Under His Command (Six-Alarm Sexy)

by Kristine Cayne

  “Different.” She sounded breathless. Sexy as hell.

  He tugged on the string. “Good different or bad different?”

  “Good.”

  “I’m going to have this lovely ass soon.” Tracing the puckered skin, he added, “I’m going to sink my cock in this tight little hole. And you’re going to love it.”

  “I wouldn’t count on that,” she smirked.

  His stomach dropped, collapsing like a ceiling cave-in. “Is that a hard limit?”

  “What if it is?”

  “Then we have a problem.”

  Her forehead wrinkled as she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Why?”

  “Because your ass is one of my must-haves.”

  “Oh.”

  “So, is it? A hard limit?” Before he got any more caught up in his dream of the perfect relationship with Rickie, he had to know. If it was a hard limit, he’d have some thinking to do.

  Turning away from him, she leaned her forehead on her forearms against the car. “Why is it suddenly so important to you? You’ve never brought this up before.”

  He trailed his fingers along the pale curve, enjoying the sight of his tanned hand against her white skin. “I never thought you’d accept it before.” He laughed, the sound like gravel against his throat. “I was on such thin ice with you. The last thing you needed was proof that I was a perv. I couldn’t risk it.”

  She raised her head. “Because you thought I’d use it against you. To keep you away from Chloe.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, Jamie. It’s not a hard limit. I’m not sure I’ll like it, but I’m willing to try.”

  “Fair enough.” Relief and pride poured through him.

  Meeting his gaze, she smiled. “What now?”

  “Now it’s time for your punishment.” Rickie’s eyes widened. He tried to hide his grin, but he wasn’t sure he was all that successful.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked. Her breath came in small pants that betrayed her excitement.

  “Remember the safeword. Use it if necessary.” He palmed one of her breasts through the thin material of her dress, capturing the nipple between his fingers. With his other hand, he stroked her exposed ass. Her moan as she pressed into his hand sent a thrill humming through his body. He lifted his itchy palm and brought it back down in a quick hard smack. The satisfying sound of flesh against flesh and her small yelp almost drove him to his knees. He’d waited so fucking long for this.

  He caressed the mark on her ass cheek, easing the sting. Her cry had held more pleasure than pain. Still, he had to make sure she was really onboard. “Do you have something to say to me?”

  “Thank you?” she said, licking her lips.

  Her answer surprised a chuckle from him. “No.” He brought his hand down again, enjoying the sound of her breath catching and the moan that escaped her plump lips as he rubbed the now rosy skin. “Try again,” he ordered.

  “Mmm… I’m sorry?”

  “When a sub speaks to her Dom, she needs to show appropriate respect.”

  “So I should call you Mr. Caldwell now?”

  “Or Sir.”

  “Is that what your subs called you?”

  “No.”

  “Tell me. I want to know.”

  “They called me Master.”

  “Oh.” She swallowed and he waited, knowing she had more to say. “But you don’t want me to call you that?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  He turned her around so they were face to face, so she was clear about what he was going to say. “Because I love you. Because we’re equals. Because you’re my wife, Rickie, not my slave or servant.”

  A blush colored her cheeks as a smile played at the corner of her lips. “You know, I’m starting to believe that.”

  Hauling her against his chest, he crushed his mouth over hers, drinking in her gasp as she melted into him. When her lips parted, he plunged his tongue inside, relishing her heat, the taste of the mochi she’d had for dessert. Desire swept through him like an electric river in his veins, sparking every nerve ending in its way. His chest pumping like a bellows, he spun her around, flattening her against the convertible. “Let’s start that again. Do you have something to say to me, Mrs. Caldwell?”

  One hand closed on her nipple, the other found its way to her ass. She pressed herself against him and arched her back. “I… I’m sorry, Sir.”

  His stomach clenched and everything south of his waist turned to rebar. “That’s much better.” As light as he could, he brushed his hand over her reddened skin. She rolled her hips. “Is there something you want?”

  “Please do it again, Sir.”

  “You really must be more specific, Mrs. Caldwell.”

  She sucked on her lower lip for a moment. Had he pushed her too far? He watched nearly paralyzed as she inhaled deeply. Then her lips opened. “Spank me, Mr. Caldwell. Please, spank me again.”

