On His Terms (11 page)

She was pouring the first cup when she remembered she still needed to practise her movements.

With a frustrated sigh, she looked at the clock on the microwave. Since she’d done extra the day before, surely that put her ahead for today. She dragged a hand through her hair, wishing it worked that way. Either she intended to keep her word, or not. If she’d got up when the alarm rang, she wouldn’t be in a time crunch.

She took a long drink of the much-needed caffeine then, in the middle of the kitchen, she knelt. It took a lot of mental effort to keep herself calm rather than panicking about the time. But after half an hour, she leapt up and headed for the bathroom.

Fortunately her potential new client called to say he was running late, and she arrived at her office two minutes ahead of him.

She presented her proposal, and he signed on the dotted line. And of course, she and her team would have to begin work immediately to promote his upcoming independent movie. Still, that didn’t stop her and Jennifer, her administrative assistant, from grabbing hold of each other and screaming before doing a dance around the office. Finally! Years of work, scraping and scrimping, paying off bills and the business was getting the success she thought it deserved.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, and they even had lunch brought in.

Too soon, four-thirty arrived. Even though they’d been swamped, thoughts of being with Master Alexander had intruded. She’d been relieved to stay busy all day, otherwise she wasn’t sure how she’d have survived the nine hours.

She hurried home for a shower, and to shave properly before meeting him. The sensual tension that had been simmering through her body heated to a boil. And she realised she was horny.

The battle with the clock that had begun around dawn continued, and she hurried out to the car. Of course, rush-hour traffic slowed her down. Fear that she was going to be late made her grip the steering wheel and scowl at one driver who was driving too slowly. She turned up the radio to distract her only to turn it back down when it added to her irritation. She arrived at his home in Golden one minute ahead of time.

Chelsea allowed her shoulders to collapse against the seatback then released the clawlike grip she’d had on the steering wheel. She fluffed her hair with her fingers before climbing out of the car and heading up the path to the front door. This time her nerves were stretched so taut she barely noticed the gorgeous landscaping or the foothills behind the Victorian-style house.

She smoothed her skirt, straightened her shoulders and knocked. He didn’t answer. Feeling a little uncertain, she tested the knob. Since it was unlocked, she let herself in. She called out a greeting, but she got no response.

Remembering his directions, she moved into the living room and took off her clothes and shoes, leaving everything in an organised pile.

Near the fireplace, she lowered herself to the kneel up position and waited.

She couldn’t help but notice a number of items on the side table. Her blood chilled at the sight of a cane, the dreaded collar, a box of surgical gloves, lube, several coiled lengths of restraints, and a curved metal hook. She couldn’t tell for certain if that was the tawse or something else that lay across the arm of the couch.

Rather than looking at the intimidating assortment of paraphernalia, she forced herself to stare at the lamp. She jumped at every odd noise, as she wasn’t sure whether Master Alexander was in the house or not. He hadn’t called to change their plans. And she’d done what he told her to. She was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, debating if she should stay there or go looking for him when she heard the sound of his footfalls on the hardwood floor.

Her chest rose and fell, and it was almost impossible to remain as she was while she waited for him. And he didn’t say anything for a long time. Each moment felt interminable. Even if she hadn’t heard his approach, she would have recognised his scent of crisp mountain pine. He smelt of the outdoors, and she responded on a visceral level. This man, this Dom, confused her in ways no one else ever had.

Her pulse slammed into overdrive. She was glad she’d called him and grateful he’d agreed to see her.

“Very good,” he said. “Please present yourself for inspection.”

The sound of his voice scrambled what was left of her thoughts. Thank God she had spent so much time practising. Her motions were almost automatic and much more refined than the last time he’d seen her.

She stood. Mindful of her posture, she kept her head up and looked straight ahead. She drew her shoulder blades together, then parted her legs and waited.

“You have been working on that,” he said.

“Yes, Sir. I want to please you.”

He didn’t acknowledge that she’d spoken. “Open your mouth.”

