Page 44 of Under His Command

“Be prepared for a thorough session with my lash. No less than fifty strokes. If you resist or complain too much, the count will double. Afterward, you’ll suck my cock. If you’re proficient and dutifully submissive, I might allow you to find release. We’ll see how cooperative you are first.”

“Stop. I didn’t say I’d go anywhere with you.”

“I wasn’t giving you the option. Cock-teasing subs like you shouldn’t be allowed to decide for themselves.”

“Let me go!” Unable to pull free—the man was stronger than he looked—she dug in her heels. “Do other subs like this jackass-dom routine you’ve got going on?”

“That mouth of yours has earned you the cane after the lash. Push it, and I’ll add a round with the short tail for good measure.”

When he didn’t stop at the stairs and began dragging her up them, Cassie panicked. She inhaled, ready to shout “red,” when, in a blur, a large body moved in from the side and jerked the insufferable asshole away from her.

The awful sound of flesh hitting flesh and the crunch of bone preceded Charles’ body going airborne. It all happened so fast she doubted her eyes until he landed with a crash on an unoccupied table about fifteen feet away. When he came to a stop among broken bits of splintered wood, he slumped to the floor, holding his bloody nose and groaning.

Stunned and unsure how it happened, she looked from his whimpering, flaccid form to the man stalking past her. It was Flynn; he was furious and clearly not finished. He bent and lifted his bloody and battered target up by his shirt collar, not stopping until the man dangled a good six inches off the floor.

“Touch her again, asshole,” he snarled in his face. “And I’ll separate your head from your fucking neck. Got me?”

The kicking, struggling man couldn’t answer, squeaking as he gasped for air, his face turning a dark shade of scarlet.

“Don’t kill him, Flynn,” Eric requested as he arrived, not appearing concerned in the least. “You can do me the favor of tossing him out the front door, however. I’ve decided I’ve had enough of his ineptness and am canceling his membership.”

The next instant, Charles was a wheezing, pathetic pile on the floor.

“Sorry,” Flynn replied, not even winded as he dusted off his hands. “I don’t shovel shit. Haven’t since basic twenty years ago.”

Eric laughed, patently amused, as he signaled to someone nearby. Two other doms, both wearing orange dungeon monitor armbands, closed in, grabbed him under the arms, and assisted the whining, protesting former club member to the lobby.

“Pathetic worm. I’ll have to review his application to see how he slithered through our screening process,” the master dom grumbled in disgust.

Focused on more important matters, Flynn was in front of her, running his hands gently up her arms, his eyes searching her face. “Did he hurt you, Cassie?”

“No, but the man is a nuisance that can’t take no for an answer.”

“Next time scream red before it gets that far.” This came from Colt, who stood behind them with Jules on his arm. “Better yet, wait until I stop the car so I can accompany you inside and we can avoid this kind of scene.”

“No need, Jameson,” Flynn assured him. “There won’t be a next time. I’ll see to her from here on out.” Then, his hand came to her chin, and he tilted her face up to his. “You’ve made your decision.”

It was a statement, not a question. Gazing into his silvery eyes, she nodded; then, to prove how certain she was, sank gracefully to her knees at his feet. The crowd surrounding them murmured in approval.

She put her hands behind her back in a pose she’d learned nearly a decade ago and bowed her head. “Please, sir, I want nothing more than to be your submissive. This week of missing you while needing you so badly has proven to me how much.”

“Look at me, imp.”

When she angled her head back, she found his face near. He bent low to reach for her, but instead of helping her stand as she expected, he pulled off her wig. Searching fingers found the tie to her ponytail in back and slid it free; then they combed through the thick waves as her hair tumbled loosely around her shoulders.

“I prefer the blonde,” he said, in a husky growl. “And I accept your submission. From this moment on, you are mine.”

His lips on hers were warm, his tongue insistent as it demanded entry and slipped inside to possess her. As the onlookers applauded, some cheering, he lifted her to her feet. Without breaking contact, he scooped her up and cradled her to his chest, the entire time continuing the deep, ardent kiss. Cassie’s arms encircled his neck, clinging to him as she surrendered all.

Long moments passed before his head came up, his gaze searing into hers with unbridled passion. “I’ve got to have you. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes, please,” she breathed, more than ready.

Those within earshot chuckled as Flynn took the stairs to the dungeon two at a time.

“Room six is open, bud,” Eric called after him. “Val had a feeling, so I had it reserved.”

Flynn acknowledged him with a chin lift right before he strode through the double doors held open by two other helpful club members.

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