Page 63 of Under His Command

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, though she sounded anything but compliant, the ache in her clit and needy pussy almost unbearable.

“You want to be a good girl, to please me, don’t you, Cassie? Or would you rather be bad and pay the price I charge?”

“Which girl gets to come faster, sir?”

On the edge of her consciousness, she heard the low laughter of the onlookers just as the crop returned and slapped the tender skin of her inner thighs.

“A good girl,” she cried. “I want to beyourgood girl, sir. Who pleases you, and makes you lose control, so that you call her name as you come from the pure pleasure she brings you. We can do that more than once in two hours, can’t we? Now, and toward the end, and a couple of times in the middle, let’s say.”

He chuckled. “Nice try, imp, but I’m in charge, and get to say when you come, and how long you must wait.” His long fingers spread her apart, and he brought the leather down on her clit and inner folds in a flurry of light slaps then stepped away. As she struggled for control over her body, she heard the faint sound of a zipper opening.

When she felt him beside her, the head of his cock brushing against her cheek, she opened for him eagerly. He didn’t plunge inside, not Flynn. His control was amazing. Even though he was rigid like steel, the tip wet with the proof of his barely contained desire, he went slow, drawing it out for them both. He slid his length sideways across her lips, the same way he used the crop shaft on her pussy only moments before.

“You can try to hurry me along, pretty sub. Stick out your tongue.”

She did, enjoying the taste of him in the slow side-to-side glide before he turned her head toward him and took her mouth.

“Suck me.”

His husky voice, rife with undisguised raw need, sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her. As did his hands, one holding her head, his fingers threaded in her hair, while the other swept down her body, over her breasts, pinching her nipples in passing, before moving down her belly and in between her spread legs, where they slid inside.

Finding it hard to focus on sucking, licking, and breathing while fending off a forbidden climax from the steady pump of his fingers and the strum of his thumb over her clit, she whimpered in frustration.

He answered with a groan and a deep thrust, which took him to the back of her throat. It still only encompassed part of his length. Flynn pulled out, leaving her gasping for air as he moved down the table.

“My turn for a taste.”

“I won’t be able to stand it.”

“Try really hard.”

She cried out at the first hot lick of his tongue. When it swept over her engorged clit, her hips came off the table, and her breath caught in her throat. His arm came across her belly, holding her down. In this position, he could also reach her pussy from the top, and he used his fingers to keep her spread open.

“Such a good girl, Cassie-mine, and so responsive, too bad her mean old dominant won’t let her come. Hang on for a few more minutes. We’re almost there.” He said this before his tongue dipped back inside, swirling first around the aching nub then flicking it. Next, his lips closed over it, applying incredible suction.

It was too much, and she exploded, a shock wave of pleasure coursing through her. Breathless, she couldn’t cry out his name, or ask for forgiveness, or make a sound other than pants for air.

When he released her, his head came up, and he grinned. “Such a shame. Now I’ll have to punish you more.”

“You did...that...on purpose,” she gasped.

He winked as he rose to his feet. “Of course, I did. It gives me an excellent excuse to spank your exquisite round ass.” Suddenly, her feet were in the air, and her knees were against her chest, Flynn’s heavy forearm holding them there. “Not that I need one,” he added with a devilish laugh.

The crop smacked smartly on one upraised cheek then the other. He followed them up with countless more of varied force and pace, sometimes little taps in quick succession, or with a harder stroke across the fullest part of her cheek, biting enough to make her cry out, but it wasn’t from pain. On the contrary. She was so turned on, she begged for more. He obliged, swatting every inch of her elevated bottom from the tops of her thighs to the crests of each cheek until it was hot and aching.

Cassie couldn’t help it, the stimulation was too much, and she went over the top, convulsing in a body-shaking, eye-rolling, toe-curling orgasm.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, thumb sliding into her quivering channel before she stopped coming. “There’s only one problem.” He twisted his hand, two fingers gliding over and pressing on the tight hole in the back. “You didn’t have permission for that one, either. Did you?”

“No, sir, I’m sorry.”

“Ah, baby,” he chuckled. “I seriously doubt that is the truth. But somehow, we’re going to have to get this come-at-will philosophy you have in check.”

Breathing hard as he pumped into both holes at once, building the pressure to another peak, she admitted, “You’re right. I lied. I’m not sorry at all, Commander. That felt wonderful, and it still feels wonderful.”

“I like honesty, Cassie; you know that. And even though confession is good for the soul, it won’t get you out of another punishment. Hold your legs in place,” he ordered gruffly.

She had barely wrapped her arms around the backs of her thighs and pulled them close before she heard athump, what she assumed was the crop hitting the tile floor. Flynn’s cock rubbed between her slick folds, running the length of her slit, from clit to rear opening. He did this twice, and on the third pass plunged into her pussy at long last. With one hard thrust, he filled her to incredible fullness with his generous cock.

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