The Terms: Part One (The Terms Duet)

by Ruby Rowe

With my hand in his, he leads me farther into the room. About midway, black metal framework, which is slotted and a couple of feet wide, runs across the ceiling and down each wall to my right and left.

  “What will you do with that?” I ask while pointing.

  “I’ll tie items to it that I can then tie to you.”

  I nod, unsure of what my head thinks while my hand wants to give a fist bump. The pulsing between my legs, which I so often feel around Ellis, has returned full-strength.

  Walking ahead, I admire the king-size bed that’s centered to my left. It’s adorned with a black duvet and silver pillows.

  A full-length leaning mirror, also in silver, is propped against the wall across from the bed. It’s intricately designed, giving the sensual room an elegant feel.

  “That door there is a bathroom, and the one to the left is a walk-in closet you’ll soon be familiar with. Aside from today, when you come in this room you are to wear something from that closet. You get to choose, but right now I want you naked.”

  Lacing our fingers, he walks us to the bed. There’s something about the way he joined our hands that makes me feel safer. It’s as if he’s letting me know we’re doing this together.

  Once we’re at the side of the bed, he gives me a soft kiss. It’s faint, and as his lips brush back and forth across mine, I remember what he promised to do to me tonight.

  Releasing my hand, he folds back the duvet and top sheet. “Climb up, and lie on your back.”

  Once I’m positioned on the center of the mattress, I wait impatiently as Ellis strolls to a dresser by the mirror across from me. He returns and tosses grey rope next to my leg.

  With his gaze boring into mine, he begins stripping his clothes at the foot of the bed. His loafers are toed off, socks removed next, and the front of his hair sticks up in a sexy, haphazard way after he takes off his black sweater.

  Folding it, he sets it on a bench at his feet and then removes his jeans and boxer briefs. He’s taking his time, attempting to taunt me, and it’s working.

  Coming around to the side of me, he picks up some of the rope. “Hands above your head.” I raise them, and he pins my wrists together before he ties them to two spindles on the headboard.

  I look up and watch him form an elaborate knot I can’t get out of. My heartbeat races, and my breaths become quicker, too.

  “I’m nervous,” I whisper.

  His lips skim over my ear before his breath fills it.

  “Don’t be. I’m going to make you come hard and more than once. Pick a safe word.”

  Grabbing the last two bunches of rope from the bed, he eyes my legs. “Bend your knees up to your chest. Now, let them fall open but keep them bent.”

  Placing the rope over my shin, he then wraps it behind my thigh and to the front again before he ties the two ends together. After examining his work, he repeats it on the other leg.

  “What’s your word going to be?”

  “Marshmallow.”

  He smirks. “We’ll discuss the reason for that later.”

  I’m now bound to where I can’t straighten my legs. Feeling exposed more than ever, I jerk on my wrists, but they won’t budge.

  “Don’t shut your thighs. If you do, I will add an extra spanking to the ones you’re already receiving tonight.”

  Crawling across the bed, he aligns himself between my legs. On all fours, he dips his head and brushes his mouth across my stomach. His arms bend so he can move lower, and he drags his tongue once down my pussy.

  I start to snap my thighs shut from the tickle of it, but I recall what he said and stop myself. I don’t know how many spankings he plans to deliver, or how hard he will hit, so I have no desire to add another one to the count.

  Dropping to his forearms, he settles between my legs, and spreading me open, he skims his fingers down my slit before he shoves them in his mouth and drags them back out.

  “Mmm … you’re already wet and taste sweet. You might be nervous, but you trust that I’m going to make you feel good.”

  Getting back to it, he spreads me open more, and almost too faint to feel it, he touches my clit with his tongue. He skims around it before flicking it lightly.

  “No, no, no, faster,” I say.

  “Are you telling me what to do?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry, what?”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” Applying a little more pressure, he circles my clit again, but as soon as the pleasure begins to rise, he backs off. Getting the urge to grab his hair and push him down so he will lick me harder, I jerk again on my arms.

