Page 93 of On His Terms

Her mouth dried. “Yes, Sir.” Obviously he intended to do more anal training, and she didn’t object. Now that she’d become more accustomed to it, she sometimes enjoyed it. When he fucked her with the butt plug in place, the fit was so tight, so overwhelming that the sensations made her nerve endings sing.

He pulled the vehicle into the garage, and she preceded him into the house. As soon as the door closed behind him, she kicked off her heels and started to unbutton her blouse.

She expected him to walk straight past her, but he paused. He dug a hand into her hair and tipped her head to one side.

He sank his teeth into the tender flesh near her shoulder. Her knees bent, and before she could lose her balance, he caught her.

“Better not keep me waiting, sub.” He walked away.

Chelsea finished stripping.

In the distance, a door closed, and she assumed he’d entered his home office. Not knowing how much time she had, she hurried upstairs to prepare for his arrival.

The beast kept her waiting.

She fought to harness her racing thoughts and to keep her ass cheeks spread. She listened intently for any sound that would indicate his imminent arrival. Just because she heard nothing, it didn’t mean he wasn’t standing there, watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake.

This time, he wasn’t being stealthy.

His masculine footfalls resounded in the hallway, then outside the door. For a moment she forgot to breathe. But he continued on. Exhaling, she started to relax, but then realized he might return soon.

He kept her waiting for a few minutes more before joining her.

“Perfect,” he said.

Her heart stuttered. His growl of approval made the wait worthwhile.

“You know I’m going to take you up the ass tonight, sub.”

Her breath threatened to strangle her. She couldn’t have spoken now if he’d paid her.

“Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll start you with a small plug.”

Small mercies. “That’s kind, Sir.” Out of her peripheral vision, she saw him place a few items on the nightstand.

He rubbed her bare buttocks. “You only have a couple of small marks, and they’ll be gone by tomorrow,” he told her.

Before she was ready, he placed the cool, wet tip of the small plug against her. “Keep your cheeks spread.” He pushed in a little. “Open up. Bear down.” In a single move, he slid it all the way in.

Because she’d had some practice, she barely noticed its insertion, and it took no time to accommodate the silicone toy.

“You’re getting better at that,” he told her. “Now a larger size.”

She still found it a bit humiliating for him to remove a plug, but protesting wouldn’t change anything.

A little at a time, he worked a bigger one in, easing forward then back, going deeper with each thrust.

She groaned when the biggest part stretched her apart.

“Keep that asshole exposed for me,” he warned. “Unless you want to wear clovers while I do this?”

Instinctively she tightened her body and forced her buttocks farther apart.

“I didn’t think so, even though I like the idea of you helplessly grinding your breasts against the mattress. Can you imagine how bad your nipples would hurt?”

Since they still stung from the last time she’d worn them, she didn’t want to consider the amount of pain they’d cause.

Once he had it seated, he fucked her a couple of times with it. Keeping her stretched?

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