Page 14 of Under His Command

Chapter 4

With little time beforetraining classes started for the officers, Cassie rolled up her sleeves and got to work as soon as Flynn left her that first day. She worked well into the evening, with him stopping by to take her back to her car and thoughtful enough to have one of his men bring it to her when she wasn’t ready to leave.

She spent the next two days setting up each of the twelve simulator stations, and the thirdrunning system checks. By Thursday, she was ready for testing and invited two of the men in early for trials. Flynn hadn’t been one of them; he was much too distracting.

After her first day, she’d only had brief glimpses of him. He’d checked in with her daily, popping his head in around midday, or calling the control room in the morning. She’d declined his offers to help her find her way around the island. Not that she didn’t want to see him, but because she had a ton of work to get done and barely came up for air. When she had a few moments to spare, she politely refused, not wanting to be a pest.

It was late Friday morning, and she was tweaking the settings based on her test subjects’feedback when the control room doors opened with a softwhoosh. She looked up to see Flynn in the doorway, propping one of the double doors open with a broad shoulder and lean hip. Her pulse rate instantly picked up its pace.

It startled her each time she saw him. At first, she thought it was the crisp white uniform, fitted to his magnificent body as if tailored to it, and the way it contrasted with his golden tan. But today he wore khaki and still took her breath away. She couldn’t help the tingling of excitement that raced through her when he flashed his movie star smile her way.

Flynn didn’t have thepretty-boy, rom-com leading man sort of good looks. Instead, he had the striking ruggedness of an action hero with analphamale hotnessthat fueled her dreams. Over the past week, he had starred in every one of her fantasies, which had haunted her nights. Some centered on him scooping her up in his arms and carrying her off to his bed where he made wild, passionate love to her. Invariably, she woke up, before they got to the good parts—the happy ending—darn her luck.

Overshadowing the heart-melting romantic fantasies were the naughty ones.In these, he dominated with raw sexuality, tossing her over his shoulderwhen she lodged a token protest, and smacking her ass until it was a warm, rosy red. This had her quivering with desire to do his bidding, as well as doing him.

Since her subconscious mind was in charge, strict bondage and spanking were the headlining acts, both ranking in her top three favorite activities. Then he’d use herthoroughly, controlling her body to their mutual satisfaction, which was at the top of her list.

One started out with her tied to his bed in four-point restraints, Flynn over her, his cock deep insideher, not touching her anywhere except where they were joined. Then, somehow, she ended up with her feet above her head, ankles fastened to the same posts as her wrists.In this position, folded over like a taco shell, her bare, vulnerable bottom pointed skyward,she was helpless to do anything except cry out for more when he used her—relentlessly—with his mouth and fingers.

Another time she was on her knees, wrists bound to her ankles, chest to the bed, head turned to the side where she could see him. She watched Flynn kneeling between her legs, the tails of his flogger keeping a steadywhooshandthwaprhythm on alternating cheeks of her ass while he drove deep and hard into her from behind.

Then last night, on her knees on a table, cheek pressed to the cool, smooth surface, with her wrists restrained between her feet and her thighs strapped wide apart so she couldn’t move an inch. He spanked her upraised cheeks, rubbing and teasing her in between swats until she begged him to let her come. He hadn’t, not in the way she asked for. Instead, he powered into her from behind, denying her release until he gave the okay.

This was a persistent theme in all of her dreams, whether sweet or dirty. He brought her close to climax but didn’t let her fly, edging herexpertly over and over, the torment sweeter than any she’d known.

Each time, when he finally relented, they came together, lights exploding around them like fireworks on the fourth of July. In the vision created by her sleeping brain, one climax extended into another, and still another, until she was mindless and limp from innumerable orgasms. Through it all, Flynn kept going—inexhaustible—until the blare of her alarm clock chased him away.

This morning, she’d laid in her rumpled bed, drenched in sweat, until she recovered enough to stagger to the shower.Then, exhausted from another episode ofFlynn Does Cassie Nightly, she had trudged into work, desperate for coffee for the fourth day in a row.

The vivid memories of her erotic fantasies made the tingle between her thighs radiate to her entire lower half, leaving her pussy drenched, the same way it had been upon waking each morning for the past few days.

“Cassie?”

Her head snapped up at the sound of his deep voice. The curving of his full, kissable lips into a slow, sexy grin followed, as if he knew what preoccupied her thoughts.

She stiffened. No way. He couldn’t possibly...

Although, he probably got a hint from the sudden blush heating her cheeks. An easy blusher because of her fair skin. It gave her away every time. Though the cause was commonly embarrassment over something she’d said or done, not from replayingsex dreams in her head while on the job.

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