Page 68 of On His Terms

The smile had transformed him, subtracting years and seriousness from his face. She caught a glimpse of the man he’d been before the perils of life had battered him. For a moment he’d looked carefree and a lot less stern. “I want sex,” she admitted, then quickly she ran the rest of her words together. “But I do realize you just brought me off, and I should be thankful for that instead of asking for more.”

“On the contrary, open communication is the key to a BDSM relationship. I try to anticipate your needs and meet them, but I’m not a mind reader. And of course, the Dominant is free to accept or deny your request.”

“Makes sense.”

“If I were to agree, I’d expect you to leave the plug in.”

She sighed. Really? “Is that even possible, Sir?”

“The fit will be tight. You’ll either like it or hate it.” In a lower tone, he added, “As for me, I will enjoy the tightness very much.”

Placing her palm on his chest, she pushed back from him. “So it’s not an option to remove the plug first?”

“Those are my terms. Accept them or not.”

She exhaled. The blasted thing was getting uncomfortable, and having his cock inside her would no doubt make it worse.

But if that was his cost, she’d pay it. “I’m willing to try, Sir.”

He nodded. “Please crawl to my bedroom.”

Her mouth fell open. “Do you mean that?”

“I’m not repeating my command, Chelsea.”

Silence stretched and tension ratcheted up.

He was always in control, even when he was giving her what she asked for.

Without saying anything, or encouraging her, cajoling her, he waited, his heart thudding rhythmically beneath her hand.

Fighting back a sudden—familiar—mutinous sensation, she slipped off his lap to lower herself humiliatingly to the floor.

“And since you have a similar reaction to this as you did to the posture collar, you’ll be adding this to your practice time.”

“Sir…” Damn you. Once again, she would prefer to be spanked than to repeat actions that she hated.

But truthfully, was there a better learning experience? Especially if she hated it?

“After you,” he said.

Her hips swayed as she led the way down the hallway, and the plug had to be clearly visible sticking out of her ass. Mortification threatened to consume her.

“Keep your head up,” he told her. “Unless you need assistance from your posture collar?”

Dread knotting in her tummy, she instantly complied.

“So sexy. Any Dominant will be delighted to see you doing this.”

Though he said it with all seriousness, she didn’t feel sexy, and her instinct was to rebel against his orders.

“Get out of your head.”

How did he read her so well when he couldn’t even see her?

Once she reached his bedroom, she stopped.

“Kneel up.” He turned back the comforter and top sheet before ordering her onto the bed. “Lie on your back, across the mattress,” he added. “And put your hands above your head.”

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