Under his command, p.15
Under His Command, page 15
part #2 of Decadence L.A. Series
She made a little squeaking noise as the air caught in her throat, feeling a pinch much lower as her muscles stretched to accommodate him.
“Breathe,” he ordered in a low, husky tone. “Holding it makes you tense up. Inhale deep and blow out slowly. It will help you relax and take me.”
Doing as he said, she sucked in a long gulp of air and blew it out. When she did, he moved inside further. Now seated enough not to need his hands, he slid one around in front and found her clit. As he circled it and rubbed steadily, she continued to breathe like he instructed, and he sank in more. With care, he took his time until she felt his hips against the backs of her thighs, and the flat of his abdomen against her bottom.
Flynn released her from the headboard, but he didn’t uncuff her. Then he pulled her up, and with her back to his front, lifted her hands over his head and hooked them behind his neck. With her bound to him now, he began to move, his hand working her pussy in front while his cock pumped steady and deep into her ass from behind. He still had one hand free and slid it up to palm one breast, while his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple.
“Mmmm, Flynn,” she moaned, “that feels so good.”
He pinched, tugging on the tip firmly while his other hand slipped further between her thighs. Then, with the thumb on her clit busily thrumming, he plunged two fingers into her pussy without ever breaking rhythm.
“You feel more than good; you’re incredible. And, while I like hearing my name with your voice husky from passion, we’re at the club. I expect to hear, sir. Master or commander will do nicely as well.” His mouth opened on her neck and he licked his way up to her ear. “Let me hear you say it, Cassie.”
“Commander,” she replied, panting as he continued to drive her toward another climax.
“Very nice,” he growled as he sucked on her earlobe, nipping it with his teeth. “How’s this, imp? Still bored?”
“No, never.” She bent her head to the side, offering him complete access. “Any more spice and I’ll be a blob of quivering jelly on the sheets.”
“We’ll need to build your endurance. Because this is only round two and I’ve got more planned for you tonight.”
“It’s round three for me, four with the double orgasm, but yes, please, and thank you, sir.”
“I aim to please you until you come screaming, sweet Cassie. Would you like that?”
“You mean more than you already have? That much pleasure might kill me, but I’m willing to give it the old college try.”
He tweaked a nipple. When she yelped, he gave it a firm pinch as he gently chided, “Mm, you’re a sassy imp, tonight. And here I am out of hands.” He moved to the other breast and rolled and pinched its hard peak.
“Sorry, sir. I’ll be good, just don’t stop.”
“Now what would be the fun in that?”
His hand left her breast and slid up to her jaw, turning her head until he held her gaze. With his big cock gliding in and out of her ass, and the hand between her thighs relentlessly working her pussy, he waited until a keening moan of need rose from her throat. Only then, with his lips barely brushing hers, did her commander speak the words she’d been waiting for. “You may come now, baby.”
When she let go, he kissed her, his tongue delving deep, his mouth absorbing her bliss-filled cries. She came hard, her pussy and ass clenching tight around his fingers and cock, both passages spasming as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.
A throaty rumble sounded in her ear as Flynn continued to stroke into her, deep and deliberate for several more thrusts. She could tell he was close when he picked up speed and buried his face in her hair. Then his arms flexed around her tightly as he also found bliss and followed her into a glorious, body shaking release.
After every twitch and tremor had subsided, he undid the quick release on her cuffs and eased her onto the pillows. Taking care of the condom in the bathroom she hadn’t noticed, he returned shortly. The bed shifted beneath his weight as he fitted his big body to her own, spooning her from behind.
“I’m glad I was there to pull a half-drowned waif from the frigid surf late last summer,” he murmured into her hair. “And, that we straightened the age difference out.”
“And I’m glad you were the big, strong, handsome hero who came to my rescue, even though you threatened to spank my behind first and ask questions later. That we were complete strangers and had so much in common, must have been fate.”
