Page 56 of Under His Command

“That’s not it, I...” She glanced up at him, but no farther than his chin. “You’ve been a member here for a while. I want to make you proud. What if I do something wrong? Or forget the rules. Heck, I don’t even know the protocols. The membership contract I signed didn’t say—”

His mouth silenced her this time and sent shivers of desire coursing through her.

“I’ll guide you as we go along. Obey my commands and use your safeword if you need to. Those are the only protocols you need to worry about. You could never embarrass me, imp. And anyone who’s got the balls to be critical of my submissive will answer to me. Got it?”

As the image of Elbow Patches flying across the room came back to her, she felt a surge of confidence and her smile grew wider. “Yes, sir, I got it.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers again, adding a little touch of his tongue this time. His hands soothed as well as excited, as they swept down her back and over her hips and bottom. “There’s a certain excitement in being watched. I want you to try it. Afterward, if you’re still uneasy or find you don’t like it, we can stick to the theme rooms for private play until you’re ready for more. And we can watch—I know you like to do that.”

Her face flamed with heat. Sometimes, Flynn was too observant for her owngood.

His smile was tender as his finger traced over her cheeks. “You blush so prettily. Let’s give the others a treat by showing them how you do it all over.”

He caught her lips again, using the commanding mastery of his mouth and tongue until she was dazed, and had all but forgotten the people on the outside looking in.

“You may find that exhibitionism,” he murmured between shorter, yet still-drugging tastes of his lips, “is the ying to voyeurism’s yang.”

When he raised his head, her legs felt like jelly beneath her. The powerful arms surrounding her kept her upright as she regained her balance even while she tried to wrap her head around what he suggested. It never occurred to her that the thrill of watching and being watched could be two sides of the same coin—opposite, but co-existing.

Intrigued more than insecure, she glanced up at him and asked, “Do you think so?”

His teeth flashed white in his tanned face as his sexy mouth curved into a wicked grin. “Oh, yeah. I told you we’d test the waters and see what you like. There’s an entire world of BDSM to discover beyond bondage and spanking. So much more.”

Cassie surveyed the crowd gathered around the window. The buzz of anticipation stemmed from more than conversation; some looked on without speaking at all. A charged energy seemed to course throughout the space, a combination of curiosity, arousal, and unbridled lust that Cassie herself had felt while touring the main playroom earlier. The memory of watching others engaged in their own sensual, kink-inspired pursuits flooded her mind, and she took comfort in the knowledge she wasn’t alone in her voyeuristic desires.

“I’m ready to try,” she whispered.

“That’s my brave girl,” he praised. “Remember, you have a safeword—always. I expect you to use it if needed.”

She’d never had the need with Flynn. Still, she agreed. “Yes, sir.”

“Say it, baby. For practice.”

Her whisper was barely audible.

“Again, and this time as though you’ve had enough and want me to stop.”

“Grinder!”

He chuckled, as amused as he was when she’d chosen it weeks ago. “That’s more like it. And it will get my attention; the same as a candidate ringing the bell. Say it, and we’re done. Except for us, it only ends our scene, because you’re never quitting me, Cassie Dalton. Not ever. Got me?”

“I got you, Commander. And I love you for it.”

A steamy, sultry, toe-curling kiss followed. Then he released her.

“Since we’ve settled that, the dress is stunning on you, but I want it off. When you’re finished, climb up on the table. I’ll be with you after I gather what I need to make you scream.”

As he walked away, expecting her to do as he directed, she glanced once more at their growing audience. Soon, they would witness firsthand just how loud she got when Flynn made her come. She realized suddenly she liked the idea. Let them know what a skilled dominant her husband was, and how lucky she was to belong to him.

It would also help her stake her claim. Unlike Jules, she had no problem using her claws, and a few other moves she’d picked up at BUD/s training to educate any submissive who dared to think otherwise.

Flynn couldn’t know her possessive, rather bloodthirsty thoughts, and she was glad for it, although he mistook it for further reticence on her part. He approached, taking her in his arms.

“After months together, with me having seen, touched, and tasted every square inch of you, it amazes me you can still blush.” His hand slid over one cheek into her hair, cradling her head gently. “It’s sweet, imp, but we need to rid you of this shyness. If tonight goes well in front of an audience, I’ll eventually want to play on the main floor. Some equipment in the stations isn’t available in the private rooms. And, who knows, you might enjoy playing in front of others so much, you get brave enough to go up on the carousel one day.”

She hadn’t seen it yet, but Jules had described the carousel in detail.

“You have to see it to believe it, Cass. It’s unlike anything I’ve witnessed at any club anywhere. We have a lot of members who are into group play, so I’m not sure if it started out for play or punishment, but it’s used for both. And most often as a consequence of violating house rules.”

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