Cassie’s prediction came true in the five interminable days and six excruciating nights that followed. The week dragged on as though it were a month. With Flynn covering someone else’s rotation, she didn’t know if it made it better or worse that she didn’t see him. By the time Saturday arrived, she was wired, and annoyed he’d put them through this needless torture when he could have had her in his arms, and his bed, every night since Monday.

He wanted to give her time to make a lucid decision. Ha! The only thing she could think about was his hands on her bare bottom, the taste of his kisses, and the way the hard length of him had pressed against her belly when he’d taken her in his arms. And his no-getting-off rule hadn’t promoted clear, lucid thinking. On the contrary! She couldn’t focus on anything except seeing him, and how, if it didn’t happen soon, she would explode like a firecracker with a short fuse.

At the end of the utterly frustrating week, she once again found herself squirming in the backseat of Colt’s Dodge Charger and fussing with her indecently short skirt as they made their way north to LA.

“Shouldn’t we be there by now? How much longer?” she barked abruptly as though her friend was her chauffeur.

“Since I said thirty minutes ten minutes ago, and twenty-five, five minutes after that, you finish the countdown, math whiz.”

Her head snapped up; seeing her friend staring at her wide-eyed from the front seat while Colt frowned at her in the rear-view mirror with waning tolerance. “Sorry,” she murmured, realizing how much she sounded like an ungracious, demanding brat.

“You’re wound as tight as a kid going on vacation,” Jules said with an understanding smile. “But you don’t need to apologize for being excited. I am too, for you.”

“As am I, squirt,” Colt conceded. “I’m going ten over already to get you there in plenty of time.”

Her eyes homed in on the clock on the dash, then flicked to the speedometer. “Good grief, don’t get a ticket and make us late. Flynn will think I’m not coming. Slow down!”

Colt growled as he eased off the gas, shooting a laser-sharp glare at her in the mirror, equal parts impatience, and amusement. He looked briefly at his wife. “If the Commander doesn’t paddle her ass tonight, I swear I’m going to because she’s driving me nuts.”

Jules stroked his arm gently. “She’s in love, babe. Remember how crazy we were when we first met?”

His hand covered hers, and with their fingers intertwined, he raised it to his lips. As he brushed her knuckles with a kiss, the look he sent her friend was so warm it melted Cassie’s heart. That’s what she wanted with Flynn, and she was twenty minutes away from making it happen.

He checked his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, glaring at the damn thing as if it were responsible for the time creeping by. It had been this way all week. He couldn’t begin to count the times he’d grabbed his keys and was halfway to the door, on his way to her, before stopping himself. Distance brought clarity, he reminded himself, and he wanted her to be damn sure that he was what she wanted. They had too much riding on this to rush in, and because once he claimed her, he wasn’t letting her go.

On edge, he’d been extra tough on his men, joining them for many of the endurance drills not only to burn off frustrated energy but to end their bitching. He’d proven even at his age, which was almost twice some of theirs, he could cut it and wasn’t asking more out of them than he could do himself. Still, he’d had three candidates ring the bell, unable to take another day in the grinder. It wasn’t unexpected and probably for the best. If they couldn’t hack it now, they’d never survive hell week and its twenty-hour training days.

To Flynn, the past six days, while constantly wondering how Cassie would decide, had been an emotional hell week. He’d questioned the punishment he’d given her innumerable times, but it had served many purposes. He wanted to give her a sample of the Dom she could expect. The caning, mild though it was, revealed his disciplinarian side and illustrated how her risky behavior the past weekend would not fly with him—ever. The kisses and the gentle touches they’d shared were intended to counteract the discomfort and demonstrate being with him wouldn’t be entirely about disapproval and discipline. That she seemed truly disappointed when he didn’t carry the scene out to its natural conclusion, gave him hope she’d say yes with her attendance tonight.

If she belonged to him already, he would have taken her there on the window seat while her bottom still sizzled with heat. Then on the couch, over his desk, and against the wall, with her hands pinned above her head in one of his own. He would have loved to have her trembling and at his mercy as he teased and tormented her luscious body until she was begging him to fuck her. Those images had caused him many sleepless nights—not only during the past week.

