Page 59 of Under His Command

Chapter 14

When Cassie stretchedout on the cool, padded table, Flynn’s hand swept down her arm. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured. The pride she felt when he praised her filled her with a sense of contentment that warmed her from the inside out. “I didn’t reserve this room because of the dungeon equipment,” he continued, squeezing her hand then moving away, his booted heels ringing out on the tile floor. “Look up, Cassie. It’s time for some Decadence magic.”

The sconces dimmed as the ceiling illuminated. What she thought were slate tiles were actually mirrors. They were everywhere—covering the walls from corner to corner, and the ceiling from end to end. She could see herself from every angle, and it meant that the voyeurs watching could, too.

She found she couldn’t look away from the image of the naked blonde on the table staring back at her. Movement from the side became Flynn’s gorgeous face as he leaned over her, gray-blue eyes glinting with desire.

“Take a deep breath. This is going to be fun. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir, very much.”

“Then keep your eyes on the mirrors. I want you to see what I do. You’re incredibly responsive, not only to my touch but also to the sound of my voice. Look how your gorgeous breasts have swollen in anticipation, the tips pebble-hard and I haven’t even touched you. But that ends now.”

His warm hands moved over her body, from her jaw down her throat to her chest. Although he caressed her breasts lightly, the work-roughened pads of his fingers—from all the training and conditioning drills he did alongside his men—abraded her skin, especially her taut nipples. Cassie arched into his touch, but he moved on, slowly dragging flattened palms and splayed fingers down her belly.

“Relax your legs and let your knees fall open. I want to watch the wetness gather and the pink of your pussy deepen as your desire grows.”

Flynn trailed his fingers over her hips and down her inner thighs, making her tremble. His proximity to her achy, needy parts gave her hope he’d end the teasing and get down to business soon. But he disappointed her by moving to the end of the table. She glanced down, seeing him between her bent knees. He reached for her hips and dragged her across the padded surface until her bottom was at the end. Next, he pushed her knees to her chest and bent his head. Instead of the hot lick of his tongue she expected, Cassie felt the brush of warm air blow in a stream over her exposed flesh.

“I want you to see the beauty I see when I look at you. I’ll never tire of watching you.”

After placing a kiss on her inner thigh, Flynn stepped back.

“Use your fingers to 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.”

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. I want you to make yourself come.”

With her gaze on the mirrored ceiling and her naked reflection, she swallowed, her throat dry. Voices drew her attention 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 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 or my tongue on your clit. You’re so turned on, I predict you come apart with only a few strokes.”

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