“Must have been,” he breathed into her hair, his arms flexing around her, and drawing her in tight. “You don’t know how badly I wanted to turn you over my knee, peel down those skimpy shorts, and teach you the error of your ways.”
“And I was hoping you would. We’re perfect for each other, but it seems too good to be true. Pinch me, Flynn, so I know this isn’t a dream.” His hand slid up and curled around her breast, his thumb first flicking, then his fingers slowly rolling the over-sensitized tip. “I think I’ve done plenty of that already. If you still don’t believe, let me recover for a moment, and I’ll take you upstairs. There is one more hole I haven’t claimed.”
She snuggled back against him. The notion of taking him into her mouth and pleasuring him the way he had done her, made her smile. Although her body was buzzing from having come four times already, she was eager to even the score. A brief respite, while cuddled in his arms, wasn’t something she was going to protest, however. Closing her eyes, she relaxed into him, for the first time in her adult life feeling content and that she was complete, realizing what she’d been missing all along.
It was Flynn; he made her whole, and though she’d fought it, filled with self-doubt, she should have felt their connection. It had been there all along, his tender care of her and his protectiveness. Knowing that he’d fought the attraction as much as she had, she recalled all the soft smiles and frequent touches which she realized now stemmed from more than affection and didn’t understand how she could have been so dense.
“We couldn’t see the forest for the trees,” she whispered aloud. “I always thought I understood what that meant but really had no clue. So much time wasted.”
“Hush, imp. No regrets. Our eyes are wide open now, and there’s only a bright future ahead of us.”
Chapter 13
After allowing her a short doze, Flynn tucked her into one of the ultra-soft robes the club kept on hand for aftercare. Cashmere, by his guess, noticing how Cassie snuggled into the ultra-soft fabric with a contented sigh. No doubt it cost a small fortune. The owners never skimped on amenities for their members; thus, the club was aptly named, and the membership fees hefty. Now, more than ever before, since he had Cassie to enjoy it with him, he found it well worth the expense.
With her warm and covered from chin to ankles, he scooped her up in his arms, flipped the “needs cleaning” sign on the door, then strode down the darkened hall to the stairs that led to the third floor and the owners’ private apartments.
Eight in all, he entered the largest at the far end of the long corridor. It belonged to Eric and Val, and he smiled when he saw a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice on the bar. Setting his sleepy new sub on her feet, he guided her one-handed into the bathroom, while grabbing two glasses and the bottle with the other, as they passed.
Seeing her sway, he propped her against the wall, before filling the tub. As steam heated the room, he gathered several thick, thirsty towels and laid them nearby, then looked over the variety of bath soaps on the vanity. He selected eucalyptus mint, the only neutral scent that wouldn’t leave him smelling like a flower or a fruit salad. After starting the Jacuzzi jets, he squeezed a generous amount of body wash into the churning water, then turned his attention back to Cassie.
Drowsy and looking fucking adorable, he stripped off her robe and lifted her into the tub, not letting go until she sank into the oodles of bubbles up to her rosy tipped breasts.
She hissed, but it soon changed to a throaty groan.
“Is it too hot?” he asked.
“Un-uh,” she purred. “It’s perfect.”
Amused, and eager to join her, he hurried and popped the cork on the champagne, then poured them each a glass.
“Scoot forward,” he ordered as he stepped into the steamy, sudsy bath with a full glass in each hand. Although filled to the brim, he managed not to spill a drop as he lowered himself in behind her, his legs grazing her hips and thighs as he extended his much longer ones the length of the big tub. He wrapped her fingers around one of the champagne flutes before easing her back against him. “I’m not done with you yet. Only one glass for you, or you’ll be nodding off again.”
Over her shoulder, he watched as she wrinkled her nose—so fucking cute—but took a sip without protesting.
