Page 61 of Under His Command

“Keep that finger moving. I didn’t tell you to stop.’’

She hadn’t realized she had. Battling the need to come while screaming his name to the heavens, she opened her legs to their former position, her finger getting busy again.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, moving the crop to the other breast. “Add another finger and keep playing until I tell you to do otherwise.”

The flicking started in again, and despite knowing what was coming, she reacted with a guttural moan when the leather first flicked rapidly against the other peak then landed with a decisive smack.

Her body quivered, but she stayed in place, knees to chest and spread wide, although she couldn’t keep her fingers from moving faster, bringing her nearer to the climax her bodycraved.

“So very hungry,” he murmured softly. “But I haven’t given you permission to come yet, imp. I think you’d better remove your fingers from your pussy and be good.”

She didn’t want to stop, but she did, biting her lip to keep from begging for release. To do so this early in the scene would be disappointing. When she drew her hands away and gripped the edges of the table, she couldn’t miss the pleased look that crossed Flynn’s face. But he said nothing more, resuming with the crop in light taps of the leather end, all over her breasts. Flicking rapidly, he moved over the tops, down the sides, and slapped in an upward motion from beneath, making each mound bounce, which was more sensual torture.

With her arms by her sides, her body tense and her spine bowed, her breasts were plumped up even more. With a hum of approval, Flynn leaned in and took first one tip into his mouth then the other. Sucking and swirling, he moved between the two, ensuring both received equal attention while she panted and tried not to come.

“Such pretty pink-tipped breasts. I could linger here playing with them all night.”

She would love that but hoped he wouldn’t. She needed more, but lower, about two feet south to be exact. He seemed to agree. Standing, he brought the crop back into play, trailing it down her belly with unbearable slowness until it reached her pussy. She couldn’t help it; her hips rose to meet the leather, an extension of his arm, and of him.

“Be still, Cassie.”

“I’m trying.”

“Do more than try. Obey me. Do you need to be restrained?”

“Yes, sir!” she said too quickly, making him chuckle.

“So eager for bondage. How could I have ever thought you were vanilla?” He grinned, bringing the crop down with a sharp snap on the neatly trimmed tuft of blonde fluff in front.

“Flynn!”

“What was that?” he asked, delivering a secondthwap.

“Sir, I meant, sir!”

“Much better,” he continued, as if he’d already forgotten the mild correction. “I think it’s because you’re just so damn cute, with those big, baby-blue eyes and pouty lips. Your pink gloss makes me feel like a dirty old man because I want to lick it right off. But mostly, it’s the way you gaze up at me with trust and innocence.”

“As long as you’re the dirty old man licking it off, I wouldn’t mind. Besides, you’re not dirty,” she teased with a grin, not correcting his assertion about being old.

The crop came down with another smarting sting, but this time on her bare, wet lips making her hiss and shudderall at once.

“Your position is mighty precarious to be a smart-ass.”

“Sorry, sir,” she replied, trying to the use the baby blues he’d mentioned to her advantage, and adding a little pout, for good measure.

“Right,” he drawled, not buying it for a minute. “But you’re forgiven. Now, where was I?”

He stroked the leather over her inner thighs, adding small little taps as he went, not enough to hurt, or even make her pink, although it did nothing to help stave off the orgasm she felt building. All the stimulation, his undivided attention, the tingling aching places where his mouth and her fingers had so recently been, the unceasing teasing of his crop, along with the crowd’s eyes upon her were driving her closer to the point of no return.

The leather moved center, finding the quivering flesh of her splayed pussy where the tapping resumed. At any other time, thesplatof wetness would have been mortifying. She didn’t care, not right now, wanting him to get on with whatever he had planned, so long as he let her come, and soon.

“Ah, yes. I was discussing your appearance, which seems all sweetness and light, but I’m discovering that’s not always the case. Something I like, but also regret. I wish I could have been the one to introduce you to the darker pleasures, Cassie.”

“There is much I’ve never tried.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, like half the equipment I saw downstairs on the main floor.”

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