Under His Command (Six-Alarm Sexy)
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UNDER HIS COMMAND
A firefighter desperate to save his failing marriage earns the trust—and the sexual submission—of his controlling wife in the most pleasurable of ways.
After an explosive one-night stand results in pregnancy, Jamie Caldwell is thrilled to marry the perfect foil to his Dom side. But when his submissive wife starts cringing every time he gives a command, Jamie shackles his dark desires. A bout of rough, frenzied reunion sex makes him wonder if now he should free the Dom he’s kept in chains and teach Erica the joys of submission and sexual surrender.
Erica Caldwell secretly loved every sinful thing Jamie did to her on their first night together. However, terrified she’ll become a codependent doormat like her mother, she repeatedly rejects Jamie’s dominance, despite craving the kind of release only he can give her—the release that comes from yielding to Jamie’s every demand.
Hoping that the trust required by BDSM will help them rebuild their faith in each other, Jamie and Erica embark on a journey of sexual exploration. But is it too late to repair their crumbling marriage?
Raves For
KRISTINE CAYNE and HER NOVELS
“Highly flammable and unforgettable. My favorite erotic romance of the year. Cayne's debut erotic romance was impossible to put down.”
—MsRomanticReads Romance & Erotica Book Reviews on Under His Command
"A Romantic BDSM story, Kristine Cayne's erotica debut hits all the right spots and set them on fire."
—Provocative Reads Book Reviews on Under His Command
“UNDER HIS COMMAND is an edgy, sassy, and oh-so-sexy novel! In other words, erotica at its sizzling best. Another 5-star achievement from talented author Kristine Cayne!”
—Laura Taylor, Romantic Suspense Author of The Warrior Series, 6-Time Romantic Times Award Winner, 2-Time Maggie Award Winner, & RWA RITA Finalist
"This baby gives new meaning to the word HOT! Insanely creative, toe curling and to top that, an amazing story as well! If this is Kristine's first erotic romance, imagine what she'll think of next!"
—Jackie Munoz on Under His Command
“Stock up on ice cubes because this is definitely one sizzling debut…. As rich as a white chocolate cheesecake, Cayne’s entrance into the suspense genre is invigorating, explosive and simply intoxicating….”
—RT Book Reviews, 4½ stars, Top Pick! on Deadly Obsession
“…I laughed, I cried, I sighed and was left wanting to read more…. I’m truly looking forward to reading more in this series.”
—Blithely Bookish Reviews on Deadly Obsession
“…This story was a page turner with the stalking suspense along with the love scenes that are steamy!”
—Romance Novel Junkies on Deadly Obsession
“I loved Nic and Lauren. They were absolutely hot together…. The stalker storyline… kept me just as entertained as the romance…. [On] my list of books that I will definitely be rereading!”
—Cocktails and Books on Deadly Obsession
"This is a read that will have you staying up late to not only enjoy Alyssa and Remi's out of this world chemistry, but so see what lengths some will go to in order to preserve what they feel is right."
—Night Owl Reviews, 4.5 Stars, Top Pick! on Deadly Addiction
"...Cayne creates an entertaining tale, packed with distinctive characters and a suspenseful storyline."
—RT Book Reviews on Deadly Addiction
"Kristine Cayne will dazzle readers yet again with Deadly Addiction, a compelling, beautifully crafted, powerhouse of a romantic suspense novel. Truly a 5-star read! Bravo, Author!"
—Laura Taylor, best-selling author of Intimate Strangers on Deadly Addiction
“…an incredibly gripping, roller-coaster ride, amazingly intense romantic suspense novel. It's overflowing with amazing characters that you love to love, and some that you love to hate (Chaz!). The title is perfect, because it IS addictive. You'll be hooked from start to finish and by the end....you'll be left on the edge, wanting more.”
—Reviews by Molly on Deadly Addiction
ALSO BY KRISTINE CAYNE
Six-Alarm Sexy Series
“Aftershocks,” the prequel to the Six-Alarm Sexy series
in Romance in the Rain
Deadly Vices Series
Deadly Obsession
Deadly Addiction
Anthologies
“Un-Valentine’s Day” in Hearts and Arrows
“Guns ‘N’ Tulips” in The WG2E All-for-Indies Anthologies: Spring Hop Edition
UNDER HIS COMMAND
SIX-ALARM SEXY
BOOK ONE
KRISTINE CAYNE
Kindle Edition
Copyright © 2012 Kristine Cayne
Excerpt from Deadly Obsession © 2012 Kristine Cayne
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ISBN (ebook): 0984903453
ISBN-13 (ebook): 978-0-9849034-5-0
Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I’d like to thank all the wonderful people who encouraged me to write this new erotic romance series that I’d been considering for some time. I’ve always admired the strength and courage it takes to be a firefighter, but I also wanted to acknowledge the hardships that come with such a dangerous profession. I believe the Six-Alarm Sexy series does just that.
