Page 53 of Under His Command

When she handled what he gave her, heincreased his pace, and she managed that, too. It felt fucking fantastic, but if he didn’t stop soon, he’d come down her throat. That was for another time, sooner than later, but tonight, he wanted to finish while buried in her pussy.

Flynn withdrew from the warm, wet haven of her mouth, pulled her to her feet, and into his arms. He took her lips, sucking on her tongue. Urgent to taste more of her sweetness, he carried her to bed. Once there, he located the cuffs secured to the headboard—what else could he expect in a dom’s apartment over a BDSM club? With her eager compliance, Cassie held out her wrists to assist him.

“You like your hands bound, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes. Giving up control to you is unbelievably hot, sir.”

“So noted.” He grinned. “Let’s see if I can get you hotter.”

With her wrists tied to the posts at the head of the bed, he found leg straps tucked into the sides. One at a time, he wrapped them around her thighs, just above her knees, and secured them so she was spread out before him and completely immobilized.

Flynn took a moment to admire her in restraints.

Cheeks flushed, with her lips parted, her breasts rising and falling as she panted with excitement. Her splayed pussy glistened with wetness as she waited for what he would do next. And the pink hole he had taken earlier, claiming it solely as his, contracted as moisture from above trickled over it as if her body prepared itself should he go that route again.

Damn, it was like she’d been made especially for him.

Hungry, he lowered his mouth and consumed her, the sweetness of her cunt something he’d never get his fill of. He didn’t stop until she shuddered and cried out through not one but two more climaxes.

Then he rose above her, and with his knees on the bed, fists bracketing her torso, lowered himself in a controlled downward stroke. Without touching her anywhere else, he filled her tight, hot, drenched channel.

“I’m gonna come again,” she cried.

“Then do it, but realize it will make the count seven to two, and I’m not letting you up until I’ve at least drawn even.”

“You’d kill me with pleasure.”

He grinned while withdrawing at the same unhurried pace. “Highly unlikely, sweetheart, but it sure would be a hell of a way to go.”

Increasing the tempo, he drove into her a moment later, relishing the glove-tight fit and the ripple of her satiny sheath all around him as sure enough, she came again.

He groaned as her orgasm pulled him into one of his own.

After they recovered, and he released her restraints, Flynn rolled them onto their sides. Yeah, if it ended for him while in bed, buried deep in his beautiful Cassie, he’d die a happy man. But he prayed he had another forty or fifty years of fucking her ahead of him first.

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The following Monday, they drove into work together, a short seven-minute commute from Flynn’s house on the island, something Cassie liked a lot. Planning to drop her off at the lab before heading to the firing range for drills, he parked and like always, came around to her side of the truck to get her door. She felt his eyes on her, and rather than hopping down like she normallydid, she eased out, sliding to the ground. It was a distance for her short legs, and despite her caution, the landing jarred her. She couldn’t hide her slight wince of pain.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m a little sore.”

With her caged in by his body and the open door, the vehicle behind her providing a screen from curious eyes, he slid his arms around her. His hands curved over her ass cheeks, and he squeezed. “That comes with being out of practice, imp. I’ll have to whip you into shape. Maybe I need to put you through First Phase conditioning.”

The thought of walking up the few steps in front of her, let alone running and swimming for miles, made her groan. He gazed down at her, lips twitching with amusement then dipped his head for a quick, yet smoldering kiss.

Ending it much too soon for Cassie’s liking, but out of necessity, considering they were in a busy parking lot at work. He moved back, bringing her with him, and slammed the door. When she groaned as she stepped up on the curb, Flynn put an arm around her to help, more than a little concerned.

“You can barely move,” he exclaimed. “Maybe you should take the day off.”

“I’ve got a system update to run today, and I think my boss would frown upon taking a sick day for overdoing it on the weekend.”

“Call it a personal day. He doesn’t need to know why, does he? Isn’t that why they’re called personal days?”

“I’m okay, honey. Really. I’ve got ibuprofen in my office I can take.”

He frowned as he opened the heavy glass door for her. “Tonight, you get a hot bath and a deep-tissue massage. And we’re taking a night off from sex, maybe two. I teased about fucking you until you couldn’t walk, Cassie, but never intended to actually do it.”

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