On His Terms (5 page)

“Do you recall my earlier conversation about gratitude? I’ve yet to hear your manners, girl.”

She went still, as if oxygen had been sucked from the room.

The pounding from Evan’s music suddenly ceased, leaving everything silent.

“I…
Christ.
I mean, thank you. Thank you, Sir.”

“Being inspected like that is a privilege, girl.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Sir.”

“I’ll give you a demonstration. And unless you want another after that, I suggest you remember your manners.” He cupped her breasts harshly and squeezed mercilessly.

“Oh, God! I understand. I’m sorry, Sir!” she gasped. “Thank you! Thank you!”

“Much better. Now your nipples.” He pinched quickly and hard, then released her.

“Argh,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”

He repeated the process, using extraordinary pressure.

“Sir! Sir! Thank you.”

He slapped her pussy sharply. “I should use a cane on this to reinforce the lesson.”

“Thank you for your kindness.”

He fingered her cunt without bringing her any pleasure. When she didn’t thank him quickly enough, he slapped her again and a third time. “Open your mouth.” He donned a new pair of gloves while she nervously watched and waited. This time he forced her mouth apart until he knew her jaw ached. He met and held her gaze. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, filled with remorse. The little sounds she made were of gratitude, and she drew shallow breaths through her nose.

“Now show me that ass.” Because he’d already stretched her anus, and because her rear passage had already been lubed, he squirted only a small amount of gel onto his fingertips before entering her with no prior verbal warning. He stretched her wide, and quickly added a third finger. He fucked her several times as she whimpered her gratitude. “Now, girl, kneel back and think about the differences in those experiences and how thankful you are that I was so lenient with you the first time.”

Chapter Three

Emotion, regret, resolve and the residual pain from his use overwhelmed her. Chelsea had begged him to train her, but she had to admit that he was right. She’d really had no idea what she’d been asking for. It was a long way from kink that made her giggle to…this.

She struggled into the position he’d said, fighting for breath as she placed her upturned hands on her thighs. He draped a blanket around her shoulders.

Chelsea knew then she’d never been with a true Dom before. She had watched Sara and Lyle together, and at the parties she’d attended she’d observed a couple of scenes. Even here, she’d seen interactions between servers and others, subs and Doms. And still, she hadn’t understood. Even though she’d watched it with her own eyes, Chelsea hadn’t realised how perfectly Brandy responded to Master Alexander. It was obvious she was focused on only him while she’d knelt, while she’d been exposed, while he’d brutalised her nipples.

When they’d talked, Gregorio had tried to explain it to Chelsea. But the last ten minutes had changed everything for her. She finally understood. Being a sub wasn’t just about getting an occasional mind-blowing experience. It was about transcending or transforming your perceptions. Maybe the whips and chains were part of it, but they weren’t all of it.

She took in a few breaths and blinked back the tears.

“Please look at me,” Master Alexander said in a soft and reassuring voice. He didn’t sound like the same person she’d just been with.

She glanced up. He stood there, holding an uncapped bottle of water.

Somewhere along the line, he’d removed the cowboy hat. Now that she saw his whole face, he looked even more implacable. His short, dark hair was swept back from his deeply lined forehead. His rich brown eyes were penetrating, as if they saw into her, past the outer façade that almost everyone, including her family, knew, and into the inner depths she revealed to no one.

“Drink some of this.” He extended the bottle.

Her hand shook as she accepted. Several drops of water splashed over the side. After managing a few sips, she offered it back and swiped her hand across her mouth before resuming the correct position.

“Parsley?” he asked.

“No chance, Sir. I hate the stuff.”

“There’s no shame in stopping this,” he said. “Many people find they want something lighter, that they’re not cut out for anything other than an occasional scene. That’s a perfectly viable option.”

“Even if people rarely indulge, aren’t there still expectations?”

“There are. But not all Doms are as firm as I am about inspections and impeccable service. As long as you’re somewhat well behaved, you’ll satisfy most people you play with.”