To my wonderful husband for your constant support even when I’m far less than a perfect wife because my fingers are glued to the keyboard and my eyes to the computer screen. And to my fabulously talented boys, for showing me that ability has nothing to do with age.
To Dana Delamar for having such enthusiasm for this project and for keeping me focused on weekly deliverables. I hope someday, we’ll be writing one of these together!
To Kyle Moore, Public Information Office for the City of Seattle Fire Department, for your patience in answering my numerous questions. Your answers helped make my firefighters and the rescue scenes realistic and exciting.
To the brave men and women of the SFD’s Technical Rescue Team. The world is a safer place because of you. Colin, as promised, your namesake appears in Aftershocks and he will appear in later books in this series as well. Stay safe.
To Jackie, Michelle, and Arianne for being fabulous beta readers. Your insights and suggestions made this a stronger book. I can’t thank you enough!
Last but definitely not least, to all my readers for taking a chance on a new author. I hope you’ll enjoy this venture into the steamier side of romance. Never fear, my stories will always have an HEA.
Chapter 1
Seattle, five years ago
Jamie Caldwell shoved open the door to his apartment, tugging the woman along behind him. As soon as she cleared the door, he kicked it shut, then lifted her up and pressed her back against it. W
hen she licked her lips, drawing his attention to their fleshy plumpness, lust turned his blood to lava. He couldn’t wait another minute to taste her, to have her. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled against her throat.
The girl—she’d said her name was Rickie—tilted her head to the side and moaned. The sound vibrated through him, electrifying him. Sliding his leg between hers, he lowered her until she was riding his thigh, her heat scorching him even through his jeans. He pulled her blouse up over her face and paused for a moment, caught by the temptation to leave it across her eyes, before he yanked it off.
Her hips stopped their rocking motion and something flashed in her gaze. Uncertainty? He took her face in his hands and gently touched his lips to hers. No sense in scaring her off.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself tightly against him. Taking that as a sign she wanted more, he twisted a hand in her blonde hair and used his grip to pull her head back before pushing his tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet, like fruit. He’d bet anything she’d been drinking one of those girly vodka coolers at the party. On her, he liked it. Loved it, even.
When his tongue swept over hers, the groan that escaped her lips sent a jolt of arousal from his mouth to his cock. If he didn’t get out of these jeans soon, he’d be stuck waiting for his hard-on to go away. And as long as she was around, that wasn’t happening.
Setting her on the floor, he took her hand and drew her down the hall to his bedroom. He didn’t have much in the way of furniture, but the sturdy four-poster custom-made king bed from Caldwell Fine Furnishings had been the first item he’d bought when he’d moved in. She eyed the bed curiously, then ran her hand over the smooth wooden footboard. “Wow, I didn’t expect this.”
What didn’t she expect? Good furniture in a firefighter’s house? Anger started to get the better of him, but then he remembered that she didn’t even know what he did for a living. Before bringing her home, he’d made sure she wasn’t a fire bunny. He’d had enough of those to last a lifetime. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the chip off his shoulder. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“I didn’t expect to be making love on a Caldwell original.” She grinned and turned to him. “My own bed is from IKEA. This is going to be a treat.”
He wanted to smile, to respond to her teasing, but first, he needed to be sure she didn’t know who he was. “How do you know it’s a Caldwell?”
“My roommate. She couldn’t stand the dorm beds, so she replaced it with hers from home. She literally spent hours telling me why Caldwells were the best and showing me how to identify them.”
“So you’re still in school. How old are you?” Shit. If she wasn’t at least twenty-one, she was going home.
Her chin jutted out. “I’m old enough.”
“How. Old.”
“Almost twenty-two, okay?”
Phew. “What are you studying?” he asked, keeping his tone conversational. If the lady wanted some chitchat before they got serious, so be it.
“Pre-law, here at UW.”
His brows flew up. “You want to be a lawyer?”
Her smile fell and she turned away. “Only if I can get in with a scholarship. The money I make working at the cafeteria certainly won’t pay for law school.” She chuckled then, but it sounded strained.
Jamie knew all about financial woes. The Caldwell clan had grown up happy, but they’d never had any excess cash. When Grandpa Bill died, Jamie’s father had taken over as CEO of Caldwell Fine Furnishings. Unfortunately, he’d always been more interested in the latest chair design than in the bottom-line, so the company had struggled. Although Jamie’s parents had encouraged him to get a degree, he’d dropped out and joined the SFD to pitch in with his younger brother William’s tuition. Helping William become a CPA had been the right decision for the whole family and for the business. William was slowly whipping the company into shape, and when their dad eventually stepped down as CEO, everyone expected William to take his place.
