Page 58 of Under His Command

“Wait. Are you saying some people do this for fun?”

“Yeah,” she sighed wistfully, her cheeks flushed, clearly remembering her ride fondly. “There’s a waiting list for the joyrides, too. For 60 minutes on the carousel, it’s worth it.”

“An hour!” Cassie exclaimed, which seemed to jolt Jules out of her daydream.

“Ten minutes per station,” she explained. “It went by fast though. I guess it’s the anticipation. They don’t announce ahead of time what the stations will be. By the end of the ride, I was so weak-kneed and drained, Colt had to carry me to the aftercare couch.”

A hand waved in front of her face. “Cassie, baby. Are you with me?”

She blinked, staring at Flynn rather dazed. What had they been saying? It was about the carousel. It came back in a flash, and her answer was vehement.

“No. In fact, hell no! Not in this lifetime.”

His head jerked, stunned. Then his dominance roared to the forefront, his nostrils flaring like a dragon about to breathe fire and lay waste to everything around him, her included. “What did you just say to me?”

Looking at him, brows gathered, jaw clenched, gripping a pair of her white leather cuffs in one hand, she realized her mistake. “Wait. My mind wandered. What did you ask?”

“It’s our turn for the station. I asked you for your wrists.”

She laid her palms on his chest in supplication. “I didn’t mean no to you or the cuffs or the scene, Flynn. Never that. I meant to the carousel, although I could have said it more respectfully to get my point across.”

“Ya think?” he drawled, still looking steamed.

“I’m so sorry, sir. But I remembered the stories I’ve heard, and like you, I’m making it a hard limit. They’d hear me yell “grinder” all the way to Tijuana if I had to ride that thing.”

Somewhat appeased, the fire-breathing dragon retreated to his cave. “I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

She blinked, perplexed. “Then why did you suggest it?”

“Because despite your experience, you’re like a newbie with me. Something that was a definite no in the past may be a yes with us. Do you know why?”

“Because I trust you?”

He encircled her wrists with his fingers, not with fleece. “What else?” he prompted.

She thought for a moment. “Because you love me, and you’re really hot...sir?”

“I was going for the first part.” Suddenly, his fingers threaded through her hair, his eyes darkened with intensity, and his voice grew unusually gruff. “Just so you know, if you change your mind, I’ll likely be the one ringing the bell. The mere thought of six different sets of hands on you, man or woman, even without sex makes me insane.”

“I don’t want anyone touching me but you, master, for a lifetime.”

He pulled her close, his thigh becoming wedged between her own as he plastered her body against him. The gruffness was gone when he spoke. “I’m proud of you for setting a limit, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try to coax you up there for solo play.”

Curious, she tipped her head back and asked, “What’s that?”

“You and me, and five other couples, but no sharing. We keep to our station, and I do whatever I want to you with everyone watching.”

“Grinder,” she whispered as a shudder rushed through her.

“It might seem scary, but your nipples are hard, your breathing is unsteady, and I can feel the heat of your arousal against my thigh. We’ll see if you change your mind once you’ve been around Decadence for a while.” He gave her a smarting smack on her backside and moved her to the table in the center of the room. “Now then, enough talking. Get your clothes off. I only reserved this room for two hours and the clock is ticking. Especially since I have to use part of our time punishing you for smarting off just now before I get to do all the things I planned to do to your delectable body.”

Already hot and aroused, with his proclamation she became quite wet. She didn’t protest; she had earned whatever he planned. Besides, Flynn always made it up to her in the most wonderful ways, which made it a win-win for them both.

Her fingers trembled as they rose to the neckline of the minidress Flynn had selected for her. Made of a stretchy figure-hugging material, the lace panels up the sides were as sexy and revealing as the sweetheart collar was feminine and demure. He had excellent taste and was practical—or perhaps just impatient because with no zipper or fasteners, it came off easily. All she had to do was push it down and wiggle to be completely bare, since her dom hadn’t provided panties.

He patted the leather-covered table on his way to some switches on the wall. “I want you on your back, feet flat, heels to ass, knees spread wide.”

She had no qualms about undressing in front of Flynn and climbing stark naked onto the table. Exposing herself from stem to stern to people she might have to look in the eye and speak to later, wasn’t as easy. But she did so, counting on the rewards for her obedience paying off soon.

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