Shutting it down when she wanted him had been one of the toughest things he’d ever done, and for a SEAL that was saying something. He’d suffered for it because his hard-on had gone unabated despite the brutal pace he’d set for his men. He’d fallen into bed each night exhausted, but even in sleep, his dick stayed hard, like it was now, while he waited at the bar, consumed with thoughts of her.

Choosing a spot with a clear view of the entrance, with each passing sweep of the second hand, he got increasingly tense. He knew it showed on his face when most of the other club members gave him a wide berth. Those unobservant few who got too close picked up on the waves of his mounting impatience and made a hasty retreat.

“Quit scowling, man. You’re scaring the members and costing me bar business.” Flynn didn’t so much as blink at Eric’s comment, his eyes remaining glued to the door. “You don’t honestly think she’ll refuse you, and not show, do you?”

“No,” he said shortly, confident Cassie would make the right decision for them both. Nonetheless, in the back of his mind, the tiniest fraction of nagging doubt remained.

“Have a bourbon while you wait at least. It may not remove the glower from your ugly mug, but it might lessen it enough, so the subs aren’t afraid to fetch their Doms a damn beer.”

Flynn didn’t object when his friend raised his hand and signaled to the bartender.

“Don’t worry, Commander.”

The softly spoken words got his attention despite the blaring music and the chattering, boisterous crowd. He turned to find Valerie, Eric’s subbie wife gazing up at him with a smile. He’d been so obsessed with watching the front door, he hadn’t even noticed her presence.

“I saw the two of you dancing last Saturday. She was wearing a mask, but even so, there was no mistaking the way she looked at you or how she melted in your arms. You weren’t wearing one, which means Cassie knew it was you from the beginning. She’ll be here.”

As if on cue, the doors opened. The bright red wig and prim white shirt were hard to miss in the sea of pervasive black fetish wear. He stood, positioning himself so he could see all of her from the beribboned twin braids to the short skirt, and the fuck-me shoes that screamed anything but innocent schoolgirl. He grinned, well-pleased. She’d done as he asked, coming to him exactly as she was that night.

“You’ve got an eerie sense of prophecy, love.” This came from Eric, who looked on with his arm around Val’s waist. “Now the question is, will the Commander make her come to him or meet her halfway?”

He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Flynn stepped forward, his eyes not leaving Cassie as he watched her scan the room. When she spotted him, her shoulders slumped visibly, and he realized she’d been as anxious about this meeting as he was. Immediately, she started in his direction.

“In this crowd,” he told his companions, “waiting for her to come to me, might take all night. I’m usually a patient man, but I burned through it all these last six days. I’m going to claim what is mine.”

With his eyes on her, he didn’t look before he surged ahead, which was unfortunate. So was the near-disastrous collision he had with the waitress who had the misfortune of passing by at that precise moment with a full tray of drinks. The young woman took the brunt of it, bouncing off Flynn’s hard, unyielding frame which eclipsed her in both momentum and sheer mass. She staggered, and he reached out on reflex, steadying her with his hands on her waist. Somehow, she managed to save the teetering tray of sloshing glasses while she apologized. But he dismissed her, his mind circling back to Cassie, as soon as Eric stepped in to calm his flustered employee. Not generally rude, he would have accepted the blame and stayed to ensure she was all right, but Flynn had a more urgent mission.

Glancing up, he searched for Cassie who was no longer at the front doors. It took a moment, but he spotted the top of her bright head in the crowd.

“What the fuck?” he growled the next moment when bodies shifted. Another Dom had stopped her and had his hand on her arm. From across the room, he could see the hold wasn’t gentle.

“What’s wrong?” Eric asked, instantly switching his focus and stepping up beside him.

“That bastard Charles has his hands on her. So help me, if he causes her to bolt again, I’ll break him in two.”

As he rushed into the crowd, he heard his friend’s drawled request. “Try not to get his blood on the floor, will you, Flynn? The grout in the tile costs a fortune to clean.”

Further testing Colt’s patience, Cassie hopped out of the car before it fully stopped. Making matters worse, she rushed up the steps, and into the lobby without an escort. But she’d waited long enough to see Flynn, and now that she was finally here, she didn’t want to waste another precious minute.

Check-in delayed things with the scantily clad woman in reception unsure about allowing a guest in without a member. One of the security guards assisted in finding her name on a list, and without too much fuss, had waved her through without making her wait for Colt and Jules who were still parking.

