On His Terms by Sierra Cartwright Page B

him and grateful he’d agreed to see her.
    “Very good,” he said. “Please present yourself for inspection.”
    The sound of his voice scrambled what was left of her thoughts. Thank God she had spent so much time practising. Her motions were almost automatic and much more refined than the last time he’d seen her.
    She stood. Mindful of her posture, she kept her head up and looked straight ahead. She drew her shoulder blades together, then parted her legs and waited.
    “You have been working on that,” he said.
    “Yes, Sir. I want to please you.”
    He didn’t acknowledge that she’d spoken. “Open your mouth.”
    Fear gripped her that he’d put the dam in her mouth again, but he didn’t.
    Surprising her, he said, “Close it.”
    He never did what she expected.
    “You’ve shaved again.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t sure whether he’d expected an answer or not.
    Even though he stepped back and a bit to the side, she continued to look ahead. Since she didn’t want the thick collar fastened around her neck, and further, she wanted to prove her commitment, she was determined to do what he demanded of her.
    “Present your breasts.”
    Though he hadn’t asked that of her before, she’d seen Brandy do it at the Den. Chelsea lifted her breasts and drew them together, hoping she was doing it right.
    “Perfect. Pinch your nipples.”
    She did it harder than she liked, because she knew he expected it. He stood there, watching as she applied the pressure. She continued to do as she was told, without question, even though it was becoming more and more painful.
    “Now release them and part your pussy lips.”
    He was being cold with her, and she fought against her instinctive rebellion. She should have expected this. She made her movements as elegant as possible.
    His inspection of her inner lips as he felt for stray hairs wasn’t as brutal as the demonstration he’d given her at Master Damien’s, but she could have been a stranger to him for all the attention he paid her. This was perfunctory. Or at least it would be unless he found she’d been remiss. And she’d for damn sure not been remiss.
    “Show me your ass.”
    She swallowed deeply and lowered herself to all fours, facing the fire. She placed her forehead on the floor, then reached back with both hands to part her ass cheeks.
    Like he had earlier, he regarded her. Or at least that was what she thought he was doing. He made no sound to indicate any movement.
    Even though her heart was thumping, she stayed where she was, open and exposed. No doubt this was a test. She vowed not to fail this time.
    After a while, she heard him moving around the room. She resisted the temptation to turn her head and peek.
    She felt something press against her anus.
    “Open up, naughty sub.”
    She closed her eyes and bore down. He inserted something, probably his finger, and probed her, stretching her hole.
    “Have you ever worn a plug?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “And what you mean is, no sir, not until now.”
    “No, Sir,” she repeated. “I have not worn a plug until now.”
    He didn’t tell her what he was doing, and she felt him insert a second finger. She moved just a bit to accommodate him.
    “Now I’m going to put a small plug in your ass. It’s a starter one, and you could perhaps tolerate something bigger. But I’ll expect you to work up to something much, much larger over the next few days.”
    She’d never experimented much anally, and she wasn’t sure how much she wanted to now. But she understood some Doms would want or expect it. For a moment, she thought of Master Alexander fucking her hard up the ass while she screamed in pleasure. Then, remembering her ultimate goal, she replaced the image with one of Master Evan C.
    “Please turn your head and look at this.”
    He crouched next to her. Their faces were mere inches apart, and the intimacy startled her. She’d forgotten how devastatingly good-looking he was. He wore black trousers and a white