Page 84 of On His Terms

Beautiful and sassy, with sunshine playing off the highlights in her hair, she emerged from her vehicle. After grabbing her purse, she closed the door, then, at the bottom of the driveway, she paused to smooth the front of her skirt and square her shoulders.

As always, she took his breath away. Pleasing him, she’d worn heels. Maybe because he’d told her he intended to take her to dinner. Or perhaps she’d had an important day at work. It couldn’t be because she knew how much they appealed to him.

Fuck it.

If he were a smarter man, he’d have stopped training her before now.

Instead, he was becoming addicted to her.

Relinquishing her to another was going to be one of the most difficult things he’d ever done.

Turning away from the window, Alex rubbed the back of his neck.

Why the hell hadn’t he stayed true to his vow not to train submissives—especially ones he was attracted to?

Maybe twenty seconds later, she knocked on his front door. Even though he’d said it wasn’t necessary, she did so, regardless.

Slight sounds floated toward him as she entered, then a soft snick informed him she’d closed and locked the front door behind her.

The staccato beat of her heels on hardwood followed. Presumably she was making her way into the living room. Then there was silence.

More so than usual, he’d looked forward to her arrival.

He enjoyed her company, and he liked knowing she was preparing for him, stripping off her clothes and folding them in a perfect pile.

Not liking the way he hungered for her—as if he were her Dom instead of a trainer—he fought back his gnawing impulse to hurry to her and instead, he took his time closing his files and tidying his desk.

But that didn’t vanquish thoughts of her.

Damn, he loved compelling her surrender, forcing her to give up the control she liked to exert. And the way she responded to him in bed… A transformation came over her when she ceased her struggle. In bed, she was unrestrained. He’d never been with a woman so responsive and so vocal about it.

Each time he’d inserted a plug up her tight ass, she’d protested, but when he fucked her with it in, she screamed out her pleasure. When they had sex, her hot pussy enveloped his cock, and more than once over the last few days, she’d squeezed him so hard, she’d made him ejaculate sooner than he planned. His little pet wasn’t the only one drowning in physical need.

But it was more than that. Chelsea was passionate—relentless—in all her pursuits. She’d sent numerous emails reinforcing her suggestion that Monahan Capital host a charity function. Of course, she’d recommended her firm handle the event. Each solicitation contained a new suggestion or reason, so he knew she was always thinking about his business. She was nothing if not persistent. Taking no for an answer didn’t seem to be in her vocabulary, which pretty well meant he and Evan C were both done for.

Satisfied that he’d kept her waiting long enough, he pushed back from his desk.

Downstairs, he found her in the kneeling up position, with the dainty tweezer clamps biting into her nipples. “You’re doing well,” he told her.

After tomorrow, there wouldn’t be any reason to continue her training. She was comfortable with anal, her movements were pleasing, and for the most part, she followed direction without argument. Though they hadn’t spent a lot of time on service aspects, she didn’t seem to object like she had in the beginning. And…she sucked cock like a goddess. “Afternoon, sub.” He stopped behind her. “Have you climaxed since you left here last night?”

Though her breathing became more noticeable, she didn’t turn. “You forbade it, Sir.”

Clever. “Answer the question, Chelsea.”

“That was my answer,” she asserted.

He walked around to stand in front of the fireplace so he could look at her. And maybe he shouldn’t have. Her pouty lips were painted a sensual red, so damn sexy it was like waving a flag in front of a bull.

“I do not go behind your back, Sir, no matter how tempted I am. I wanted to please you. So, no. I did not come.”

Her answer delighted him, ridiculously so. He ached to grab her shoulders, yank her to her feet, devour her with a kiss, then fuck her until she acknowledged she belonged to him.

Where the fuck did that idea come from? Was he losing what little remained of his restraint? “Crawl upstairs to the play room.” His voice was gruffer than it needed to be, because once more, he needed to remind himself she wasn’t his—would never be his.

With elegance that proved she’d continued to hone her skills even when they were apart, Chelsea lowered herself to all fours. She managed to navigate each step without protest.

When they reached the landing, she continued.

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