Page 116 of On His Terms

He kept her gaze ensnared. She loved watching him watch her.

With a raised eyebrow, he increased the force of his thrusts, pistoning his hips as he took her fiercely. Then, lips set with intention, he pressed harder on her clit.

She arched and screamed out her orgasm.

Only when she was satisfied did he come.

He collapsed on top of her, somehow also managing to hold her tight. “I love you, Chelsea.”

“And I love you, Sir.” She exhaled as much as she could with such a large man bearing down so dominantly on her.

“I need to get some arnica on your stripes.”

“I’m okay if they stay red for as long as possible,” she confessed. Seeing them in the mirror for a few days would be a delicious reminder of their evening together.

He lifted onto one shoulder. “I want you healed so I can tawse you in a few days.”

“Oh?” Excitement and nerves intertwining, she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I’ll be sure you have as many of my marks as you want. Anything to please you.”

If her life never got any better than it was at this moment, she’d be happy forever.

“But first…” he began.

How could there be more? “Yes?”

“To continue your Western theme, you get to be a cowgirl and ride me.”

“Really?” In surprise, Chelsea blinked. “I thought men weren’t good for a second time so fast.”

“Girl, it’s going to be a while before I’ve had enough of you.”

She giggled as he moved quickly, rolling them over. He made short work of disposing of the condom and donning another. Heaven above, her man was magnificent. Even though she was already a little tender, she straddled him, taking his cock deep as he held her waist between his strong palms.

“We’re going to do this more often.”

“Mmm,” she approved. She liked it, too.

“Be a good girl and sit up straighter. Show me those beautiful breasts.”

Following his command, she arched her back slightly as she drew her shoulder blades together. Everything he asked of her made her achingly aware of her femininity, and that added to her confidence.

“That’s it.”

With that, he took hold of her nipples, pinching and twisting, driving her to distraction. On a loud scream, she orgasmed. “Master!”

“Fuck yes.” He growled, a low, possessive sound as he orgasmed inside her, marking her as his. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He took her head between his palms and pulled her down until her face was within inches of his. “My sub,” he said.

“Yours, Sir.”

“Forever.” He kissed her passionately, sealing the deal.

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