Page 41 of Under His Command

His face was so near she could see the individual flecks or gray and blue in his irises. They had again turned shimmery, like liquid silver, which she now associated with his more intense emotions, both anger and desire. One finger trailed down the line of her jaw before setting her on her feet.He eased her panties into place and smoothed her skirt over her warm, still-smarting behind.

“Now then, dinner. What do you feel like?” Flynn asked while standing and turning her toward the door. He moved them forward, his arm curled around her shoulders as in the past. “Italian, Mexican, Chinese, or a burger? Name your poison.”

“A burger sounds good, but I need to use the powder room before we go.”

In the hall, he motioned to the next door.

She scurried out from under his arm and was just closing the door when his hand came up to stop it. “I almost forgot one other rule: no touching.”

Her eyes went wide. She couldn’t have heard right. “What?”

“No touching yourself and getting off. If you come to me at the end of the week, I’ll want you as hungry as I am.”

A wave of unadulterated pleasure swept through her at the notion he could be even half as aroused by their spanking session as she was. She leaned weakly against the doorjamb as she clarified, “Does that mean you are going to, um, abstain, as well?”

“Yes. Not doing so would be rather unfair, don’t you think?”

She took a step forward then another, rejoining him in the hall.

His eyes flicked over her shoulder. “I thought you needed the powder room?”

She flushed; the purpose of going now moot. “I don’t have to anymore.”

While gazing down at her for a moment, his eyes flashed with understanding. Then, in a sudden change in plan, he pulled her into the circle of his arms and hauled her up on her toes, his lips a scant distance above her own.

“Fuck interference. Consider this while you decide.”

Flynn crushed her to him, his mouth smothering hers with demanding intensity. As his enveloping embrace molded her curves to the hard contours of his body, she felt the hard proof of his desire against her belly. Besides the heady caress of his tongue slipping inside to tangle with her own, it left her head spinning.

She wanted him more than anything and would have told him how much she wanted to be his submissive and was more than ready to come to him willingly, whether to his caring, tender touch or the stern, stinging bite of his displeasure. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him how much she wanted to be his in every way, but she held back. Since he seemed adamant about this week-long contemplation period and her butt stung enough already, she didn’t want to test him. There was also some reticence on her part, considering her past disappointments, although none of the men who came before had been anything like Flynn Dalton.

The kiss went on while she clung to his shoulders, opening wide to his possession, yielding to the demand of his lips and tongue, which sent shivers of desire racing through her. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it ended, and with them both breathing hard, he set her away from him.

“You make me forget my good intentions. In the truck with you, imp, and onto Nicky Rottens. Instead of having you, I’ll sublimate my need with a beer and a peppercorn burger with Swiss. Well done.”

With food, the last thing she was hungry for, she made that clear as her hands slid over the contoured muscles of his chest. “A week is longer than you think, sir. What if I sleep on it and give you my answer in the morning?”

“With an instructor out, I won’t have time in the morning, or for the rest of the week. And I want you to think long and hard about this decision, Cassie. We’ll wait.” He took her by the shoulders next, and sent her into the bathroom, adding a swat to her backside when she dragged her feet. “Go splash some water on your face and cool off. And while you’re in there, lose the dreamy-eyed look, or I’ll never make it until tomorrow, let alone Saturday.”

She gazed at him over her shoulder as she went, thinking that wouldn’t hurt her feelings at all.

“Yep,” he groaned, “that’s the look.”

With a scowl, he reached in and firmly shut the door.

She gaped at it for a moment then unable to stop herself, she giggled. But the joke was on her because it was going to be a trying, unfulfilled, long-ass week for both of them.

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