Read Online On His Terms by Sierra Cartwright - Free Book Online

desires into account. A good sub in turn trusts he will make good decisions on her behalf. If you have any preferences, now is a good time to express them.”
    “I don’t like this,” she admitted.
    “Over the next two weeks, there will be plenty of things you don’t like. You have a choice to deal with it or end your training.”
    She drummed her fingers on the table.
    “This isn’t as easy as you’d anticipated, is it?”
    The waiter stopped by, and Alex ordered them each a glass of red wine. She set her chin mutinously, but said nothing.
    “You may find my dominance irritating. Or you could decide it’s nice to have someone take care of you for a change. It can be a struggle, or not. But understand this, bad behaviour will be corrected and perhaps punished. So, Chelsea, shall we proceed, or just have dinner as friends?”
    “Do you expect me to address you as Sir, even in public?”
    “When we are out as a Dom and sub, yes. If we were at a business event, that would be discussed and rules agreed to beforehand.”
    She was silent for so long he wasn’t sure if she was going to answer. Finally she said, “I like my steak medium-rare, Sir.”
    He nodded. “Now sit up straight. I like that you dressed according to my desires.”
    “I am, Sir. It feels weird not wearing a bra.”
    “I like to see your nipples. And visualising them with clamps on.”
    She sipped from her water. “I’m not sure I’ve recovered from last weekend.”
    “Poor thing.”
    “I’m not hearing any sympathy, Sir.”
    “No. You’re not.” The waiter returned with the wine, and Alex ordered their meals and remembered to say, “Please ensure there is no parsley anywhere near the lady’s plate.”
    The man nodded.
    She smiled.
    When they were alone again, Alex asked her, “Rather painless, wasn’t it?”
    “Yes, Sir. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d made it in my mind.”
    “Did it take away from your empowerment?”
    She sank against the back of her chair. “No.” She picked up her wine. “It didn’t change who I am, Sir, or the fact I’m capable of ordering my own food at any other time.”
    He nodded. “First lesson. Being submissive doesn’t take away anything from you as a person or as a woman. You’ll enjoy the meal you wanted, cooked the way you like, and you delighted me in the process.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Not all Doms order for their subs, but many do. Take your lead from him, or her, and don’t argue in the process.”
    “I understand,” she said.
    As they drank wine, she told him about her desire to succeed.
    “My father abandoned us when I was ten. Mom forced me to go to college so that I wouldn’t end up struggling like she had. She made sure I knew I couldn’t count on anyone except myself.” She toyed with her knife and fork. “She worked her ass off at two jobs so I could go to community college, then on to university.”
    “And taught you never to take no for an answer.”
    “True. It just means I need to find another way of asking the question,” she said. “And you? When are you going to let me organise a charity function for Monahan Capital?”
    “Do you ever give up?”
    “Certainly, Sir.” She smiled. “As soon as I get what I want.”
    He relaxed in his chair, watching her. That smile wasn’t the hundred-watt fake one she usually gave him. This one was fun, impish, and it revealed a playful side of her that he hadn’t known existed. He liked that she was more complex than he’d realised.
    The waiter delivered their meals, and when he checked back to be sure everything was okay, Alex glanced at Chelsea.
    “It’s fabulous, Sir.”
    “Well done,” he told her when the waiter left.
    “You were right,” she said. “Not just tonight, but the other night. If I think about what my Dom wants, the struggle isn’t as difficult.”
    “Lesson two,” he said. “At this rate, we’ll be done in three days.”
    “Do you think so?” she asked, holding a fork poised near her