Under his command, p.18
Under His Command, page 18
part #2 of Decadence L.A. Series
After placing a kiss on her inner thigh, Flynn stepped back.
“With your fingers, spread yourself open. Then I want you to touch yourself, Cassie. Get your pussy wet. Show our audience what they can look at and dream about, but can never have, because you’re mine. All of this beauty is for me.”
Flushing fiercely, the heat coming close to scalding her cheeks, she slid her hands between her parted thighs and separated her lips. She felt the coolness of the air, which wasn’t cool at all, except against the molten heat of her pussy, it seemed to be.
“That’s my good girl. Take one finger and rub your clit. Make yourself come for me.”
With her eyes on the mirrored ceiling and her naked reflection, she swallowed, her throat dry. They darted to the wall behind Flynn, the only one without her image because of the large open windows. At least two dozen club members looked in, all of them able to see what she did in the mirrors, which was everything.
When she hesitated, Flynn ordered, “Now, Cassie.”
“I don’t think I can come with everyone watching.”
“You’re wrong. Your juices are flowing already, so much that you’ve left a wet spot on the table, without the first touch of my hand. You’re so turned on, I predict you come apart with only a few strokes.”
Her finger moved to her clit, tapping at first, then circling, but it would never work. Knowing they were watching was too intense. She squirmed under his scrutiny.
“May I have a blindfold, sir?”
“No. I want your eyes wide open. But I could give you a little help, would you like that?”
“Yes, sir, please.”
“I’m happy to oblige, but there’s a price. You aren’t allowed to come, not without my permission. Do you still want my help?”
She didn’t think an orgasm was possible, not like this, so she agreed. “Yes, Flynn.”
A sharp crack resounded in the room, at the same time the biting sting from his hand flared across her upper thigh. “What are you supposed to call me at the club?”
“Sir, I meant yes, sir.”
“Excellent. Now, rub your clit. I want to see how wet you can get with me watching.”
“But I thought you would... I thought you might...”
“Use my fingers or tongue? I said I’d help, imp, but not how.”
“That’s not fair!”
He chuckled. “I didn’t promise to be fair, either. First, I want to play for a bit. You’ll get to come, in time.” His eyes locked on hers, waiting.
She did as he ordered, using as motivation, thoughts of his fingers and tongue on her, both teasing and delving at once. Separating the wet folds of her sex, she used her index finger and slowly circled the hard nub that was the center point of her pleasure.
“That’s my good girl, and so fucking hot. Don’t stop; I’ll be right back.”
All around her, like in a giant kaleidoscope, she saw Flynn. Dressed all in black, he looked as sexy as he did in his summer whites, and larger than usual—taller, broader—though she knew it wasn’t possible. Maybe it was the monochromatic black, but with his fitted shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders and the denim molded to his ass, she couldn’t tear her gaze away as he crossed to a table by the wall.
Too busy watching the way his beautiful body moved she missed what he retrieved from the black toy bag he’d brought with him tonight.
They had yet to explore the full contents of his Master’s bag. He’d made it off limits to her, saying he’d introduce her in his own time. She’d been good and hadn’t peeked, although she wanted to. And as the weeks passed, and her curiosity mounted, she identified with Pandora. Her imagination ran wild wondering about the more advanced tools she was sure his bag contained, things which might bring her toward the other end of the spectrum—exquisite erotic pain.
He’d used several implements on her at home. Cassie loved his suede flogger with its lightweight threads, which in Flynn’s skilled hands made her purr like a contented cat. He brought out leather cuffs often because they both liked when she lay bound and helpless beneath him. And he had some wonderful battery-powered buzzing toys which he seemed to enjoy using as much as she did. And he could be creative.
Once, he’d bound her between the corner posts of their covered patio. With her arms wide and her body open and vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do, he’d slipped a vibrating egg up inside her—set to low speed, or what she called pure torment—and flogged her for nearly an hour.
Deliberately building from light teasing strokes to firm thwaps with the soft leather, Flynn worked the lash expertly until her body was humming right along with the multi-speed remote controlled egg. He hadn’t been able to finish as he’d planned because she’d gotten loud. Despite his warnings to hush, her moans had gotten out of control, rising in the night air. He’d silenced her with his mouth and left her whimpering with need while he uncuffed her, then carried her inside, grumbling almost as loudly about getting back to the club where they wouldn’t have to worry about waking the neighbors.
Now, here they were, at an exclusive BDSM club, a safe place where he could do wildly kinky things to her body, and no one would complain, or call the cops if she screamed. Quite the opposite, they’d relish every shriek and groan, and cheer her on to the big finish.
A flash of black in the mirrors told her Flynn was on the move again. When he returned to stand at the foot of the table, his gaze fixed on where she splayed herself open for him. The silver glimmer of desire in his eyes as he watched her stroke her clit, had her breathlessly anticipating what he planned next.
He didn’t make her wait. Raising the long black rod in his hand, he whooshed it through the air a few times, as though testing its weight and reaction. The soft swishing sound was a blast straight out of her past. She’d been spanked with a crop before and enjoyed it, but with Flynn, whom she loved and wanted to please more than anyone she’d ever been with, she had a feeling “enjoy” might be an understatement.
