His Sub by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 27: Terry
Terry pulled Maggie’s thighs from his shoulders, kissing one and then the other before putting them down and sitting back on his feet. God, she was sweet and so fucking eager. He wiped his face with his sleeve. She was limp on the chair, her hair a riotous mess of curls around her and her face and chest flushed from her orgasm. “I should punish you for coming.”
“What?” Her eyes fluttered open as she lifted her head.
“But I hadn’t told you that rule.” He should’ve gone over all of them, but he’d been waiting to have her for too long. “So instead, I’ll just fuck you.”
“Yes, go ahead.” She closed her eyes, relaxing back on the chair.
He couldn’t help it. He laughed. “Oh, don’t think you’ll be a languid participant.” He leaned over her, letting her feel how much bigger he was than her, how much at his mercy she was. When in reality, he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want or wouldn’t like.
“No. Of course not.” She stared up at him, her hazel eyes filled with sparks of green and gold. “Wh-what you did was lovely. Now, it’s your turn.”
“Damn straight.” His mouth came down on hers.
She was so giving and willing. She opened immediately and let him ravage her. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, pressing against his erection. He moaned in her mouth. He had to have her, but he wanted her eager for him, not just willing to let him use her body to rut his way to orgasm. He pulled away and she didn’t fight him.
“Not like this.”
“Not like what?” She was confused and that was perfect.
“Like this.” He picked her up and turned her around so she was kneeling in front of the chair. He pressed on her back.
“What are you doing?” She struggled against him.
He had her attention now. No more numbness from orgasm. “Sir and don’t question me.”
“Okay.” She stopped struggling and let him lower her until her face rested on the cushion.
He adjusted her legs so they were spread wide, her white ass an offering to him. “Yes. Just like this.” His hand caressed down her spine to her voluptuous rear. Fuck, he was going to explode.
“Terry…Sir…I…I’m not sure I like this.”
The quaver in her voice made it clear that she was uncomfortable about her body again and he wouldn’t allow that. It was a crime. She was a goddess of old—round and ripe, ready to be a feast for a poor mortal man like him.
“I’m sure.” He leaned over her, his lips at her ear. She shivered and he grinned. “Trust me. You’ll like this. You already like this.”
“Ah…”
“You’re wet again, aren’t you? You can feel the ache, the emptiness inside you waiting for my cock, can’t you?”
Her body trembled and she nodded.
“Say it, rabbit. I need to hear the words.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir what?”
She turned, trying to see him. He grinned against her ear. She had no idea what he wanted her to say.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes…Sir.”
“Do you ache”—his fingers traveled between her thighs to her pussy, tapping her—“here, for me?”
“Oh…”
“Say it.” He moved his hand away.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it. All of it.”
“I can’t talk like that.” The scarlet hue of her embarrassment was traveling from her cheeks toward her shoulders.
“You can and you will.” He ran his finger over her clit, teasing with light caresses and then pressing down until her ass wigged against him. He couldn’t help it. He shifted so she rubbed against his cock. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Yes.” She gasped as she pushed against his hand.
If he didn’t watch it, she’d come again. He slowed, his fingers teasing her folds. “Say it, rabbit. Tell me what you want. Tell me what I do to you.”
“Please…Sir, please.” She wiggled her ass more and he groaned. “Take me. Do it.”
His jaw clenched as he forced himself to sit back on his feet, to leave that haven of warmth and softness, that hot piece of heaven calling to him. “That’s not good enough.”
“What?” She started to sit up, but he put his hand on her back, holding her in place.
“Stay.” He took off his tie. “I want to hear the words, Maggie.” He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back.
“Terry, what are you doing?” She was trying to see over her shoulder.
“Tying you up.” He wrapped the tie around her wrists in an intricate knot, dragging out the process of confinement because it’d make her that much more tense, more nervous and more turned on.