Fear gripped her that he’d put the dam in her mouth again, but he didn’t.

Surprising her, he said, “Close it.”

He never did what she expected.

“You’ve shaved again.”

“Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t sure whether he’d expected an answer or not.

Even though he stepped back and a bit to the side, she continued to look ahead. Since she didn’t want the thick collar fastened around her neck, and further, she wanted to prove her commitment, she was determined to do what he demanded of her.

“Present your breasts.”

Though he hadn’t asked that of her before, she’d seen Brandy do it at the Den. Chelsea lifted her breasts and drew them together, hoping she was doing it right.

“Perfect. Pinch your nipples.”

She did it harder than she liked, because she knew he expected it. He stood there, watching as she applied the pressure. She continued to do as she was told, without question, even though it was becoming more and more painful.

“Now release them and part your pussy lips.”

He was being cold with her, and she fought against her instinctive rebellion. She should have expected this. She made her movements as elegant as possible.

His inspection of her inner lips as he felt for stray hairs wasn’t as brutal as the demonstration he’d given her at Master Damien’s, but she could have been a stranger to him for all the attention he paid her. This was perfunctory. Or at least it would be unless he found she’d been remiss. And she’d for damn sure not been remiss.

“Show me your ass.”

She swallowed deeply and lowered herself to all fours, facing the fire. She placed her forehead on the floor, then reached back with both hands to part her ass cheeks.

Like he had earlier, he regarded her. Or at least that was what she thought he was doing. He made no sound to indicate any movement.

Even though her heart was thumping, she stayed where she was, open and exposed. No doubt this was a test. She vowed not to fail this time.

After a while, she heard him moving around the room. She resisted the temptation to turn her head and peek.

She felt something press against her anus.

“Open up, naughty sub.”

She closed her eyes and bore down. He inserted something, probably his finger, and probed her, stretching her hole.

“Have you ever worn a plug?”

“No, Sir.”

“And what you mean is, no sir, not until now.”

“No, Sir,” she repeated. “I have not worn a plug until now.”

He didn’t tell her what he was doing, and she felt him insert a second finger. She moved just a bit to accommodate him.

“Now I’m going to put a small plug in your ass. It’s a starter one, and you could perhaps tolerate something bigger. But I’ll expect you to work up to something much, much larger over the next few days.”

She’d never experimented much anally, and she wasn’t sure how much she wanted to now. But she understood some Doms would want or expect it. For a moment, she thought of Master Alexander fucking her hard up the ass while she screamed in pleasure. Then, remembering her ultimate goal, she replaced the image with one of Master Evan C.

“Please turn your head and look at this.”

He crouched next to her. Their faces were mere inches apart, and the intimacy startled her. She’d forgotten how devastatingly good-looking he was. He wore black trousers and a white dress shirt, with the sleeves turned up to his elbows. Judging by the stubble on his jaw, he’d obviously missed his morning shave. That made him appear all the more dangerous.

His deep, rich brown eyes arrested her attention. She might have believed he was being impersonal with her, but his expression said otherwise. A small frown burrowed between his eyebrows, and his gaze was focused on her. For an instant, the connection sizzled with electricity. She blinked first.

“This is the butt plug that is going up your ass on the first try without you carrying on. Are you clear?”

Though the widest part didn’t appear much bigger around than the two fingers he’d just inserted inside her, the plug was long, and it had a base that would hold it in place.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Sir.” She stared at the piece of moulded silicone. “Parsley, Sir.”

“Ask me to put it in place.”

She’d convinced herself that he wasn’t as beastly as she sometimes remembered, but five minutes together had proved that wasn’t true. “Please, Sir, will you put that…nasty thing in me?”

He smiled. “Lucky for you I’m not marking you down for lack of enthusiasm.”

“Sorry, Sir,” she said, looking at him and trying not to smile herself. “Shall I try again?”

“Do.”