Body quivering in anticipation, her nipples hard, aching peaks, liquid heat pooled between her thighs, so much so, she felt the slickness against her fingertip making it easier for it to dance over her clit. He would know at a glance how much she wanted this.
As if hearing her thoughts, his eyes homed in on her wet center. Knowing he watched made the ache worse. Her hips moved restlessly, and her breathing became erratic, unsure how much longer she could hold off. This had to be the help he had promised, his presence and his gaze. Amazing. The next instant, she was ready to explode, despite the onlookers.
After another quiet moment of watching, his gaze swept up her body to her face. Satisfaction and pride reflected warmly in the small upward tilt of his lips and the glint in his eyes. He moved again, coming to her side, which left her open and on full display to the eager eyes of the club members’ that his big body had been blocking.
A murmur of approval rose from the crowd, and her finger stopped, as did her breathing.
“Eyes on me, Cassie,” he ordered. As soon as she looked at him, he acted.
With the crop, he drew the long leather rectangle over her breasts, turning it on its edge, so it dragged against each nipple. He focused on one, flicking it until it stood up hard like a bullet, then brought it down with a sharp snap, causing her back to bow off the table.
“Keep that finger moving. I didn’t tell you to stop.’’
She hadn’t realized she had. Battling the need to come while screaming his name to the heavens, she opened her legs to their former position, her finger getting busy again.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, moving the crop to the other breast. “Add another finger and try not to lose position this time.”
The flicking started in again, and despite knowing what was coming, she reacted with a guttural moan when the leather zipped against the other peak with a decisive smack.
Her body quivered, but she stayed in place this time, although she couldn’t keep her fingers from moving faster, bringing her nearer to the climax her body craved.
“So very hungry, but I haven’t given you permission, imp. I think you’d better remove your hand from your pussy and be good.”
She didn’t want to stop, but she did, biting her lip to keep from begging for release. To do so this early in the scene would be disappointing. Watching Flynn, she couldn’t miss the pleased look that crossed his face when she drew her hand away and gripped the edge of the table. But he said nothing more, resuming with the crop in light taps of the leather end, all over her breasts. Flicking it rapidly, he moved over the tops, down the sides, and slapped in an upward motion from beneath making them bounce, which was more sensual torture.
Cassie didn’t arch toward him or beg for release, but she tensed. With her arms by her sides, this made her swollen breasts plump up even more. With a hum of approval, Flynn leaned in and took first one tip into his mouth, then the other. Sucking and swirling, he moved between the two, ensuring equal attention was paid to both while she panted and tried not to come.
“Such pretty breasts, I could linger here all night.”
She would love that but hoped he wouldn’t. She needed more, but lower, about two feet south to be exact. He seemed to agree. Standing, he brought the crop back into play, trailing it down her belly with unbearable slowness until it reached her mound. She couldn’t help it; her hips rose to meet the leather, an extension of his arm, and of him.
“Be still, Cassie.”
“I’m trying.”
“Do more than try. Obey me. Do you need to be restrained?”
“Yes, sir!” she said too quickly, making him chuckle.
“So eager for bondage. How could I have ever thought you were vanilla?”
“It’s the ponytail. It makes me look eighteen. I should cut it.”
“Don’t you dare!” he warned, his deep voice snapping like a whip. “I love your long hair. It’s silky, and shiny, and glides seductively around your shoulders when down. I’d miss combing my fingers through it while you cuddle up next to me in bed or wrapping it around my fist when I fuck you from behind.”
“Flynn!”
He grinned, bringing the crop down with a sharp snap on the neatly trimmed tuft of blonde fluff in front. “What was that?”
“Sir, I meant, sir!”
“Besides,” he continued as if he’d already forgotten the mild correction. “It’s not the ponytail. You’re just too damn cute, with those big, baby blue eyes and pouty lips. Your pink gloss makes me feel like a dirty old man because I want to lick it right off. But mostly, it’s the way you gaze up at me with trust and innocence. Cutting your hair would do nothing to hide that pretty feature. And did I mention I forbid it?”
“You mean when you shouted, ‘don’t you dare’ loud enough to wake the dead?” she teased with a grin. “My ears are still ringing, sir, but I think I got your point, you like my hair.”
The crop came down with another smarting sting, but this time on the bare lips of her pussy making her hiss and shudder all at once.
“Your position is awfully precarious to be a smart ass, imp.”
“Sorry, sir,” she replied, trying to use the baby blues he’d mentioned to her advantage, and adding a little pout, for good measure.
“Right,” he drawled, not buying it for a minute. “But you’re forgiven. Now, where was I?”
He stroked the leather over her inner thighs, adding small little taps as he went, not enough to hurt, or even make her pink, although it did nothing to stave off the orgasm she felt building. All the stimulation, his undivided attention, the tingling aching places where his mouth and her finger had so recently been, the unceasing teasing of his crop, along with the crowd’s eyes upon her were driving her closer to the point of no return.
