On His Terms by Sierra Cartwright Page A

the way he’d used her earlier, the tips were still swollen and sensitive, and that only heightened her need.
    When she was on the verge of an orgasm, he stopped.
    “Knees over my shoulders,” he instructed.
    Damn, how could he read her so well?
    He helped her into the position he wanted. “Perfect,” Master Alexander said. He leant forward, letting her body take his weight. It stretched her hamstrings unbelievably, and it permitted him in so deep she couldn’t draw a full breath.
    “Sir…”
    “All of me, girl. Take all of me.”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    He held her ankles tenderly, but pistoned his hips, and she screamed.
    The discomfort of being impaled so forcefully made her come. She hadn’t asked permission—she hadn’t been capable of it. The climax had claimed her so hard and fast, she was helpless.
    “Beautiful, my horny little cock slut,” he said, but the words held no threat of retribution. “There’s more.” After he released the grip he’d had on her ankles, he brushed her hands aside and pinched her nipples as he continued to ride her.
    “I apologise, Sir. I—” Her scream swallowed the rest of the words. The exquisite agony he inflicted, combined with the relentless, deep pounding, made her come again.
    Chelsea was lost.
    He groaned as he fucked her. It felt impossibly hard to her, and so very sexy. Their gazes collided and she saw raw desire there. Then he closed his eyes and gave a deep guttural moan. That she had that kind of power over him intoxicated her. As he ejaculated, his dick got bigger, and the penetration was deeper than ever. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time.
    More considerate than any lover she’d been with, he released her breasts and played with her clit to bring her off one more time. She came so hard that she forced out his semi-hard penis.
    “Stay there,” he said.
    As if she could move, even if he ordered her to.
    Realising she was panting, she took a steadying breath.
    He removed the condom and quickly cleaned up, then returned with a cool washcloth to soothe and cleanse her pussy. “Thank you, Sir.” She’d never had a man do this before. And she liked it.
    He offered his hand to help her up. “You’ve made this a memorable birthday. Thank you.”
    She was satiated. And more determined than ever to get this man to agree to train her. She just needed a plan.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    “Chelsea did what?” Alex asked, sitting back in his chair and looking out of the window towards the foothills. Damien’s call had surprised Alex, but his gut-twisting reaction to the news stunned him.
    “She called Niles,” Damien repeated unnecessarily.
    On the surface, that wasn’t a bad idea. At one time, Niles had been as well-known as he was respected in the community. Since the death of his wife, he’d become reclusive. He participated in some scenes filmed at the Den, but he saw no one beyond professional models and actresses. Just like Alex, Niles had an edge to him. But Niles was rougher, more remote. Some wondered if he was capable of emotional attachment. Alex shoved away the unwelcome idea that the same description could apply to him.
    “Niles turned her down,” Damien continued. “But he gave her several recommendations.”
    She wouldn’t be deterred. Alex should have realised that and not ended the evening the way he had, by wishing her well in her endeavours. She wanted to snag Evan C, and so would recklessly pursue any path that got her there. It didn’t matter that he’d refused to train her, she would find someone, anyone who would. And not everyone could be trusted. Foolish girl. “Thanks for the heads-up,” he said.
    Before ending the call, he updated Damien on a couple of their investments, one that was doing as well as expected, one that was performing better than anticipated. They didn’t make up for the colossal failure of the Bartholomew deal, but it was a start. He was pursuing other opportunities, but before he said