On His Terms

by Sierra Cartwright

  He rocked his hips until he found the rhythm he wanted, then he held her head tighter so he could fuck her mouth. “You’re doing well.”

  She made slight gagging sounds, something they’d need to work on correcting, but she continued to service him. Of course, with the way he was holding her and the way the chain dragged on her nipples, she had little choice.

  “Swallow every drop when I come.”

  She nodded as much as possible. He tipped back his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of having his dick down her throat. Absently he wondered why he’d been so adamant about not playing with subs. Being with a woman who was so desperate to please was the stuff of dreams.

  Her enthusiasm increased as his cock thickened. Need boiled from deep in his balls. “Every drop,” he warned before he could no longer speak.

  He groaned as hot cum pulsed into her mouth.

  Dutifully she worked to take the load, swallowing, licking.

  He immobilised her head as she sucked him dry.

  When she was done, she tried to kneel back, but the pain in her nipples forced her back upright.

  “I may do that to you every time you give me head.”

  “Yeah, about that, Sir…” She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. “I liked sucking your dick, Sir,” she said. “Thank you.”

  “You did well. How wet is your cunt?”

  “Not very,” she said.

  “You’re no longer on the verge of coming?”

  She shook her head, then stilled as the chain moved.

  His cock became flaccid, and he dropped her chain. She winced a little.

  “You may get dressed.”

  “Sir?” She blinked, looking up at him.

  “That’s enough for tonight. Get dressed, but leave the clamps on. Do not remove them until you arrive home.”

  She opened her mouth as if to protest, but then closed it without saying a word.

  “Very wise,” he said. He pulled up his boxers and pants, zipping and buttoning them as she wiggled into her skirt and thong. He folded his arms as he watched her shrug into her blouse. Her movements were careful, in deference to the clamps, and she left off her bra entirely. “Call me when you get home for permission to remove the clamps.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She gathered her belongings, removed her keys from the hook inside her purse, then stuffed her bra in the shallow depths. He walked her to her car and tugged on the chain as she slid the key into the ignition.

  “Do you show no mercy?” she asked.

  “Would you like to sleep in them?”

  “Thank you for your generosity in letting me remove them when I get home, Sir.”

  “I would have hated to give you a bare-assed spanking right here in front of the neighbours. I’m sure Mr Jones across the street would enjoy the view.”

  She gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me. I’ll have you over that hood with your skirt around your waist so fast you won’t remember your name.”

  She sank deeper into the leather seat.

  “Drive safe,” he said, flicking the door closed.

  He watched until she accelerated away then turned the corner. She had looked in the rear view mirror a couple of times, but she hadn’t waved.

  And he realised why he didn’t play with subs more often. He had discriminating tastes. And he wanted a sub like her.

  Less than half an hour later, she called.

  “I’m home, Sir. Thank you for an instructive evening.”

  “How do your nipples feel?”

  “Numb.”

  “They won’t be when you take off the clamps.”

  “I’m sure you’re right.”

  “Let’s find out. Put your phone on speaker so you don’t have to hold it, then remove your shirt.” He heard rustling sounds that indicated she was following his directions.

  “Damn. Every little motion hurts, Sir.”

  “Good. Good. You’re being very obedient.”

  “I’m putting my shirt in the laundry hamper.”

  Of course she would put it where it belonged.

  “I’m removing the right clamp now, Sir.”

  She gasped. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  He imagined sucking on the tip. It might hurt initially, but the hurt would soon vanish. She’d be writhing beneath him in no time. Even though she’d sucked him off less than an hour ago, his cock responded to the sound of her pain. “Now the other one.”

  “Damn. I wish there was a way to get this off without it hurting.”

  “Then you’d defeat my purpose.”

  “You want me to suffer,” she said.

  “Oh, yes, my sweet girl. All the time. Take it off. Now.”

  She whimpered.

  “You’re stalling.”

  “Yes.” There was silence followed by a loud hiss. It took her a few seconds before she said, “Damn.”

  “Too bad I didn’t put one on your clit.”

  “Thank you for your kindness.”

  “You still need work on your manners.”

  “I’ll be honest, Sir. It’s hard to remember when I hurt so bad. It’s like everything is in a haze. I can hardly think.”

  “When you’re instructed to do something, you may want to think it all the way through. Break it down in your mind, first. For example, tell yourself you’ll remove the clamp and immediately express your gratitude. Think how much your Dom wants to hear those words. There are many things he or she could be doing other than listening to your complaints.”

  “You’re right, Sir. I beg your pardon.”

  “You’re going to be tempted to masturbate tonight,” he said. “Your breasts and nipples will be sensitive, and with the way I played with your cunt earlier, you’ll want to come. But I forbid it. You didn’t earn it, and it doesn’t matter how wrong you think I am. Do not pleasure yourself.”

  He remained silent until she said, “I understand, Sir.”

  “When you arrive tomorrow, I want you wearing the clamps.” He pictured her gritting her teeth to hold back a disrespectful response. He was pushing her limits now, and he knew it.

  “Anything else, Sir?”

  “That will be all, Chelsea. I will let you know if I change my mind.” And he might.

  “I was wondering…”

  “Go on.”

  “Saturday is the day after tomorrow. Can we spend some extra time together? I know you’re busy, but I was hoping you could beat me.”

  “You know what you’re asking?”

  “Master Evan C likes to tie up his subs and whip them.”

  Alex nodded. She was right about that. “Does early afternoon work for you? I’d like to take you to out to dinner to give you a little more exposure to being in public.”

  “I’ll rearrange my schedule. Three o’clock all right with you, Sir?”

