On His Terms

by Sierra Cartwright

  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 b
uttocks 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.

  He decided to shower in the guest bathroom, and when he headed downstairs to grab his keys, he found her exactly where she was supposed to be, kneeling up. The ends of her hair were still damp.

  “Impressive.”

  “I am such a very good sub, Sir.”

  “Stand up, lift your skirt, turn your back to me, then grab your ankles and ask me to slap you for being so saucy.”

  She did exactly what he said, but not in the way he intended.

  She stood with the grace he demanded, despite the heels. And she flipped up the skirt, exposing her naked rear. No underwear. God save him. She performed an exquisite pivot then spread her legs so far apart that she revealed her cunt to him. She took her time and exaggerated her motions as she reached for her ankles.

  “Stay there,” he said.

  He went into the guest powder room and grabbed a condom. Minx wanted to play with fire…? He rejoined her and teased her pussy with his fingers. “Freshly shaven?”

  “Yes, Sir. You may want to replace your razor blade before using it.”

  So damn hot.

  He slapped her cunt, hard.

  She froze, then a moment later, she pushed her bottom back towards him. “Again,” she demanded. “Please, Sir. Again.”

  She was impossible to resist. Three more times, he gave her what she begged for before dropping his trousers. Looking at her moist pussy, he vigorously fisted his cock then rolled on a condom. He gripped her hips and dragged her backwards to meet his thrust, impaling her heated sheath.

  She cried out from obvious shock.

  “Wow, Sir!”

  He fucked her hard, holding her securely but penetrating deep, making it impossible for her to breathe.

  He used her like the sub she said she was. He didn’t try to pleasure her, he satisfied himself in her body.

  “Oh, Sir, I want to come,” she said when he spurted jism into the condom.

  “You will have to wait,” he said, giving a final thrust to drain the last drop. He pulled out his cock, and helped her to stand.

  She faced him as she smoothed her skirt into place.

  In another test, he extended the used latex. “Be a good sub and dispose of this and the wrapper.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.”

  Her response made him blink. She bent to scoop the wrapper from the floor, then she took the filled latex from him. Without a single word of protest or wrinkling her nose, she went into the small bathroom. A few moments later, he heard the sound of water running in the sink.

  He had finished securing his pants when she sashayed into the room. “What are you up to?”

  “I want to come, Sir. I figure behaving will help me earn it.” She flashed her rear as she grabbed her purse. “Besides, I like it when you lose control and fuck me all wild-like.”

  “After you.” Until this trainee, he’d always been deliberate in how and where he fucked. No one goaded him. But she was getting to him. It was time to turn her over to someone else.

  Chapter Eight

  Tension knotted Chelsea’s stomach and she picked at her dinner despite the fact the food was fabulous. He’d chosen an upscale seafood restaurant in the foothills with spectacular views of Denver and the plains in the distance. This was not the type of place she frequented. Her budget didn’t stretch that far.

  Even though they were dining together in a wonderful place, her mind was elsewhere. On some levels, the idea of letting someone else tell her what to do and make decisions for her had rankled. The suggestion that she should serve him in any way had annoyed her. But over the last couple of weeks, things had changed.

  She recognised the myriad ways he served her, from wonderful dinners—no parsley in sight—to holding her gently, from opening doors to washing her in the shower. She’d learnt that submission wasn’t a one-way street. And the more he required from her, the more he also gave. He made her feel cared for and appreciated. She had certainly not expected that when she’d approached him at the Den.

  Before they’d left this evening, she’d loved the way he’d taken her from behind. His possession had been unexpected and powerful. But now her pussy throbbed from his denial.

  “Not hungry?” he asked.

  “Sorry. I was playing with my food, Sir.” She laid her fork on top of her plate. She was looking forward to tomorrow night at the Den and finally sceneing with Master Evan C. But she was going to miss seeing Master Alexander. She realised that she was starting to care for him, deeply. Falling for a trainer was stupidity, she knew, but she hadn’t seen it coming.

  “Would you like to finish your wine? Or would you like to go?”

  She folded her hands together in her lap. “I don’t want to rush you, Sir.”

  He looked at her, his gaze focused on her. He frowned slightly before nodding. “I’d rather get home, as well.” He signalled for the check and paid the bill.

  “Thank you for dinner, Sir,” she said, when he pulled back her chair.

  “You have the loveliest manners,” he said. “This time I want you to walk in front of me.”

  It seemed he gave a different order every time they were together. That was part of his plan, she supposed. With a new Dom, she wouldn’t know what to expect, and so he prepared her for everything. He was good at what he did.

  They waited at the valet stand, and when one of the men opened the door for her, Master Alexander said, “I’ll see to the lady.”

  The valet nodded and accepted his tip. Master Alexander handed her into the SUV and waited while she buckled her seatbelt before closing the door.

  “You seem quiet,” he observed after he eased into traffic.

  “Just trying to concentrate,” she said, fabricated.

  He shot her a sideways glance.

  “I don’t want to be a disappointment,” she added, hoping that would dissuade him from further questions.

  “You won’t be.” He took her hand and drew it to his lips.

  The angst that had been bubbling through her since he’d denied her an orgasm became clawing desire. She needed to release the tension, and she
didn’t want to do it through bad behaviour. Chelsea generally felt as if she was in control of every situation, but with him, she had no idea what to do. She couldn’t admit the truth, that she wanted to stay in his arms. But he also demanded she be honest with him.

  “When we get back, leave your clothes inside the door and then go up to my bedroom. When I get there, I want to find you leaning over the bed, your ass cheeks spread apart.”

  Her mouth dried. “Yes, Sir.” Obviously he intended to do more anal training this evening. She didn’t object. Now that she’d become more accustomed to it, she sometimes enjoyed it. When he fucked her with the butt plug in place, the sensations made nerve endings sing. It was so tight, so overwhelming. Now that she was past the worry that the thing would be expelled when she climaxed, she anticipated those evenings.

  He pulled the vehicle into the garage. She tried not to notice how normal—how wonderful—it felt to arrive home with him. She preceded him into the house. As soon as the door closed behind him, she kicked off her heels and started to unbutton her blouse.

  She expected him to walk straight past her, but he paused. He dug a hand into her hair and tipped her head to one side.

  He sank his teeth into the tender flesh near her shoulder. Her knees bent, and before she could lose her balance, he caught her.

  “Don’t keep me waiting, sub.” He walked away.

  Chelsea stripped where she was. Those were his instructions. She doubted he would have minded if she had undressed in the living room, but she wasn’t certain. She’d learnt one thing during their time together, and that was to explicitly follow his orders. If he had commanded her to get naked in the garage, she would have done that. She had realised he looked out for her interests and never asked her to do something that would compromise her safety or modesty.

  In the distance, a door closed, and she assumed he’d entered his home office. Not knowing how much time she had, she hurried upstairs to prepare for his arrival.

  The beast kept her waiting.

  She fought to stay focused, to harness her thoughts, to keep her ass cheeks spread. She listened intently for any sound that would indicate his imminent arrival. Just because she heard nothing, it didn’t mean he wasn’t standing there, watching her.