They soaked, savoring the expensive vintage Eric had provided while enjoying the quiet moment together. When he’d drained his glass, he set it aside and picked up a loofah. Starting at her neck, Flynn bathed her, fascinated by the water and bubbles sliding over her flawless skin. He squeezed the sponge over her shoulders sending frothy suds down her chest and over what he could see of her breasts where they peeked above the water line. While rinsing away the foam obscuring his view, he opted for no barriers between him and her beautiful body and switched to using only his hands. He washed her arms, chest, and breasts, lingering on the latter and reveling in the feel of his fingers gliding over the slick globes, and bringing each nipple to a hard point. Noticing her breathing quickening, he moved on, still needing to wash the rest of her before things got out of control.
“Drape your legs over mine.”
Wonderfully compliant, she did as he asked, lounging against him while opening herself up to his touch.
Moving down her belly, he rubbed his soap-slicked hands over her hips, the length of her legs, then back up the insides to her spread thighs. There, he raised his hips, bringing her pussy to the surface of the water. After scooping up handfuls of suds, he ran his fingertips the length of her slit, then with two fingers, delved into her heat and soaped her there too.
She arched into his touch, seeking more. He gave it to her, but only for a minute, then withdrew. With a pat on her inner thigh, rosy pink from the warm water, he ordered. “Flip over, and I’ll get your back.”
“But Flynn, I was almost there.”
He squelched a laugh at how disappointed she sounded, then brought his hand down, this time for a light spank instead of a pat, right on her pussy. She yelped and slammed her legs together, sitting up in surprise. Her movements sent a wave over the edge of the tub. He didn’t scold her because her response trapped his hand between her thighs. Never one to miss an opportunity, he sank two fingers into her pussy, while his thumb found her clit.
“You are rusty, imp. Does the sub decide how we go about things?”
“No, sir,” she answered, breathing hard.
“That’s right. As the Dom, I’m driving this ship. And I’ve decided there’ll be no more coming tonight without permission.” He removed his hand. “Now flip over so I can finish.”
He relieved her of her glass before she turned to face him. Grasping her hips, he slid her upward, her breasts gliding along his chest in the water. Her eyes had lost their sleepy appearance and grown darker, the dilated pupils indicative of her unquenched desire.
Flynn shifted her until their hips aligned, then he guided her legs to the outside of his, so she straddled him again, this time front to front. Already hard, he fitted his length against the wet seam of her pussy.
Her lips parted on an indrawn breath, then curved into a sultry smile. “Your recuperative powers are amazing, Commander. It makes me wonder how much you have in reserves. By my count, you’re behind four orgasms to two.” She shook her head sadly. “That just doesn’t seem fair.”
Chuckling, he brushed back the few strands of hair that clung to her cheeks, and finger combed the rest of the thick, wet mass over her shoulders. “You’re keeping score?”
“No,” she said quickly, then admitted with a grin, “Well, kind of.”
“I’m pacing myself.” He slid his hands beneath the heavy drape of hair around her shoulders. “And I’ve learned to value quality, over quantity, something I plan to teach you. Still, I have a six-month drought to make up for, and I’ll expect your full cooperation to help me even the score.”
As one hand curled around her nape, his fingers splayed wide to encompass both cheeks, while he pumped his hips, the iron hard length gliding through her folds, proving he not only had the fortitude to take her again but the intention.
“You have it, sir. Along with my appreciation of your stamina, which for a man of your years—” She yelped before she could finish, responding to the stinging smack he landed on the rosy cheeks peeking up through the bubbles.
“I’ll make a deal with you. I won’t call you girl genius or kiddo if you refrain from calling me an old man.”
“I was going to say years of experience.”
That earned her a pinch. “Same thing, imp.”
“I meant years of experience… in the lifestyle. I swear it wasn’t a crack about your age, Flynn.” The gleam in her eyes and the slight twitch of her lips belied both claims.
While he shook his head, he murmured more to himself than to her, “And she wonders how I came up with her nickname.” He rubbed the spot he’d so recently chastised, as he met her gaze. “Fibbers are dealt with harshly in my household. Be warned.”
