Page 79 of On His Terms

He rocked his hips until he found the rhythm he wanted, then he tightened his grip so he could go in deeper. “You’re doing well.”

She made slight gagging sounds, something she’d need to work on correcting, but she continued to service him. Of course, with the way he was holding her and the way the chain dragged on her nipples, she had little choice.

“When I come, you’ll swallow every drop.”

She nodded as much as possible and made a sound that he took for agreement.

Gritting his teeth, he tipped back his head and closed his eyes, loving the feeling of having his dick down her throat. Absently, he wondered why he’d been so adamant about not playing with subs. Being with a woman who was so desperate to please was the stuff of dreams.

Her enthusiasm increased as his cock thickened. Need boiled from deep in his balls. “Every drop,” he repeated before he could no longer speak.

He groaned as hot ribbons of release pulsed into her mouth.

Dutifully, she worked to take his load, swallowing, licking.

He immobilized her head until she sucked him dry.

When she was done, she exhaled a deep, shaky breath. Her attempt to kneel back was prevented by the chain.

“I may do that to you every time you give me head.”

“It was something, Sir.” As she met his gaze, she licked the remnants of his climax from her lips. “I like sucking your dick, Sir,” she said. “Thank you.”

“You did well. And your manners are appreciated.” He studied her. “How wet is your pussy?”

“Not very,” she admitted.

“You’re no longer on the verge of coming?”

She shook her head, then stilled as the chain moved.

As his cock became semierect, he dropped her chain, causing her to wince.

“You may get dressed.”

“Sir?” She blinked, looking up at him.

“That’s enough for tonight.”

“But…” A tiny frown formed between her eyebrows. “The clamps?”

“I’ll change them out for something not as painful.”

“You never do what I expect.”

“I lay awake at night dreaming up ways to torment you.”

She flashed him a half-smile. “I actually believe that.”

“You know you don’t have to leave.” He brushed back a lock of hair from her forehead. That she never stayed or accepted much aftercare bothered him.

“Thanks for the invitation. Tomorrow’s another long day. I’m working on a proposal for a reluctant client, and I’m putting a lot of work into it.”

“Are you?”

“I need to get You’re The Star to the next level.”

How well he understood her drive and dedication. “Come with me.” He walked back to the fireplace. “Remain standing while I do this. Hands behind your neck.”

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