  “I feel like you’re resisting me and what I want to do to you.”

  “No, Sir. I only want more.”

  “And I want you to relax and let it build gradually. I should’ve blindfolded you. Close your eyes.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Settling against the bed, I let my eyelids shut. I breathe in and out, focusing only on what he’s doing to me.

  Envisioning his wet mouth, I imagine how my juices are coating the outside of it. I picture the tip of his tongue tracing my clit, and I can see his pressed fingertips against my pink flesh as they pull me open. I moan, not only imagining but feeling how his tongue pushes inside my tight pussy.

  “Yes,” I say through a whimper. His tongue darts in and out of me several times before he drags it back up to my clit.

  He twirls it around the opening, and the sensations are intensifying, growing with every stroke. My release is imminent as I focus on all the exquisite things his mouth can do.

  Without warning, he slides two fingers inside me. He hooks them around toward my front wall and begins pressing against my G-spot.

  Lord, he knows what he’s doing. The pleasure quadruples in intensity as he pumps his fingers and flicks his tongue at my clit.

  “Oh, I’m so close.” Moaning, I struggle to find the air to speak. “Please, Sir, may I come?”

  “Yes. Come now, my Rose,” he says, his voice muffled. He won’t let up, pressing my G-spot until it’s close to painful. He repeats the same phrase, over and over again, as I revel in my orgasm.

  Growling, he releases me. I open my eyes and see him rising to his knees. His mouth is soaked, and his hair is a sexy mess. God, he’s so handsome.

  His long cock is stiff, and in seconds, he’s pressing his palms against my knees and driving my legs toward my chest.

  “Condom,” I utter.

  “No.” His lips purse, and I’m stunned silent before he slides his dick inside me. Letting his head fall back, he glides it in and out in a steady motion, and now he’s the one doing as he instructed; he’s focusing on how this feels, likely imagining my soaked pussy taking in every inch of him.

  He pulls out almost all the way before he thrusts hard, and fills me so full. “I love fucking your cunt. Damn, I love it.” Gripping my knees tight, he slams into me, striving for an orgasm.

  It’s not long before he stills and groans, coming deep inside me. Thank the heavens I took pain meds today. He has no mercy on my body, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Once he’s caught his breath, he unties my legs and wrists. I stretch as he moves to the side of the bed.

  “Lie over my lap.”

  “Right now?”

  “What did I say about questioning me?” Without responding, I drop my gaze and step off the bed. I can’t believe I’m voluntarily giving my ass up for a spanking. I think his hard fucks shook my brain loose.

  Standing next to his legs, I gnaw on my lip and stare down at the bead of cum still on the tip of his cock. Since I’m not moving, he takes it upon himself to flip me over his lap.

  I can’t help but squeal, so he places his hand over my mouth while bracing the back of my thighs with the other.

  “I’ll gag you if you’re not quiet. If you cry out while I spank you, I will add another one.”

  I nod, and he removes his hand from my mouth. Placing it over my upper back, he then swats my ass. I buck from the sting of it, so he brace
s me tighter.

  He strikes me again, across both my cheeks, and only a few seconds pass before he repeats it. “I’ve lost count of the times you’ve challenged me since we met, so I’m going to go easy on you and spank you only ten times.”

  He continues, and each strike is more intense than the last. Tears well up in my eyes from the blood rushing to my head and from the sting to my ass.

  The confusion of it all is leaving me emotional, too. I’m in pain, yet I like giving him this control, ultimately pleasing him, and it reminds me of when I tried to please another man close to him. I was determined to do it no matter the cost, and I was left devastated. Will Ellis break me that way, too?

  I cry out on the ninth hit, feeling the burn. “Did you think I was bluffing? Now you get eleven.” He massages my cheeks before landing the final two blows. I taste blood once he’s finished, and I realize I’ve bitten into my lip.

  As he massages my ass, he strokes my back. His fingers move up into my hair, and he plays with it, relaxing me a bit. The next thing I feel are his fingers pushing inside me.

