Page 46 of On His Terms

“Good, now lower your body a little.”

“That’s obscene, Sir.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, girl. Otherwise you’ll be spanking yourself while I enjoy listening to your whimpers and cries.”

Panic filled her senses. “You wouldn’t!”

He chuckled, a diabolical sound that terrified her more than a display of anger would have. “Try me.”

Knowing he was serious, her face heating with embarrassment, she immediately followed his instructions.

“Your pussy doesn’t appear to be wet.”

“A little fear does that to me, Sir.” And so did the uncomfortable position.

“Simply do the same things to yourself that I did to you at the Den. Run your finger everywhere. Pull back the hood of your clit and let me see it. And fuck yourself with your hand.”

This may be one of the worst things she’d ever experienced.

Softly he spoke again. “Transcend your reactions and know you’re pleasing me.”

She exhaled a soft breath.

“Now get on with it.”

Shaking, drawing on all her mental strength, she spread herself wide for the camera, for him.

“Clean shaven. Nice. You have been a good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Still shaking, she exposed her clit.

“Very pretty. Stay as you are for a few more seconds.”

The position, the exposure, the emotional discomfort, all piling up, she did as he said.

“That’s it. Now lick your finger and play with it.”

Knowing he was watching, approving, her own touch seemed to electrify her.

“I’m thinking you like this.”

As she stroked, Chelsea rocked back and forth.

Shocking her, an orgasm started to build. Nooo. This couldn’t possibly be happening. But it was.

“Now stop.”

For a couple of seconds, she didn’t react. How long had it been since that night at the Den when she’d had her last orgasm? She was on edge in a way she’d never been before.

“Stop immediately and spank your pussy.” His voice was a whiplash. “Three times. And you’d better fucking do it as hard as I would.”

Whimpering, she protested.

“Last chance, or I’ll make it five.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she followed his terrible order, crying out from the pain and because the act left her shockingly more aroused.

“Fuck.” His curse purred with pure male satisfaction. “Red is suddenly my favorite color. I should keep you like that at all times.”

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