  “It is. Make sure you have heels and a skirt. Look at your rear in the mirror. If there are any welts, put arnica on them. Oh, and there is one more thing for tonight. Sleep in the nude.” He didn’t give her time to respond. He pressed the icon to end the conversation, then he went back downstairs and poured himself a whisky. Generally, she tried to negotiate a later start to their evening, but now that time with Evan C was looming, she wanted more practice. Evan C, if he weren’t such a prick, would realise he was a lucky man.

  Honouring her request for tomorrow’s session, he headed back upstairs to prepare the guest room. He moved the St Andrew’s cross into the middle of the room, and he selected two floggers. If she wanted a beating, he’d give her one. The first flogger would warm her nicely. The second would satisfy her desire to experience a real whipping.

  He looked forward to using both.

  Even though he’d forbidden Chelsea to touch herself, he climbed beneath the hot shower spray and jacked off to the image of her on her knees, the clamp’s chain hooked over his thick cock as she sucked him deep into her mouth.

  The next day, at t
wo minutes before three o’clock, he heard a car door slam. As always, she was right on time. About thirty seconds later, she knocked on his front door. He had told her she didn’t need to, but she did, regardless.

  There was a metallic creak as she opened the front door, then a soft snick as she closed it behind her. He heard the faint staccato of her heels against the hardwood floors. Presumably she was making her way into the living room. Then there was silence.

  Over their days together, he’d discovered he liked having her here. He enjoyed her company, and he liked knowing she was preparing for him, stripping off her clothes and folding them in a perfect pile. He resisted the impulse to hurry to her. Instead he decided to finish work on his third-quarter financial projections.

  She still tended to get impatient after only a couple of minutes, so he kept her waiting. He’d left lights on downstairs so she knew he was home. He had done what he needed to reassure her she wasn’t alone. The rest was up to her.

  Alex had been a trainer for years. It was customary for him to spend days or weeks with a submissive then send her back to her Dom. Her enthusiasm to be perfect for Evan C shouldn’t have surprised Alex, after all, that was why she’d pursued him.

  What did surprise him was the way he reacted to her.

  There was something rewarding about making her surrender, giving up the control she liked to exert. And the way she responded to him in bed… A transformation came over her when she ceased the struggle. In bed, she was unrestrained. He’d never been with a woman so responsive and so vocal about it.

  Each time he’d inserted a plug up her tight ass, she’d protested, but when he fucked her with it in, she screamed out her orgasms. When they had sex, her hot pussy enveloped him, and more than once over the last couple of days, the way she’d squeezed him had dragged his ejaculate from him sooner than he liked. The little vixen wasn’t the only one swamped by physical need.

  But it was more than that. She was passionate about all her pursuits. Since he’d met her, she’d sent a number of e-mails reinforcing her suggestion that Monahan Capital host a charity function. Of course, she suggested her firm handle the event. Each solicitation contained a new suggestion or reason, so he knew she was always thinking about his business. She’d been so persistent—and convincing—that he’d considered approaching his brother with the idea. He figured she was such a success in business because she refused to take no for an answer. Which pretty well meant he and Evan C were both done for.

  After Alex did a check sum on each calculation, he closed the spreadsheet then pushed back from his desk. He hadn’t got a lot done this morning, despite his best intentions. Thoughts of Chelsea had dominated his mind. He went downstairs, and he found her in the kneeling up position, with the clover clamps biting into her nipples. “You’re doing well,” he told her. After the party, in fact, there wouldn’t be any reason to continue her training. He’d got her comfortable with anal. Her movements were pleasing. And for the most part, she followed direction without argument. She even sucked cock well. He didn’t like the thought, so he ruthlessly shoved it away. “Have you climaxed since you left here last night?”

  “You forbade it, Sir.”

  “Answer the question, Chelsea.”

  “That was my answer,” she said. “I do not go behind your back, Sir, no matter how tempted I am. So, no. I did not come.”

  Her answer pleased him, ridiculously so. “Crawl upstairs to the guest room,” he instructed.

  “Of course, Sir.”

  She lowered herself to the floor with elegance that proved she’d continued to hone her skills even when they were apart. She managed to navigate each wooden step without protest. “Very nice,” he said as he followed her down the hallway.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  She didn’t ask him to remove the clamps, and with the way her body swayed, he knew she had to hurt. She moved a little slower as she crossed the threshold into the room and obviously saw the cross. “Keep going. I want you on the cross, facing away from me.”

  When she reached the sturdy base, she stood and spread her arms and legs wide, into the shape of an X.

  He secured her limbs then walked in front of the cross. He captured her chin. “How are the clamps?”

  “Miserable, Sir.”

  “Would you like me to remove them?”

  She opened her eyes wide and searched his gaze. “If it pleases you, Sir.”

  “If I were giving you an erotic beating, I might request you leave them on as they would heighten your arousal in the event I let you come. For now, I’m all right with you concentrating on the flogging. So I will leave the choice to you.”

  “In that case, Sir, I’d appreciate it if you got rid of the nasty little beasts.”

  “Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She smiled at him.

  He knew she didn’t mean it to be manipulative, but it was. He liked the sight of her smile so much he’d allow her to get away with almost anything just to see it. He captured her right breast in his palm and squeezed the flesh before releasing the clamp.

  She sucked in a shallow breath. And he bent to soothe the hurt with his mouth.

  Her body trembled, but when he released her, she said, “Well, Sir. That was certainly better than when I took them off last night. Thank you for making it much more pleasurable.”

  “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 fl
ogging?”

  “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.”