“But right now I will not satisfy the most discerning Doms, Sir.”
Like Master Evan C
.

“True. But not everyone expects perfection. Many people who play are satisfied with the illusion. They want to beat someone and get their cock sucked or pussy licked.”

While they’d been talking, her heart rate had returned to normal. Sweat had dried on her body. And she’d mostly managed to corral her thoughts.

“So you want to continue on?”

“I may be a slow learner, Sir, but I am learning. You won’t have to repeat that lesson. Yes, please, I’d like to continue on. Thank you for the water, and for the two inspection examples.”

“If you had more experience, girl, I wouldn’t have gone so easy on you.”

“Easy, Sir?”

“It could have involved a cane, perhaps an oversized plug or dildo in your anus, clamps on your cunt to hold the labia apart, having your mouth opened with a dental gag and maybe being washed out with soap. You could have been manhandled considerably worse.”

No doubt what he said was true. She shivered, despite the blanket. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for going easy on me, Sir.”

“You still have the chance to back out.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She was resolved. She’d shown up here tonight hoping for exactly this. In her life she’d often found that things that seemed easy at first turned out to be more difficult than she could have imagined. But she’d also discovered the things she worked hardest for were the most rewarding in the end.

“In that case, lie down on that table for a supine inspection.” He removed the blanket from her and said, “Hands at your sides. Feet flat on the surface about shoulder-width apart. Knees upraised. Some Doms may do this on the floor, or a bed, or a table top. A kitchen table is perfect if he or she has company.”

She blinked. For some reason, when she thought of this, she assumed the Dom would be male.

“It can be enjoyable to either watch someone else use the sub or to have others see him do the inspection. A bit of voyeurism. For now, we’ll keep it between us.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

This time she knew what to expect, so that had to make things easier.

As she’d seen Brandy do, Chelsea took a few deep breaths to centre herself. It surprised her that she was able to relax while knowing he was watching.

Master Alexander squeezed and kneaded her breasts and she moaned. Instead of releasing her, he changed his grip so that he could flatten her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. It felt as if he’d trapped her in a vice. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. Knowing what to expect hadn’t made it easier. Even though he was doing essentially the same things, he was doing them differently. He was studying her reactions, keeping her gaze ensnared. And, heaven help her, his touch was a bit more sensual and she was becoming aroused.

“Very nice nipples.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“How high can I tug them before you beg for mercy?”

“Is this part of an inspection, Sir?”

“Certainly, girl. Gauging your responses, capabilities and obedience is the biggest part of it.”

“Thank you for explaining that, Sir.”

“I’m going to pull up your nipples. Keep your legs apart and your feet flat. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Feel free to cry or whimper or moan. Screaming is okay, too. But when you absolutely can’t take any more, say slow. But take as much as you can.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His grip was excruciating. But then he began to pull, as well.

She curled her hands into fists. He tugged a bit more and kept looking at her. She could drown in the depths of his eyes. And suddenly this wasn’t all about her. She wanted to please him.

She was tempted to close her eyes from the ever-increasing pain, but looking at him gave her strength.

“Can you take more for me?”

She gritted her teeth. Since she’d met him, everything had been a battle of wills, and she had no intention of losing. “Of course, Sir.”

Her abdominal muscles constricted and drawing a breath was difficult.

“Good girl.”

This time he sounded approving, rather than patronising. She wondered if his tone had changed or if her attitude had.

He pulled harder and she dug her heels into the table cushion. The amount of pain she was enduring wasn’t possible. As the agony increased, she became more turned on.

“That exquisite line between pain and pleasure,” he told her. “You’re there. Endorphins and horniness. I can smell you.”

Yes. She was. She wanted…something.

He pulled a little harder and she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, “Slow.”

“Well done,” he said. “I’m going to release you a bit at a time so it hurts less.”

“Thank you,” she said, while desperately wishing he’d just let the hell go. Still, when he finally did, she cried out. The feeling of the blood rushing back into the abused tips, restoring them to their usual plumpness, was awful.

“Now I know where this limit is so I can, with your permission, push you further in future.”