  It takes only seconds before I shove my ass up, yearning for more of the pleasure. The sudden intrusion of his finger inside my mouth startles me. “Suck,” he orders. I do, and he groans before pulling it free from my lips and sliding it between my ass cheeks.

  I wobble a bit on his lap, so he opens his legs some to balance me better. Swirling the tip of his finger around my asshole, he groans again. “I can’t wait to fill this tight hole with my cock. Have you ever been fucked there before?”

  “No, Sir.” I moan from the pleasure of his fingers working over my pussy while his others play with my asshole. He inserts a fingertip, and it’s my undoing.

  “Baby, come now.”

  I orgasm, and I think my head could explode from being tilted over.

  “Come on my fingers, my Rose. One day soon, you’re going to orgasm on command by hearing only those words.”

  My body quivers, and I’m completely under his power. He’s controlling my body, possibly my mind, and what’s terrifying is how he’s affecting my heart.

  His fingers slip from me, and he stands me up. As he watches, I pull the hair away from my wet face, and upon Ellis seeing my tears, he wipes them from my cheeks, furrowing his brow in the process.

  Without uttering a word, he lifts me and lays me back on the bed. His body covers mine, and with his cock hard again, he sheaths himself inside me. There’s no barrier between us, and although it’s risky, I can’t deny it feels sensational.

  Wrapping his hand around my wrists, he pins them above my head and rocks his scorching naked body against mine. He palms my breast and massages it as his tongue eases between my lips.

  It explores and strokes gingerly, and having him take my body this way, so deliberately, causes it to tremble. It’s as if he planned the entire scene and wants someone watching to witness this final show of ownership.

  His lips trail down my neck and to my chest before his smoldering mouth suckles my nipple, his movements slow and direct. Holy shit, the buildup of this sex is like nothing I’ve experienced.

  His hardness ebbs and flows inside my pussy, never picking up speed, until all at once, his fingers clamp tighter around my wrists. I float in euphoria as our orgasms collide, and through it all, his lips stay pressed to my burning skin.

  He’s done it.

  I submitted.

  He claimed me.

  Ellis Burke’s wish to possess my mind, body and soul is coming true.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Camilla

  Waking up early, I lie in my bed and stare at the baby monitor. Liam is sleeping, and I reflect on watching Ellis last night as he read him a bedtime story.

  I wonder if Ellis considered that I could be spying on them. It was a beautiful sight, but it was also odd to see him flip that switch and be gentler than the man I’d been with only minutes before in the guest house.

  My experience with him was like nothing I could have imagined. My preconceived notion was that I’d suffer through it, but the evening ended up amazing, and I’m different today because of it, feeling more desirable.

  Coveted … that’s the word, but in a way that gives me strength.

  How can I find this submission acceptable after being forced to live here? Can I be a true submissive to him if I’m being held against my will?

  Questions like this are what kept me up most of the night. What I do know is there is a good side to Ellis Burke. I feel it and see it.

  Needing to find out what the day will bring, I head to the bathroom and get ready. I showered last night after being with Ellis, but I hop in again for a quick one.

  Once I put my hair up in a loose bun and apply makeup, I roam into the walk-in closet and look around. All the storage units are white, and there’s plenty of overhead lighting in the room.

  To the left is a long hanging rack, and multiple dressers are past that. Straight back is a full-length mirror, and on the right side of the closet are cubbies for shoes and handbags.

  It’s unreal how nice the space is, and it’s strange to have an abundance of clothing to choose from. Gracie at Octavia would have a field day in here.

  After I’ve picked out a delicate lace bra and panty set, I pick up a cream sweater and run my fingers over it. This has to be cashmere. I look for the tag and discover I was correct.

  Once it’s on, I notice the scoop neck is low-cut, revealing my cleavage. I pull on some dark boot-cut jeans and a pair of short boots to match.

  Seeing how it’s late February, and the temperatures will be milder soon, I want to take advantage of wearing boots before it’s too late.