She rushed through the same doors where only a week earlier she’d fled, as Flynn had said like her ass was on fire, then found herself at a standstill. Though not as busy as the last time, the bar area was still standing room only. Anxiously scanning for him in the mass of wall to wall bodies, in seconds she spotted his dark blond head by the bar on the opposite side of the room and added easily-picked-out-in-a-crowd to her growing list of things she liked about Flynn.

With his height advantage, he had already noticed her arrival and was watching her. Their eyes met, and he lifted his chin, a cool acknowledgment of her presence. Cool as in badass, not indifferent, thankfully. She smiled, and her chest felt like it might burst with happiness when, even from across the dimly lit room, she saw his face soften.

Excited, and not caring at all if she appeared overeager—which she so was—Cassie started forward. She hadn’t gotten more than a few steps before a man stepped into her path.

“I see the cunt has returned for more cock teasing games.”

Startled by the scathing tone and vulgar words, her head snapped up. It was Elbow Patches. His lips were twisted into a sneer as he glared back at her. Where she had thought him average before, his hostility made him slide several notches down the ladder to subpar. Maybe it was time to get her eyes examined.

His anger was unjustified. She had never meant to lead him on, and hadn’t, not really. Too busy staring at her boobs, and spouting off at the mouth, he neglected to ask if she was interested, and took a ribbon without invitation. Thus, it was his ego at fault. But by unmasking her, he’d unwittingly started the ball rolling with Flynn. She supposed she should thank him, or at least try to appease him with an apology.

“I’m sorry if I gave the impression—”

“As you should be.” His eyes dipped down her body, lingering on her throat, then they shifted behind her. “Since you’re still available, you can make it up to me tonight.”

Without waiting for a response, his fingers curled around her arm, biting painfully into her soft flesh. He began to haul her deeper into the room, moving away from Flynn at the bar, and toward the dungeon. Oblivious to her struggles, or simply ignoring them, he began outlining his plans for her.

“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 surprisingly 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 began to panic. 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.

Flynn snarled in his face. “Touch her again, asshole, 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 as he turned to watch.

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 who 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 around them murmured in approval.

She put her hands behind her back in a pose she’d been taught 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 loose 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 crowd around them cheered, 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 her 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.

As he crossed the main playroom floor with a purpose, Cassie’s head turned, trying to take in everything about the infamous Decadence dungeon at once. But Flynn was moving too fast, dodging others, and winding around stations filled with bondage equipment, some of which she’d never seen before, like the huge wheel with the man strapped to it in four-point restraints, or the odd black leather sawhorse.

A submissive straddled it naked, her arms behind her back, legs shackled to the legs. She was sweating, and screaming, obviously enjoying more than the flogging her Master was giving her because she was grinding her hips against the rounded top. Something else was happening. Then, she raised her hips, and Cassie saw she was riding a dildo affixed to the horse as well.

Her mouth dropped open, and she knew her eyes had to be as round as saucers. “I’ve never been inside before,” she breathed in amazement.

Still on the move, Flynn’s long legs ate up the cavernous expanse of the room in only a few seconds. When he reached a set of stairs on the far wall, he began climbing.

“You’ll get your tour, later,” he promised gruffly. “After I’ve fucked you until you can’t see straight.”

She liked the sound of that and promptly forgot the spectacle below them. Her hand slipped up to his strong jaw. “Maybe we should postpone the tour until the morning after I’ve recovered. I’d hate to miss anything now that I’m here.”

He turned his head and pressed a kiss into her palm. “Let’s make that tomorrow afternoon. The club is closed on Sunday. Maybe by then, I’ll have satisfied my hunger enough to let you out of bed. I’ve waited for you too long.”

“I want you too, Flynn. I think I have from the first moment I saw you.”

He didn’t repeat her words right away, but he did react. They had arrived at room number six, and he set her down, crushing her between his big body and the door as he claimed her mouth with a ravenous need, as though he would consume her on the spot. Flynn’s long fingers found the hem of her skirt and tugged it up to her waist. As his hands dove inside her ruffled panties and palmed both cheeks, he slid her upward until her feet left the floor, and with his hips aligned with hers, ground the hard length of his cock against the damp strip of cotton between her thighs.

“Reach back and open the door. I need a bed, or some other flat horizontal surface before I take you here and now.”