“Please, I beg you, Sir. I want you to put that hot thing straight up my ass.”

This time he laughed, but he also he smacked her left butt cheek, hard. “If you insist,” he responded.

He left her for a moment. She heard the unmistakable sound of lube being squirted onto the length of the plug. His polished wingtips sounded both loud and powerful on the floor as he returned.

“Spread your cheeks farther,” he said.

Her Dom placed the unyielding tip against her opening. The thing had appeared flexible, so she hadn’t been prepared for its unwelcome feel.

“Bear down…
now.”

He pushed ahead, and she tried to allow it in.

Chelsea had to fight his momentum and her desire to escape in order to stay in position. Through gritted teeth, she told him, “This is way more difficult than a finger, Sir. Damn it!”

“Almost there. You can do it.”

She whimpered. He continued to push.

She swore softly as the widest part pressed against her sphincter. Then she heard a sound like a pop, the plug slid all the way in and she sighed with relief when the pain subsided.

“Very pretty.”

Although she didn’t argue, she doubted the red thing looked attractive at all.

He twisted it so that the hilt was seated between her buttocks.

She gave an unladylike grunt. “Not a fan of that,” she said. “Sir.”

“Too bad. Now kneel back. I want to speak with you.”

Wildly she wondered if she’d already upset him. But damn, that had hurt more than she’d expected. Frustrated with herself for expressing displeasure, she moved into position and kept her gaze straight ahead.

“You may relax and look at me.” He removed his gloves and tossed them in the trash, then he sat on the sofa. “Do you still want to continue?”

She adjusted herself, trying to find a comfortable position with the plug inside her. The slick silicone felt different from his finger. It made her feel full. She was dealing with the intrusion because it pleased her Dom. She couldn’t move without being aware of it inside her.

“Chelsea?”

“I’m just trying to think about how to deal with this butt plug, Sir.”

“Quit thinking and allow it to be.”

That was easy for him to say. He didn’t have a long thing stuck up his rear channel. Because she was so aware of it, it dominated her thoughts.

“Lie on your back,” he instructed. “You may use the rug.”

She knew better than to argue.

The thing moved about as she awkwardly did as he said. Her movements were exaggerated as she tried not to move too much.

“Now, draw your knees to your chest and keep them there.”

She closed her eyes, imagining the sight she made, with her pussy and the base of the plug revealed to him. She’d never been shy, even in bed, but this was an entirely new level of exposure. He expected a tremendous amount from her. And she hadn’t been here half an hour.

“Stop the struggle.”

Chelsea thought he might sit, but he remained standing, close to her. It didn’t take long for the position to become uncomfortable. Air whispered from the nearby vent and cooled her hot pussy. She tried to harness her thoughts and relax into the moment.

When she shifted a bit, he moved to the table and returned. He showed her the cane.

“Again, I will never hit you with this without you being prepared, but I will use it to correct you.”

She closed her eyes. At home, alone, it was easy to rationalise submission, and she could convince herself it wasn’t all that bad and that he never demanded more than she could give. But it became a different thing when she was in the middle of it.

No matter what he said, she didn’t want that rattan on her body, so she remained still.

“Good.”

She held onto his approval. A simple word from him provided huge encouragement.

He left her there for so long that she stopped thinking about the plug and only about him. Her breathing evened out. She would have said it was impossible to tolerate the plug, but she would have been wrong.

“How is that?”

“Fine, Sir.”

“Would you like to continue your training?” he asked eventually.

“Yes. Yes, please, Sir.”

“In that case, I’m going to fuck your ass with that plug, and you’re going to encourage me to go faster and harder.”

She wrapped her hands tighter around her legs.

“Aren’t you, Chelsea?”

Her breath was shaky.

“It seems you need time to work through various aspects of submission, that you naturally want to rebel.”

“I hate for that to be true, Sir.”

He stood close, tapping the cane against his ankle. He loomed over her, large, broad and imposing. Being in this position, looking up at him reinforced their roles.