Page 96 of On His Terms

“That will suffice,” he said.

His words were a balm to her soul. “Thank you, Sir.”

“The last five could have been avoided if you’d remembered your manners after the first twenty.”

Will I ever learn?

“We’ll leave the plug in for another few minutes.”

She could barely breathe with the way it filled her.

Master Alexander crossed to the bathroom, ran water, and was wiping his hands on a towel when he returned. Then he crouched in front of her. “Always make the choice to make things easy on yourself.”

More than anything he’d ever said, those words sank in. “I… Yes. Thank you.” It wasn’t always about respect, then, but also about making decisions about what was best for her.

“It’s better when you’re being cherished rather than punished, I expect?”

“It is, Sir.” Lesson finally comprehended, now that it was too late.

“Undress me,” he said.

Moving with the plug in was difficult. Having his dick up there surely couldn’t be any worse than this.

After removing his shoes, socks, and belt, she lowered his zipper. His already-hardening cock protruded toward her.

She quickly removed his pants, then she awkwardly stood—trying not to shift the plug—to unbutton his shirt.

“Condom is on the nightstand.”

He could have easily reached it.

“Crawl,” he said.

Will this nightmare ever end?

Aware of the hilt of the plug sticking out, she did as he demanded, and once she’d fetched the packet, she offered it to him.

Shaking his head, he said, “Put it on me then lube my dick. I recommend using a generous amount. Then remove your plug and place it on the nightstand.”

Imagining she was on a beach in the Bahamas drinking rum, she did as he said. Pretending to be elsewhere was the only way to survive what was coming.

“Bend over the bed.”

Fear made it feel as if the room temperature dropped several degrees.

“Your ass is stretched so wide,” he said when she’d displayed herself, parting her butt cheeks without being told. “You look so fuckable, girl. I’m going to do you hard.”

His cockhead sought entrance, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever endured anything worse than this.

He took hold of her left shoulder, drove himself a little deeper, and slid his other arm beneath her midriff.

“Push out,” he told her.

Even though it hurt, she didn’t object. She wanted his flesh, rather than the cold and impersonal piece of molded glass. Suddenly she craved his possession. “Yes.”

He continued to ease in and pull back. Within seconds, she discovered that having him inside her wasn’t as bad as she imagined. It was different. A plug snuggled in, but a cock kept her spread.

“My sexy girl,” he murmured.

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