Fumbling behind her, she found the knob and turned it. Their combined weight sent the door slamming inward. He twisted his body and stopped the rebounding panel from colliding with her back, as he carried her inside, barely pausing to kick it closed with his heel. He briefly scanned the room, moving to the right past four small student desks to the massive mahogany one sitting prominently up front beside an old-fashioned chalkboard. Once he draped her over the top, he peeled her panties down her legs.

Bare to him, she blushed, but he didn’t allow her to dwell on it long. Instead, his warm hands slid to the backs of her thighs and spread them. He bent her knees to her chest and the next instant, his hot tongue licked through her folds, making her tremble. When he moved up to her clit, lashing and circling it greedily with his tongue, he ordered gruffly, “Hold your legs open for me, Cassie, I need my hands free.”

She curled her fingers around the backs of her knees keeping them in place. Like when he started, Flynn’s mouth kept busy, but it got so much better with his thumbs available to slip in and spread her pussy giving him access to every slick inch.

“So damn sweet,” he groaned, his words sending vibrations along her folds, further stimulating the already sensitized nerve endings. “Just as I knew you would be.”

After the long week of anticipation and self-denial, she felt her climax within reach.

“I can’t wait.”

“I don’t want you to,” he demanded against her wetness. “Come for me, baby. I can’t wait to watch.”

His permission given, her orgasm slammed through her, causing her back to bow and her legs to tense. Hands on her inner thighs held her still as Flynn doubled down, licking and sucking harder, drawing out every quiver and convulsive shudder. Cassie cried out yet again when a second wave of pleasure washed over her.

He continued, lapping and savoring, although only for a moment. Then he rose, towering over her as his hands ripped at the buttons of his pants. He paused to fish out a condom from his pocket and rip it open with his teeth. In an instant, they were protected, and Flynn was penetrating her drenched heat. “I’m clean,” she said as he pressed into her.

“We’ll deal with that in a bit. I’ve got to have you, right now.”

It had been a while for her, and Flynn was well-endowed, proportionate with the rest of his big body. He stretched and filled her, connecting with nerve endings that had been dormant for some time. With his cock embedded so deep, it stirred other nerves she didn’t know she had. As he plunged in fast and withdrew slowly, she felt the pressure building again.

“Flynn…”

“I know, but I want you to wait for me this time. You’re wet and so damn tight; I want to feel you squeeze around me when I come inside you.”

“It feels too good; I don’t know if I can.” Cassie paused for a gulp of air as he picked up the pace and tried again. “I’ve waited for you for what seems like forever.”

“Aw, hell,” he bit out with a growl, driving into her harder. “We’ll do slow next time. Or on the third or fourth go round.” His hand slipped between them, and his thumb found her clit, ensuring she kept pace. “I love your pussy. So sweet and unbelievably snug, when I do go ungloved, I won’t be able to get enough.”

Flynn leaned forward, his torso pushing her knees near her shoulders. She squeaked as he went deeper than she thought possible, but she didn’t complain, greedily taking everything he gave her. As he pumped his hips, spurring her toward another incredible climax, she watched his eyes, often gray, sometimes blue, but always ever changing. Right now, they were like quicksilver and so near, she could see in them how consumed he was by passion.

With an ardent groan, his mouth sealed over hers. It took no more than that to have her coming again. As she convulsed around his driving cock, squeezing him, and finding her pleasure, she took him with her, his release coinciding with her own.

His loud, raspy shout drowned out her breathy sighs of delight as they held one another.

Resting above her, propped on his elbows, keeping his weight from crushing her, his head came up. She whimpered in disappointment when he rose above her, but he only released her legs so they could settle more comfortably around his hips.

Neither moved afterward, bodies still joined until their breathing returned to normal. Of course, Flynn with his Navy SEAL conditioned body, recovered first.

“I would have preferred a soft bed for our first time.”

She laughed softly. “You mean like the one over there?”

His head turned, and he looked where she pointed.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

“You’ve never been in here before?”

“Nope.” He looked down at her with a grin. “You are my one and only teacher’s pet.”

“I like that.”

Without separating from her, he scooped her up and crossed to the bed on the far wall, in shadows compared to the well-lit classroom.