She pushed up from his chest with another splash but ignored it as she stared down at him. With her breasts gleaming and soapy, and her skin glowing and flushed, she made a pretty picture, but she was either unconcerned or oblivious to the fact. “Your household,” she repeated. “Does that mean you want me to move in with you?”
He frowned. “Where did you think this was headed, Cassie? I don’t want you thirty minutes away on the mainland when I can have you in my bed. We’ll go by your place tomorrow and pack a bag, then worry about moving the rest in next weekend.”
She bit her lip. “Are you sure this isn’t too soon? What if I have a bad habit you can’t stand, like leaving the cap off the toothpaste?”
“I have creative ways to correct bad habits.” His fingers flexed on her behind as he gave her a reminder squeeze. “Besides, wasn’t it you, only moments ago, regretting all the time we wasted?”
“Yes, but living together, isn’t that a huge step? We haven’t even been out on a date. And we’ve barely talked about what we like and don’t like. You know, about sex and all the BDSM stuff.” Her face glowed pink with embarrassment as she tried to make her point. “Especially that. There are limits and rules to discuss. Shouldn’t we hash everything out first?”
“Earlier, you said you were falling in love with me, Cassie. Was that true?”
He grinned at her shyness and the captivating flush in her cheeks, but she didn’t hesitate in her response. “I misspoke, Flynn.”
Dread lanced through his heart. Had he heard her right? “What was that?”
“I should have said I’ve already fallen—past tense. I think I’ve loved you from the start.”
Closing his eyes, he bent forward, his forehead coming to rest against hers. “You scared me for a moment there.” As the pain receded, he gathered her closer. “I love you, too, Cassie, and isn’t that the only thing we need to hash out before we get started?”
Her nose crinkled as she considered his answer—so fucking cute. Eventually, she nodded.
Flynn couldn’t keep from chuckling. “That wasn’t very convincing. Nor was a frown the reaction I expected when I told you I love you for the first time.”
Her mouth rounded. “Oh my God, Flynn. I didn’t mean to brush off what you said, not at all.” Tears pooled in her eyes. “See what I mean? I’m awful at relationships.”
“Baby, I was teasing.” He slid his hands to her face, cupping her jaw as he brought her in for a kiss, but when she whispered, “I don’t want to mess this up; you mean too much to me,” he drew back.
“You won’t mess us up; I won’t let it happen.”
“We sent each other conflicting messages for months and have only played once. How can you know that?”
Taking in her worried expression, his arms tightened around her. “Fine, if you need to hash this out, here goes. A man of my years, in the lifestyle, as you say, knows what he wants. And I want you.” He paused, seeing that wasn’t enough to convince her. “Since we’ve eliminated the misguided assumptions keeping us apart, I want it all. And I’ll be damned if I let you go back to your apartment, only to see you every other Friday for lunch and when our schedules allow. I waited six long months already. I want you with me, at my house, and in my bed.” He used his thumbs to wipe away the tears tracking down her cheeks. “As for the rest, Cassie, we’ll take it as it comes.” He nudged her chin up and his lips lightly brushed hers. “I train newbies for a living, that takes a patient man. I’ll have no problem teaching you what I like.”
“The methods you use for training in your day job are a bit extreme, sir.”
“I won’t haul you down to the grinder if you misbehave, if that’s what you’re worried about. Over my knee for a sound paddling is more my style.”
She sniffled, a hint of a smile gracing her tear streaked, though still beautiful, face. “I already learned that about you.”
He quirked a brow and grinned. “See what I mean? We don’t need to hash out rules and formal protocols. We’ll work it out as we go. The exploring and excitement of discovery are half the fun, anyway. I don’t need a list of what you’ve tried and with whom. Hell, the thought of you with anyone else pisses me off. It’s irrational, but I don’t care. You’re mine, and I can’t think of you any other way.”
He knew he had allayed some of her fears when the tiny lines between her perfectly arched brows disappeared. His hands slid down her back and curved around her bottom. He hoped his next decree would ease her worries even more. “As we build a future together, let’s leave history, both yours and mine where it belongs, in our past.”
