Page 64 of Under His Command

It’s about damn time!

She wanted to scream it, but didn’t, having enough of a grasp on her faculties not to, thank goodness. They slipped the next moment when he moved inside her. “God, yes! Fuck me hard, Flynn,” she cried.

The next instant, her dom’s hand came down on the back of one thigh. “Who’s directing this scene, woman?”

“You, sir,” she gasped. “You’re in command, as always.”

He grunted. “Or that’s what you’d have me believe. I’m a poor excuse for a dom letting you get away with it, but I’m ready to explode. I’ll punish your ass more—later.”

“Yes, please.”

When Flynn laughed outright, several onlookers at the window joined him. She no longer cared, focused only on him plunging into her, over and over. And, as he rocked her world, sending her soaring in seconds past the brink of ecstasy, she grinned up at him, not sorryin the least for disobeying and coming without permission yet again.

“Can you be a good sub, or at least pretend to be for our audience? I’d hate to lose my membership card because I’m suspected of being pussy whipped by my own submissive.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Commander.”

He snorted, at the same time driving into her, his fingers curling into her hips to keep her from sliding up the table, so great was the force of his body moving inside hers. “I don’t care, baby. Tell the world. It will give me more reason to spank you, tie you wide open for me, and to fuck you like this.”

“Not that you need it.”

Repeating his words from earlier, were the last she could manage because his next thrust shook her to her core and a burst of bright light flared before her eyes. She groaned and shuddered as Flynn pumped another few seconds then joined her with a roar of his own. The heat of his release shot deep inside her, and she hoped this time it would take root and bring even more joy into their lives.

Breathless, her muscles like jelly, she let go of her legs, spreading them as he leaned forward, his open mouth finding and sucking hard on a tight nipple. In the mirrors above her, Cassie watched her hands glide up her dominant husband’s muscular back, run over his short hair, and interlock behind his head. With her last bit of energy, she wrapped her legs around his hips, seeing in her reflection how she enveloped him as if she wouldn’t ever let go. And she never planned to.

“I love you so much, Flynn.”

“I love you, too, Cassie.”

“Can we come back next weekend?”

Still watching their reflection, she saw his shoulders shake as he laughed. Then his grinning face was over hers. “Absolutely we can.”

“You’re the best dom ever.”

“No, I’m the worst. You’ve ruined me. If anyone hears about what went down here, they’ll strip me of my dom credentials and drum me out of Decadence permanently. When I should make you pay for defiance and coming repeatedly without permission, all I can do is submit to your demands, so I can get inside you.”

“My ass is on fire, as are the backs of my thighs, and my clit is sore from your evil crop, which proves that isn’t true, sir.”

“You loved every minute.”

“Wasn’t I supposed to?” she deadpanned.

“Baby...”

“I’ll try hard to act as though I hate it next time, Flynn. Because I don’t want you to get thrown out; I want to come back.”

He dropped his head, burying his face in the curve of her neck as he sighed. “I’m glad to hear it, since I’m already planning our next visit. There’s a spanking bench on the main floor with your name on it.”

Not intimidated by the idea at all, she squeezed him, grinning with happiness. “I’ll miss the mirrors, but I think I’m ready after tonight. Can I ask one little favor?”

His head came up, and after laying a hot, heavy one on her, he asked, “What’s that, imp?”

“Next time, can you use the flogger, or get a room for after? My butt really stings. Your truck’s seats are comfortable, but it’s a long ride back to Coronado. I might have to ride face down in your lap.”

It started out as a chuckle then soared to a full-throated laugh.

Cassie smiled as she watched her husband, the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, not caring who might hear, or if brows were raised because he wasn’t quite what a dom should be. He suited her, and for him, it was only her. They were a perfect match.

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