“I guess it’s here for teacher’s nap time,” she suggested, giggling when he dropped her upper body, only a few inches, but enough to make her bounce on the soft mattress. He settled over her, still semi-hard inside her. She wiggled beneath him, her inner muscles squeezing him tight.

“You can forget about napping. I’m far from done with you. Ready for round two?”

“Yes, although it seems a shame to be in this huge, well-equipped sex club and do it missionary style on a bed.”

His deep rumbling laugh filled the room. “Bored with me already?”

“Oh, no… I didn’t mean—”

He bent his head, stopping her lips with a kiss. “I’m teasing, Cassie. But let me see if I can spice things up a bit.”

He reached above her and, in a blink, had cuffs around her wrists, and her arms restrained to a single point in the headboard. Next, he pulled out and flipped her onto her belly. With his hands on her hips, he raised her up on her knees.

When he moved away, and she heard another wrapper crinkle, she started to protest again, but he patted an ass cheek as he crawled into place behind her.

“Always gloved; it’s a club rule.”

“Oh.” Her disappointment was audible.

“That doesn’t apply to the apartments upstairs, however.”

“Can we go there?”

The warmth of his laughter brushed her shoulder. “Not a condom fan, I see. You’ll get me ungloved soon enough. After I’ve had my fill of you here, we’ll head up because we’re spending the night.”

Ah, something to look forward to.

He surprised her the next instant by standing her on her feet. With her wrists bound, this bent her body into an inverted V and left her pussy and bottom vulnerable to whatever he had planned.

It involved more of his mouth, which got busy right away. More slowly than the first time, he teased and licked her already sensitive and swollen flesh, which was still recovering from two orgasms, three if you count the twofer. But his attention soon roused her again. When she was writhing before him, Flynn’s agile tongue flicked and swirled around her clit, then slid up to her tender opening and dove inside. Next, he shifted, gliding higher as he spread her ass cheeks and lapped at her naughty hole.

“Would this be new to you, baby?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve never…”

“Mmm… We’ll have to take care of that because I’m claiming you, Cassie, all of you. Once I’m finished, you’ll know without a doubt every square inch of your body, each dip and gorgeous curve, and every fuckable hole belongs to me.”

His tongue wetted her puckered skin, probing gently with the tip. Then his fingers joined in, slipping into her drenched channel first, before one, then another, stretched her virgin ass. It was tight, felt wicked, and intensely erotic. She felt herself nearing climax once more.

“Flynn, you’re going to make me come again.”

“Control it, imp, until my cock is planted deep.”

“I don’t know that I can.”

His hand came down sharply on each cheek. The spanks sent ripples of sensation and heat to her already aching center, not helping her situation, at all.

“Try for me, Cassie.”

“Yes, sir.”

His tongue slowly circled her clit in time to his two-fingered thrusts, and when she moaned helplessly at the unrivaled pleasure, he added a third.

“Please, anymore, and I’ll come,” she cried.

“No, you won’t. Not until I’m ready for you to. Understand?”

“Yes,” she groaned, although she wasn’t at all convincing.

Her legs were shaking from the control she was exerting when he lowered her to her knees and pressed against the backs of her thighs. She felt his hand on her bottom as he guided his cock to her untried opening. Steadying her with a hand splayed over the small of her back, the broad, smooth tip entered her. Unhurried, he eased his cock inside her.

She made a little squeaking noise as the air caught in her throat, feeling a pinch much lower as her muscles stretched to accommodate him.

“Breathe,” he ordered in a low, husky tone. “Holding it makes you tense up. Inhale deep and blow out slowly. It will help you relax and take me.”

Doing as he said, she sucked in a long gulp of air and blew it out. When she did, he moved inside further. Now seated enough not to need his hands, he slid one around in front and found her clit. As he circled it and rubbed steadily, she continued to breathe like he instructed, and he sank in more. With care, he took his time until she felt his hips against the backs of her thighs, and the flat of his abdomen against her bottom.

Flynn released her from the headboard, but he didn’t uncuff her. Then he pulled her up, and with her back to his front, lifted her hands over his head and hooked them behind his neck. With her bound to him now, he began to move, his hand working her pussy in front while his cock pumped steady and deep into her ass from behind. He still had one hand free and slid it up to palm one breast, while his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple.

“Mmmm, Flynn,” she moaned, “that feels so good.”