She wasn’t sure anyone was going near her nipples again. Ever.

“Stay in position.”

She opened her eyes in terror when he returned. He had several items with him, including a towel and more of those damn blue gloves, but the metal contraption that he held up riveted her attention.

“This is a dental gag.”

It resembled a medieval torture device. It was quite wide with two metal pieces running parallel and a ratchet on either side, presumably to keep the teeth apart.

“As you can see, the bits are dipped in rubber, so it’s quite safe. A lot of Doms like them because they restrict speech and keep the mouth open for insertion of a cock or a type of bladder.”

“This is for educational purposes, right, Sir?”

“Instructional. Once it’s inserted, and you get a feel for it, I’ll remove it. When I inspected you earlier, I noticed how far you could comfortably open your jaw. Some subs find this kind of gag rather pleasant. They don’t have to remember their manners and they can surrender to the scene. In lieu of a safe word, we’ll use a safe signal. Simply raise your right hand and I’ll remove it.”

This man was pushing all of her boundaries. Never, even in her kinkiest thoughts or readings, had she imagined enduring anything like this.

“Open wide.”

For a moment, she simply stared. She wasn’t stalling, she was considering whether to stop him, this…madness.

“Chelsea, safe word or open your mouth.”

Her fingernails gouging into her palms, she opened her mouth.

He began to adjust the ratchets, spreading her mouth apart. Just when fear clawed at her and she was ready to raise her hand, he stopped.

“I pay very close attention to you, girl. I know what you can take. I want you to breathe and accept the gag for about two minutes. It will feel like an interminable amount of time. But I will not leave your side.”

He smoothed the hair back from her forehead. Even though the experience was freaky, she could trust him. And she knew right then that she would do as he asked.

“Fifteen seconds,” he announced.

She was sure it had been four times that.

“You really are beautiful in your submission, Chelsea. There’s something alluring about a woman who knows her power and isn’t afraid of it. And when she surrenders it, it’s magnificent. You doing okay?”

She nodded.

“Your shoulders are tense. Try to relax.”

Her whole body was rigid.

“Uncurl your hands.”

When she didn’t, he simply took her left hand and opened it, very, very gently.

“You’re still okay. Now try with the other.”

Reluctantly she did.

“I promise, some subs find this experience sublime. It’s easier to let go when you’re not required to speak. You’ve got a minute left. Give up the struggle. Match my breathing.”

He continued to hold her hand. She looked at him. The man was both her salvation and damnation.

“That’s it. Breathe with me.”

As she stopped fighting the experience, she realised it didn’t hurt her jaw. She was still communicating with him. And she’d never felt more attuned to another human being.

“Good,” he said. “Time’s up.” He pulled away his hand. “You should be proud of yourself. I’m just going to give you a quick demonstration of how an oral inspection might work with the dam in place.”

She nodded again.

“It would probably be a little farther open, but I won’t do that at this time.” He inserted his gloved finger into her mouth. He felt around the inside of her lips, pushed on her teeth, pressed against the inside of her cheeks.

“Makes you very much aware of giving up control, doesn’t it?”

It did. He was standing above her, totally in control, large, uncompromising, a Dom sure of his power and unafraid to use it.

He overwhelmed her.

“You can imagine how this probe could be much more degrading and uncomfortable.”

She blinked.

“This, Chelsea, is submission.” He removed the dam and wiped her mouth with the towel. “No worse for wear?”

She wasn’t able to find her voice, so she shook her head and hoped she wouldn’t be in trouble. He helped her sit. She flexed her jaw and then took a couple of grateful sips of water before thanking him for the experience. The other times, gratitude had come easier than it did now.

Once she had regained her equilibrium, he helped her to lie down and he resumed his inspection. This time he pulled back the hood of her clitoris to play with the nub. Most men she’d been with only had a passing acquaintance with her clit, but he plumped it, tweaked it, stroked it, fondled it then, making her scream, licked it. She grabbed the table and lewdly pushed her pussy into his face.