly. “I’d prefer you fasten my ankles so I can’t get away, Sir.”

“I’ll expect you to keep your hands wrapped around the bars.”

“Yes, of course, Sir.”

He crouched to attach the cuffs, and he inhaled the heady scent of her muskiness. Keeping her turned on without letting her come was going to be exquisite. To test the bonds, he trailed his fingers up the insides of her thighs. She squirmed and pulled and yet she helplessly remained where he wanted her. Sometime in the future, he’d stick a plug up her ass, too, to intensity her sensations. “I’m going to warm you up with a few spanks,” he informed her. “Then I’ll make you beg for more.”

“You sound sure of yourself, Sir,” she said, her voice muffled.

“I am, Sydney.”

“You know, Sir, I have never begged for anything my entire life.”

“And you’ve never been spanked by me.”

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May 2013

About the Author

Born in northern England and raised in the Wild West, Sierra Cartwright pens books that are as untamed as the Rockies she calls home.

She’s an award-winning, multi-published writer who wrote her first book at age nine and hasn’t stopped since.