Jamie slipped his hands around the girl’s waist, enjoying the feel of her smooth flat stomach, and ran his tongue along the side of her neck. Her breath hitched and her nipples pebbled through the baby blue lace of her bra. “Maybe you just need to find yourself a rich husband who can make all your dreams come true,” he murmured, using his breath to tickle her skin. Her shiver was his reward.
“Someone like you?” she asked and pushed her ass against him.
He snorted. “Hardly.” After six years in the fire service, he made decent money, but no one would ever think of him as rich.
She squeezed her hand between their bodies and stroked his erection. “Speaking of hard…”
That was all the urging he needed. He spun her around and brought his mouth down on hers in a demanding kiss. The taste of her did crazy things to his body. His heart raced as though he’d just run up the practice tower in full gear, and he could barely think with wanting to be inside her.
He lifted his head and backed her up until her legs hit the bedframe. Before they started, he had to make something very clear, just in case there was some truth to their joking. “Tonight is for fun. No strings, no expectations, no limits. Agreed?”
Her eyes clouded for a moment before she nodded. “Agreed.”
The word was barely out of her mouth when he gave her a little push to make her fall back on the bed. She was still gasping when he grabbed the waistband of her jeans and yanked them off her legs. The matching blue panties drew his attention. Placing his hands on her thighs, he drew them apart. She made a slight show of resistance, but gave that up when he frowned at her. Through the delicate material, he could see the shadowed outline of her folds, but no dark hair showed through. Was she truly blonde? Or shaved? Either would work. He grinned. “Take off your bra.”
When she sat up, her legs drifted together. He tapped her right knee. “Keep your legs open.”
Her eyes widened, but she did as he asked. The movement transfixed him like the unwrapping of a long-awaited gift. His gaze wandered up to her chest and focused there while she undid the bra clasp at her back. What tumbled out took his breath away. Perfectly pale, perfectly rose-tipped.
“Do you know how pretty you are?” he murmured.
She shook her head and started to close her legs again, but when she looked up at him, she stopped herself. Good, she was catching on.
“Lie back,” he said. After she complied, he slid two fingers into the sides of her panties and tugged them down to expose her. The very narrow, very fine strip of pale hair left the outer pink lips clearly visible. How would she taste? He was more than eager to find out.
When he finished removing her panties, she immediately spread her legs wide. He smiled and rewarded her by kneeling between her thighs and tracing his finger along her silken folds. “You have a gorgeous pussy.”
Her snort caught him by surprise. “You don’t think so?” he asked.
“First, it’s not gorgeous, and second, I hate that word.”
“Pussy? What else should I call it? Crotch? Mound?” His mock-shudder made her laugh. The low throaty sound had him imagining what noises she’d make when she came. Christ. His cocked pulsed against his zipper.
“I guess there is no good word for it. But men use pussy in such a vulgar way. It’s always turned me off.”
With the tip of his finger, he massaged the V along both sides of her clit. The tender skin gleamed with her juices, and she writhed beneath his touch. “You don’t seem turned off to me.” A blush bloomed on her cheeks. She really was too cute. He continued his exploration. “Let’s see. It’s soft and warm and furry, and it likes to be petted. When you do it just right, you even hear it purr.” He ran his finger up to her clit and circled around it.
“Mmm,” she closed her eyes and moaned.
“Sounds like a pussy to me.”
Her lids popped open and her gaze shot to his face. She answered his grin with one of her own. “You do have a way with… words, Jamie.” She licked her
lips and arched her back. “But we’d better get this show on the road. I’m pretty close to the edge already.”
Was she now? Little Rickie was going to learn that, with him, orgasms had to be earned, and she hadn’t earned hers yet. Far from it. He stepped back from the bed and undid his jeans, letting his cock pop free. She sat up and watched as he wrapped his hand around it and stroked its length. “Want this?” he asked.
She swallowed and cleared her throat before answering. “Y-yes.”
“Then come and get it.”
Rising from the bed, she crossed the few feet over to him and stopped. When she reached out to touch him, he shook his head. “On your knees.” The words tore out of his throat, thick and hoarse with need.
He waited for her to follow through on his command before removing his jeans and boxers. He tossed them onto the chair by the window then went back to her, placing the head of his cock so that it barely touched her glistening lips. A drop of pre-cum escaped. Her tongue peeked out from her alluring mouth and she licked up the bead with one broad swipe, a satisfied smile on her face. His knees shook with the strength of his arousal.
Who was this woman?
To hide his surprise, he wrapped a hank of her hair around his hand and tugged until her head fell back, then he moved in close. “Suck me. Deep.”
This night was going to kill her.
Erica Madden gripped the sheets on Jamie’s Caldwell original bed and turned her face into the pillow, clenching her teeth to muffle her screams—screams of ecstasy. She’d come so many times, she’d lost count. All she could do was lie there limp and satisfied.