Page 60 of Under His Command

Her finger moved to the hard bud clit, tapping at first then circling it. Knowing they were watching was too intense; it would never happen. She squirmed under his scrutiny.

“May I have a blindfold, sir?”

“No. I want your eyes wide open. But I could give you a little help. Would you like that?”

“Yes, sir, please.”

“I’m happy to oblige, but there’s a price. You’re not allowed to come without permission. Do you still want my help?”

She didn’t think an orgasm was possible, not like this, so she agreed. “Yes, Flynn.”

A sharp crack resounded in the room. At the same time, the biting sting from his hand flared across her upper thigh. “What are you supposed to call me at the club?”

“Sir, I meant yes, sir.”

“Excellent. Now, rub your clit. I want to see how wet you can get with me watching.”

“But I thought you would... I thought you might...”

“Use my fingers or tongue? I said I’d help, imp, but not how.”

“That’s not fair!”

He chuckled. “I didn’t promise to be fair, either. First, I want to play for a bit. You’ll get to come, in time.” His eyes locked on hers, waiting.

She did as he ordered, using thoughts of his fingers and tongue on her, both teasing and delving at once as motivation.

“That’s my good girl, and so fucking hot. Don’t stop; I’ll be right back.”

All around her, like in a giant kaleidoscope, she saw Flynn. Dressed all in black, he looked as sexy as he did in his summer whites, and larger than usual—taller, broader—though she knew it wasn’t possible. Maybe it was the monochromatic black, but with his fitted shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders and the denim molded to his ass, she couldn’ttear her gaze away as he crossed to a table by the wall.

Too busy watching the way his beautiful body moved, she missed what he retrieved from the black toy bag he’d brought with him tonight.

They had yet to explore the full contents of his master’s bag. He’d made it off-limits to her, saying he’d introduce her in his own time. She’d been good and hadn’t peaked, although she wanted to. And as the weeks passed, and her curiosity mounted, she identified with Pandora. Her imagination ran wild wondering about the more advanced tools she was sure his bag contained, things that might bring her toward the other end of the spectrum—exquisite erotic pain.

He’d used several implements on her at home. Cassie loved his suede flogger with its lightweight threads, which in Flynn’s skilled hands made her purr like a contented cat. He brought out leather cuffs often because they both liked when she lay bound and helpless beneath him. And he had some wonderful battery-powered buzzing toys, which he seemed to enjoy using as much as she did. And he could be creative.

Once, he’d bound her between the corner posts of their covered patio. With her arms wide and her body open and vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do, he’d slipped a vibrating egg up inside her—set to low speed, or what she called pure torment—and flogged her for nearly an hour.

Deliberately building from light teasing strokes to firmthwapswith the soft leather, Flynn worked the lashexpertlyuntil her body was humming right along with the multispeed remote-controlled egg. He hadn’t been able to finish as he’d planned because she’d gotten loud. Despite his warnings to hush, her moans had gotten out of control, rising in the night air. He’d silenced her with his mouth and left her whimpering with need while he uncuffed her then carried her inside, grumbling almost as loudly about getting back to the club where they wouldn’t have to worry about waking the neighbors.

Now, here they were, at an exclusive BDSM club, a safe place where he could do wildly kinky things to her body, and no one would complain or call the cops if she screamed. Quite the opposite. They’d relish every shriek and groan and cheer her on to the big finish.

A flash of black in the mirrors told her Flynn was on the move again. When he returned to stand at the foot of the table, his gaze fixed on where she splayed herself open for him. The silver glimmer of desire in his eyes as he watched her stroke herself, had her breathlesslyanticipating what he planned next.

He didn’t make her wait. Raising the long black rod in his hand, he whooshed it through the air a few times, as though testing its weight and reaction. The soft swishing sound was a blast straight out of her past. She’d felt the sting of a crop before and enjoyed it, but with Flynn, whom she loved and wanted to please more than anyone she’d ever been with, she had a feeling “enjoy” might be an understatement.

Body quivering in anticipation, her nipples hard, aching peaks, liquid heat pooled between her thighs, so much so, she felt the slickness against her fingertip making it easier for it to dance over her clit. He would know at a glance how much she wanted this.

As if hearing her thoughts, his eyes homed in on her wet center. Knowing he watched made the ache worse. Her hips moved restlessly, and her breathing became erratic, unsure how much longer she could hold off.

Flynn’s gaze swept up her body to her face. Satisfaction and pride reflected warmly in the small upward tilt of his lips and the glint in his eyes. He moved again, coming to her side and he kissed her. His warm mouth and searching tongue making her forget where they were—almost. No longer blocking her play with his body, she was on full display to the avid eyes peering in through the window.

When a hum of approval rose in the air, she turned her head. Seeing dozens of pairs of avid eyes peering in through the window, she tensed and her breathing ceased.

“Eyes on me, Cassie,” he ordered. As soon as she looked at him, he acted.

With the crop, he drew the long leather rectangle over her breasts, turning it on its edge so it dragged against each nipple. He focused on one, flicking it until it stood up hard like a bullet, then he brought it down flat with a sharp snap, causing her back to bow off the table.

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