Page 48 of Under His Command

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 buried his face in her hair. Then his arms flexed around her tightly as he also found ecstasy’s peak and followed her into a glorious, body-shaking release.

After every twitch and tremor had subsided in them both, 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 spooned her from behind.

“I’m glad I was there to pull a half-drowned waif from the frigid surf late last summer,” he murmured between kisses along her shoulder. “And that we straightened the age difference out.”

“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 but 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 pleasuring him with her mouth the way he had done her, made her smile. Although her body still hummed from coming four times already, she was eager to even the score. A brief respite, while cuddled in his arms, wasn’t something she would object to, however. Closing her eyes, she relaxed into him, for the first time in her adult life feeling complete, and realizing what she’d been missing all along.

It was Flynn. He made her whole, and though she’d fought it, filled with insecurities and self-doubt, she should have felt their connection. It had been there all along in 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 now knew stemmed from desire rather than brotherly affection. How could they have been so dense?

“We couldn’t see what was right in front of us,” she whispered aloud. “We wasted so much time.”

“Hush, imp. No regrets. Our eyes are wide open now, and there’s only a bright future ahead of us.”

Chapter 12

After allowing hera brief nap, Flynn gently wrapped Cassie in one of the club’s luxurious ultra-soft robes. Cashmere was his guess from the way she snuggled into it with a contented sigh. The club’s owners spared no expense in providing amenities, and the hefty membership fees were well worth it, especially now that he had Cassie to share it with.

With her warm and cozy, and covered from chin to ankles, he scooped her up in his arms. She didn’t stir or make a sound, except for her gentle breathing as he carried her. Flynn flipped the sign on the door to “needs cleaning,” before he made his way down the dimly lit corridor and up the rear staircase to the third floor, where the owners’ private apartments were located.

He passed seven, before entering the largest at the far end. It belonged to Eric, who rarely used it since moving to Long Beach with Val. He smiled when he saw a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice on the bar.

“Cassie,” he whispered, not wanting to startle her. “It’s time to wake up. We need to bathe before bed, and our friends have left a surprise for us.” Setting his sleepy new sub on her feet, he grabbed the champagne and two glasses in one hand while guiding her into the bathroom with the other.

Seeing her sway, he propped her against the wall while filling the tub. As steam heated the room, he gathered several thick, thirsty towels and laid them nearby then turned his attention to the vanity and the array of bath soaps in various scents. He selected the eucalyptus mint, its refreshing scent filling his nostrils without overpowering his senses. Also, because it was the only one that wouldn’t leave him smelling like a flower or a fruit salad. After starting the Jacuzzi jets, he squeezed a generous amount into the churning water then turned his attention back to Cassie.

“Come on, imp. Into the tub,” he said as he stripped off her robe.

“Okay, Flynn,” she mumbled only half awake.

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