Page 62 of Under His Command

“You’re doing well with this, so we’ll play there soon. I’d love to see you naked on a cross. Or even better, inverted on the St. Catherine’s wheel. After I use the flogger, I could eat you while you suck my cock. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Flynn, but...”

“Uh, uh, uh,” he said before the crop wentsplaton her clit.

“I’d like that, Commander!” she cried, correcting her error immediately.

“As would I. Decadence is a place to release your inhibitions and become as adventurous as you want, within our limits. But, tonight, sinceit’s the first timeyou’re the star of the show, but also alittle skittish”—he angled his head toward the rapt eager faces looking in—“we’ll forego the bondage. And I think I’ll want you to use your hands often, like now.” The crop went away, and he stepped back. “Spread yourself, Cassie. Show me how close you are.”

“I’m about to go off like a rocket, sir. All this stopping and starting and talking and cropping has taken me to the edge.”

“But that would earn you a punishment, so you’ll have to find a way to keep from going over.”

“What do you do, sir?”

“When I want to make it last? I think of diving into the frigid Pacific. Remember the night we met, and how cold it was when I found you floundering in the surf? Think of that when you’re close.”

Her hesitation earned her several crisp swats to the top of her mound, and they didn’t stop until her hands moved to her pussy and she parted herself as he demanded.

“Did I forget to mention you still must do as I say?” His hand on her knees moved her legs farther apart until the cool air against her hot, wet skin told her every inch from pulsing clit to her timid rear hole, was exposed to his avid gaze. “Beautiful,” he murmured appreciatively.

Using the crop once more, but in an entirely different way, he slid the length of the smooth, narrow shaft through her folds. It felt strange gliding between her puffy lips, and the firm pressure on her engorged clit made her condition worse. When the handle bumped against her cheeks, along with the back of his hand, he switched directions, dragging it back through and ending with a tap dead center. Though light, it still made an undeniablesplat.

“You’re dripping wet, baby. I can see your desire trickling between your cheeks, and your clit is standing up, eager for attention. Shall I give it some?”

Imagining lying in the icy waves rolling in on Coronado beach wasn’t helping. Afraid to speak, her answer was a guttural, “Uh-huh,” between her gritted teeth.

“Aw, such sweet torture, but you’re doing so well. The reward at the end will be even greater because of it. Part yourself more, and I’ll give you what you want, but I need a nice, big, glistening target.”

Whimpering and longing for release, she did as she was told. As soon as she did, the leather connected not once, not twice, but four times, landing directly on her clit. She cried out, unable to keep from it, “Please, Flynn...sir, may I come now?”

“No,” he replied softly, stopping all stimulation, even pulling her fingers away.

Her eyes shot up to his in surprise. Her man found great pleasure watching her climax and had told her so more than once. As such, he rarely denied her when she asked for it.

“What?” he asked while smiling down at her. “You requested my help and agreed to this bargain. You are not to come without my say. I have this room for another hour, and I intend to use every second to its fullest.”

She moaned in frustration. “I’ll die, I swear I will.”

“Doubtful,” he replied. “You’ve heard of edging, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir, but it never sounded like much fun on the receiving end.”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong.”

His fingertips stroked over her smooth lips, and around the inner folds, avoiding her clit, except to flick it once, ever so lightly. The teasing made her want to scream, but she bit her lip instead, fighting against the wave of ecstasy that crested and threatened to pull her over. Her body trembled with the exertion.

“In time, you’ll learn to find joy in the journey, as much as the destination,” Flynn said as he spread kisses along her inner thighs. “You’ll find it’s often better to build it slowly, prolonging the mounting tension, drawing out the moment before you soar into ecstasy, only to have what you so desperately need moved farther away. Then, climb another peak, perhaps sliding back, a time or two, before you reach the summit again. And, when you’re hoveringon the edge, waiting for me to send you over, and I deny you once again until you beg me to let you come, you’ll realize having me deep inside you, driving it home at long last, brings you more pleasure than you can imagine.”

Every nerve ending was ready to explode because as he’d spoken, he continued to caress her, demonstrating the edging he artfully described.

“I’ll take your word for it, sir, because this seems more like torture.”

“Sensual torture, erotic pain, sinful pleasure—they’re all much the same, just a matter of degrees and execution.”

He slid a finger into her pussy, pumping twice before adding another. Then he rotated his hand, rubbing the spot in front, somethingthat was sure to send her hurtling over the top, but as her legs quivered, and sweat broke out on her skin, he slipped out, stopping as abruptly as he’d started. This time, he leaned in and blew over her inflamed skin, the warmth tickling and teasing.

“You’ll have to accept my word, won’t you? Or suffer the consequences of disobedience. Because that’s how our game goes, isn’t that right?”

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