He pinched, tugging on the tip firmly while his other hand slipped further between her thighs. Then, with the thumb on her clit busily thrumming, he plunged two fingers into her pussy without ever breaking rhythm.

“You feel more than good; you’re incredible. And, while I like hearing my name with your voice husky from passion, we’re at the club. I expect to hear, sir. Master or commander will do nicely as well.” His mouth opened on her neck and he licked his way up to her ear. “Let me hear you say it, Cassie.”

“Commander,” she replied, panting as he continued to drive her toward another climax.

“Very nice,” he growled as he sucked on her earlobe, nipping it with his teeth. “How’s this, imp? Still bored?”

“No, never.” She bent her head to the side, offering him complete access. “Any more spice and I’ll be a blob of quivering jelly on the sheets.”

“We’ll need to build your endurance. Because this is only round two and I’ve got more planned for you tonight.”

“It’s round three for me, four with the double orgasm, but yes, please, and thank you, sir.”

“I aim to please you until you come screaming, sweet Cassie. Would you like that?”

“You mean more than you already have? That much pleasure might kill me, but I’m willing to give it the old college try.”

He tweaked a nipple. When she yelped, he gave it a firm pinch as he gently chided, “Mm, you’re a sassy imp, tonight. And here I am out of hands.” He moved to the other breast and rolled and pinched its hard peak.

“Sorry, sir. I’ll be good, just don’t stop.”

“Now what would be the fun in that?”

His hand left her breast and slid up to her jaw, turning her head until he held her gaze. With his big cock gliding in and out of her ass, and the hand between her thighs relentlessly working her pussy, he waited until a keening moan of need rose from her throat. Only then, with his lips barely brushing hers, did her commander speak the words she’d been waiting for. “You may come now, baby.”

When she let go, he kissed her, his tongue delving deep, his mouth absorbing her bliss-filled cries. She came hard, her pussy and ass clenching tight around his fingers and cock, both passages spasming as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.

A throaty rumble sounded in her ear as Flynn continued to stroke into her, deep and deliberate for several more thrusts. She could tell he was close when he picked up speed and buried his face in her hair. Then his arms flexed around her tightly as he also found bliss and followed her into a glorious, body shaking release.

After every twitch and tremor had subsided, he undid the quick release on her cuffs and eased her onto the pillows. Taking care of the condom in the bathroom she hadn’t noticed, he returned shortly. The bed shifted beneath his weight as he fitted his big body to her own, spooning her from behind.

“I’m glad I was there to pull a half-drowned waif from the frigid surf late last summer,” he murmured into her hair. “And, that we straightened the age difference out.”

“And I’m glad you were the big, strong, handsome hero who came to my rescue, even though you threatened to spank my behind first and ask questions later. That we were complete strangers and had so much in common, must have been fate.”

“Must have been,” he breathed into her hair, his arms flexing around her, and drawing her in tight. “You don’t know how badly I wanted to turn you over my knee, peel down those skimpy shorts, and teach you the error of your ways.”

“And I was hoping you would. We’re perfect for each other, but it seems too good to be true. Pinch me, Flynn, so I know this isn’t a dream.” His hand slid up and curled around her breast, his thumb first flicking, then his fingers slowly rolling the over-sensitized tip. “I think I’ve done plenty of that already. If you still don’t believe, let me recover for a moment, and I’ll take you upstairs. There is one more hole I haven’t claimed.”

She snuggled back against him. The notion of taking him into her mouth and pleasuring him the way he had done her, made her smile. Although her body was buzzing from having come four times already, she was eager to even the score. A brief respite, while cuddled in his arms, wasn’t something she was going to protest, however. Closing her eyes, she relaxed into him, for the first time in her adult life feeling content and that she was complete, realizing what she’d been missing all along.

It was Flynn; he made her whole, and though she’d fought it, filled with self-doubt, she should have felt their connection. It had been there all along, his tender care of her and his protectiveness. Knowing that he’d fought the attraction as much as she had, she recalled all the soft smiles and frequent touches which she realized now stemmed from more than affection and didn’t understand how she could have been so dense.

“We couldn’t see the forest for the trees,” she whispered aloud. “I always thought I understood what that meant but really had no clue. So much time wasted.”

“Hush, imp. No regrets. Our eyes are wide open now, and there’s only a bright future ahead of us.”