The leather moved higher, finding the quivering flesh of her splayed pussy where the tapping resumed. At any other time, the sound of wetness with each stroke would have been mortifying. She didn’t care, not right now, wanting him to get on with whatever he had planned, so long as he let her come, and soon.
“Ah, yes, I was discussing that look you have, all sweetness and light, but I’m learning that’s not always the case. Something I like, but also regret. I would have liked to have been the one to introduce you to the dark side, Cassie.”
“There is much I’ve never tried.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, like half the equipment I saw downstairs on the main floor.”
“You’re doing well with this, so we’ll play there soon. I’d love to see you naked on a cross. Or even better, inverted on the St. Catherine’s wheel. After I use the flogger, I could eat you while you suck my cock. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Flynn, but…”
“Uh, uh, uh,” he said before the crop went splat on her clit.
“I’d like that, Commander!” she cried.
“As would I. Decadence is a place to release your inhibitions and become as adventurous as you want, within our limits. But, tonight, since it’s the first time you’re the star of the show, but also a little skittish,” he angled his head toward the rapt eager faces looking in, “we’ll forego the bondage. And, I think I’ll want you to use your hands at times, like now.” The crop went away, and he stepped back. “Spread yourself, Cassie. Show me how close you are.”
“I’m about to go off like a rocket, sir. All this stopping and starting and talking and cropping has taken me to the edge.”
“But that would earn you a punishment, so you’ll have to find a way to keep from going over.”
“What do you do, sir?”
“When I want to make it last? I think of diving into the frigid Pacific. Remember the night we met, and how cold it was when I found you floundering in the surf. Think of that when you’re close.”
Her hesitation earned her several short, crisp swats to the top of her mound, and they didn’t stop until her hands moved to her pussy and she parted herself as he demanded.
“Did I forget to mention you still must do as I say?” His hands on her knees moved her legs farther apart until the cool air against her hot, wet skin told her every inch from pulsing clit to her tight timid hole was exposed to his avid gaze. “Beautiful,” he murmured appreciatively.
Using the crop again, but in an entirely different way, he slid the length of the smooth, narrow shaft through her folds. It felt strange gliding between her puffy lips, and the firm pressure on her engorged clit made her condition worse. When the handle, bumped against her cheeks along with the back of his hand, he switched directions, dragging it back through in reverse, ending with a tap on her clit, this one, not in punishment was much lighter. Still, it made a loud splat.
“You’re dripping wet, baby. I can see your desire trickling between your cheeks, and your clit is standing up, eager for attention. Shall I give it some?”
Imagining lying in the cold waves rolling in on Coronado Beach wasn’t helping. Afraid to speak, her answer was a guttural, “Uh-huh,” between her gritted teeth.
“Aw, such sweet torture, but you’re doing so well. The reward at the end will be even greater because of it. Part yourself more, and I’ll give you what you want, but I need a nice, big, glistening target.”
Whimpering, and longing for release, she did as she was told. As soon as she did, the leather connected not once, not twice, but four times, landing directly on her clit. She cried out, unable to keep from it, “Please, Flynn… sir, may I come now?”
“No,” he replied softly, stopping all stimulation, even pulling her fingers away.
Her eyes shot up to his in surprise. Her man found great pleasure watching her climax and had told her so more than once, as such, he didn’t often deny her when she asked for it.
“What?” he asked while smiling down at her. “You requested my help and agreed to this bargain. You are not to come without my say. I have this room for another hour, and I intend to use every second to its fullest.”
She moaned in frustration. “I’ll die, I swear I will.”
“Doubtful,” he replied. “You’ve heard of edging, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir, but it never sounded like much fun on the receiving end.”
“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong.”
His fingertips stroked over her smooth lips, and around the inner folds, avoiding her clit, except to flick it, once, ever so lightly. The teasing made her want to scream, but she bit her lip instead, fighting against the wave of ecstasy that crested and threatened to pull her over. Her body trembled with the exertion.
“In time, you’ll learn to find joy in the journey, as much as the destination,” Flynn said as he spread kisses along her inner thighs. “You’ll find it’s often better to build it slowly, prolonging the mounting tension, drawing out the moment before you soar into ecstasy, only to have what you so desperately need, moved farther away. Then, you have to climb another peak, perhaps sliding back, a time or two, before you reach the summit again. And, when you’re hovering on the edge, waiting for me to send you over, and I deny you once again until you beg me to let you come, you’ll realize having me deep inside you, at last, finally driving it home, brings you more pleasure than you can imagine.”
Every nerve ending was ready to explode because as he’d spoken, he continued to caress her, demonstrating the edging he artfully described.
“I’ll take your word for it, sir, because this seems more like torture.”
“Sensual torture, erotic pain, sinful pleasure, it’s all much the same, just a matter of degrees and execution.” He slid a finger into her pussy, pumping twice, before adding another. Then he rotated his hand, rubbing the spot in front, something that was sure to send her hurtling over the top, but as her legs quivered, and sweat broke out on her skin, he slipped out, stopping as abruptly as he’d started. This time, he leaned in and blew over her inflamed skin, the warmth tickling and teasing. “You’ll have to accept my word, won’t you, or suffer the consequences of disobedience. Because that’s how our game goes, isn’t that right?”
