Page 45 of Under His Command

As he crossed the main playroom floor with a purpose, Cassie’s head turned, trying to take in everything about the infamous Decadence LA dungeon. But Flynn was moving too fast, dodging others, and winding around stations filled with bondage equipment, some of which she’d never seen before. Like the gigantic wheel with the man strapped to it in four-point restraints, or the odd black leather sawhorse.

A submissive straddled it naked, her arms behind her back, legs shackled to the legs. She was sweating and moaning, clearly enjoying more than the flogging her master was giving her because she was grinding her hips against the rounded top. Something else was happening. Then she raised her hips, and Cassie saw she was riding a dildo affixed to the horse as well.

Her mouth dropped open, and she knew her eyes had to be as round as saucers. “I’ve never seen a club like this before,” she breathed in amazement.

Still on the move, Flynn’s long legs ate up the cavernous expanse of the room in only a few seconds. When he reached a set of stairs on the far wall, he began climbing.

“You’ll get your tour later,” he promised gruffly. “After I’ve fucked you until you can’t see straight.”

She liked the sound of that and promptly forgot the spectacle below them. Her hand slipped up to his firm jaw. “Maybe we should postpone the tour until the morning after I’ve recovered. I’d hate to miss anything now that I’m here.”

He turned his head and pressed a kiss into her palm. “Let’s make that tomorrow afternoon. The club is closed on Sunday. Maybe by then, I’ll have satisfied my hunger enough to let you out of bed. I’ve waited for you too long.”

“I want you, too, Flynn. I have from the first moment I saw you.”

They had arrived at room number six. When he set her down, crushing her between his body and the door, he claimed her mouth with a ravenous need, as though he would consume her on the spot. Flynn’s long fingers found the hem of her skirt and tugged it up to her waist. As his hands dove inside her ruffled panties and palmed both cheeks, he slid her upward until her feet left the floor, and with his hips aligned with hers, ground the hard length of his cock against the damp strip of cotton between her thighs.

“Reach back and open the door. I need a bed, or some other flat horizontal surface, before I take you here and now.”

Fumbling behind her, she found the knob and turned it. Their combined weight sent the door slamming inward. He twisted his body and stopped the rebounding panel from colliding with her back as he carried her inside, kicking it closed with his heel. He barely scanned the room—a traditional classroom—and moved past four small student desks to the massive mahogany one sitting prominently up front beside an old-fashioned chalkboard. Once he draped her over the top, he peeled her panties down her legs.

Bare to him, she blushed, but he didn’t allow her to dwell on it long. Instead, his warm hands slid to the backs of her thighs and spread them. He bent her knees to her chest and his hot tongue licked through the folds of her drenched pussy, making her tremble. When he moved up to her clit, lashing and circling it greedily with his tongue, he ordered gruffly, “Hold your legs open for me, baby. I need my hands free.”

She curled her fingers around the backs of her knees, keeping them in place. Like when he started, Flynn’s mouth kept busy, but it got so much better with his thumbs available to spread her open, giving him access to every slick inch.

“So damn sweet,” he groaned, his words sending vibrations along and inside her pussy, further stimulating the already sensitized nerve endings. “Just as I knew you would be.”

After the long week of anticipation and self-denial, she felt her climax within reach.

“I can’t wait.”

“I don’t want you to,” he demanded against her wetness. “Come for me, baby. I can’t wait to watch.”

His permission given, her orgasm slammed through her, causing her back to bow and her legs to tense. Hands on her inner thighs held her still as Flynn doubled down, licking and sucking harder, drawing out every quiver and convulsive shudder. Cassie cried out yet again when a second wave of pleasure washed over her.

He continued lapping and savoring, although only for a moment. Then he rose, towering over her as his hands ripped at the buttons of his pants. He fished out a condom from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. In an instant, they were protected, and Flynn was penetrating her drenched heat.

“I’m clean,” she said as he pressed into her.

“We’ll deal with that soon. I’ve got to have you right now.”

It had been a while for her, and Flynn was well-endowed. He stretched and filled her, connecting with nerve endings that had been dormant for some time. With his cock embedded so deep, it stirred other nerves she didn’t know she had. As he plunged in fast and withdrew slowly, she felt the pressure building again.

“Flynn...”

“I know, baby, but I want you to wait for me this time. You’re wet and so damn tight; I want to feel you squeeze around me when I come inside you.”

“It feels too good; I don’t know if I can.” Cassie paused for a gulp of breath as he picked up the pace and tried again. “I’ve waited for you for what seems like forever.”

“Aw, hell,” he bit out with a growl, driving into her harder. “We’ll do slow next time. Or on the third or fourth, go-round.” His hand slipped between them, and his thumb found her clit, ensuring she kept pace. “I love your pussy. So sweet and unbelievably snug. When I go ungloved, I won’t be able to get enough.”

Flynn leaned forward, his torso pushing her knees near her shoulders. She squeaked as he went deeper than she thought possible, but she didn’t complain, greedily taking everything he gave her. As he pumped his hips, spurring her toward another incredible climax, she watched his eyes, often gray, sometimes blue, but always ever changing. Right now, they were like quicksilver and so near, she could see in them how consumed he was by passion.

With an ardent groan, his mouth sealed over hers. It took only that to have her coming again. As she convulsed around his driving cock, squeezing him, and finding her pleasure, she took him with her, his release coinciding with her own.

His loud, raspy shout drowned out her breathy sighs of delight as they came together. For long moments, they clung to one another, savoring the climactic release.

Resting above her, propped on his elbows, keeping his weight from crushing her, his head came up. She whimpered in disappointment when he rose above her, but he only released her legs so they could settle more comfortably around his hips then returned to her arms.

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