  Stepping in front of the mirror, I admire myself, and I’m amazed how much better this outfit conforms to my figure compared to my old clothes. I can’t deny that I’m pleased with how I look today.

  Strolling back in my room, I see on the monitor that Liam is sitting on his floor, stacking his Lego blocks. My mouth falls open in surprise over how comfortable he seems, playing in his room alone. He’s happy here.

  It’s quiet in the hallway as I walk to his room. I open the door, and his face lights up.

  “Look, I have lots of these blocks,” he says.

  “Good morning, and I see. You’re such a big boy playing in here by yourself. Let’s go to the bathroom and get you dressed.”

  “I went to potty aweady.”

  “You did? All by yourself?”

  “Yeah, Boss gave me my own bafroom.”

  “You keep saying that name. Who’s Boss?”

  “That tall man who reads me books.”

  “Oh, really? Did he tell you to call him that?”

  Having lost interest in me already, Liam barely nods and goes back to playing with his toys.

  Arrogant Ellis. I think that’s a good nickname for him.

  I find some clothes in Liam’s closet and give him no choice but to dress and head downstairs for breakfast.

  Christopher is pouring himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. He barely glances my way but then does a double take. His green eyes rake down my body before he shakes his head and goes back to what he was doing.

  “Good morning,” I say.

  “Morning,” he mumbles before he strides out of the room without even saying hello to Liam. It dawns on me that he avoided me yesterday, too.

  “Good morning, Irene.”

  “Good morning, Camilla. What would you and Liam like for breakfast this morning?”

  “Emma won’t be here for another half hour, so could you fix Liam some oatmeal and help him with it at the table? I need to speak to Mr. Day.”

  “Absolutely.” She takes Liam’s hand. “Good morning, my piccolo. Would you like some blueberries in your oatmeal this morning?”

  I leave them alone and stroll to the library Christopher’s using for his office. Like my study, it’s lined with bookshelves. There are polished leather chairs and side tables, and his desk sits to the right of the room.
The morning sun is filtering in between the thick damask drapes.

  “Hi, can we talk a minute?” I ask.

  “No, your boyfriend will have an issue with it.”

  “What?” I look in the hallway again, and not seeing anyone, I shut the door behind me. “If Ellis shows, I’m here to tell you the books to order for me. Now, what’s wrong?”

  Planting his elbows on the desk, Christopher threads his fingers and narrows his gaze.

  “I saw him leave your room yesterday morning, Camilla.”

  Shit. I rub my earlobe. “I had a bad dream. He heard me yelling and came in to check on me. I was pretty upset, so he stayed with me and fell asleep.”

  “So you’re telling me he didn’t fuck you?”

  “Don’t ever speak to me like that again. No, I just told you what happened.”

  He sighs. “I’m sorry. It was surprising to see him come out of your room, especially when you just got here and he doesn’t know you.”

  “Look, he’s not hurting me, so you can ease up on the worrying. He’s being good to Liam and me.”

  His eyes squint again. “You like him.”

  “Stop putting words in my mouth.”

  “Answer me honestly, Cammy. Are you starting to like him?”

  “Fine, yes, he’s not so bad.” I look away, knowing how terrible this seems.

  “I can’t fucking believe this. You don’t like me after all the years I’ve been there for you, but after only a few days around Ellis Burke, who mind you is holding you hostage by way of blackmail, you already like the man. Do I need to remind you that you had his brother’s baby? It’s like watching a bad soap opera unfold.”

  “Screw. You. Get off your high horse, and don’t speak to me until you can do it with respect.”

  I storm from the room and back to the kitchen. Asshole. I don’t want to think about what he said. Is it wrong for me to be with Ellis after having Tony’s child? Ellis doesn’t seem to mind. This situation is messed up, and I’m mostly angry because I know what I have to do.

  Ellis

  It’s 8:45 a.m., and I’m refreshed as I trot down the stairs to the kitchen. Having experienced the best night of sleep I can recall in years has me in a great mood this morning.