  Tingles raced up his spine. Had he died and gone to heaven? Surely Rickie was an angel, a gift from God. With his hand on her breast, he pulled her tight against his chest, careful to leave her bare cheek unhindered. Bringing his hand back, he sent it forward and raked his teeth along the fragile bones of her neck. His hand hit her bottom, his fingers splayed so the tip of his middle finger brushed her pussy. Her groan, low and carnal, arrowed through him like lightening. He spanked her again and twice more.

  She turned her face to him. “Oh, I’m c—” He covered her mouth with his own, sealing in her cries as her body convulsed with the power of her orgasm. She was so goddamned beautiful.

  Letting go of her breast, he slid his hand between her face and the car. She leaned into his palm and pressed her lips to it in a gentle kiss. “Thank you, Mr. Caldwell,” she murmured, a sexy smile curving her mouth.

  Still shaking with the struggle to fight off his own orgasm, he gave her bottom one last lingering stroke before tugging her dress back in place. He kissed her nose, then opened the car door and stepped aside. “The pleasure was all mine, Mrs. Caldwell.”

  As she leaned down to get into the low-slung vehicle, her ass nudged the tent in his pants. “Didn’t know you enjoyed having blue balls, Mr. Caldwell,” she said, her voice a sassy lilt.

  Something told him Rickie would do her best to earn herself more punishments. A smile cracked his face. His prim and proper wife was turning out to be quite the wildcat.

  Rickie’s silence as he drove unnerved Jamie. Was she having regrets? Second thoughts? He’d seen it happen before. Had it happen to him before. He remembered one sub who’d kept pushing him to go further, harder. She’d screamed as she’d come. Five minutes later, she was puking in the toilet, ashamed by what they’d done, by the pleasure it had given her. What would he do if Rickie reacted the same way?

  Resigned, he took the turnoff to go back to the resort instead of continuing on to Laniakea Beach to see the turtles as he’d originally planned. She continued to stare out the window. When he stopped the Mustang in the parking lot near their cottage, she jerked her head toward him, blinking as though waking up from a nap. “Why are we here? I thought we were going to discuss terms.”

  “You’ve had enough for one day.”

  She smiled and held her hand out to him. “Well, maybe. But I’m not too tired to talk.”

  Clasping her fingers in his, he kissed her wrist, making her giggle. The joyous tinkle washed away some of his dread. She was just tired, not turned off. “Walk with me on the beach?”

  “Of course.”

  Jamie hopped out of the car and around to her side. He opened the door and helped her out. She patted his chest and kissed his lips lightly. “Such a gentleman.”

  He crooked his arm. “Always.”

  Bursting into laughter, she hooked her arm around his. “That was no gentleman who spanked my bottom at the restaurant.”

  “Are you sorry you let me do that?” he asked, his stomach cramping. Like the burned-out husk
of a building, his life would be destroyed if she said yes.

  She stopped walking and cupped his jaw in her palm. “No. Not at all. Why would you think that?”

  “You were so quiet in the car.”

  “It’s just a lot to take in,” she said, her voice low, confidential. “I’ve never been one to act lightly, Jamie. I’m trying to understand why I liked it.”

  “And what else you might enjoy.”

  Her gaze softened. “Exactly.”

  Before stepping onto the sand, they removed their shoes. She stuck hers in her purse and raced to the water’s edge while he tied his together and slung them over his shoulder. He joined her, savoring her carefree laughter and the glee lighting her eyes as she splashed around in the waves. Had he ever seen her looking so vibrant, so alive? He shook his head in silent denial. They’d really done a number on each other these past five years.

  She bent down and fished around in the wet sand. When she stood, she waved a shell in her hand, a proud grin on her face. “Chloe will love this.”

  “We could have it made into a necklace for her,” he suggested. She gaped at him. He frowned. “What?”

  “That’s just so… sweet.”

  His frown deepened. “I can be sweet.”

  Toying with the strap of her purse, she began to stroll along the water. He caught up to her and threw her a questioning look. She shrugged. “I just don’t know what to expect from you now.”

  Ah, so that’s what had been bugging her. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side as they walked. “Was I too rough?” He held his breath as he waited for her response.

  She rolled her eyes. “You know you weren’t. But I don’t think I could live with your Dom side all the time. He’s a little… intense.”

  Relaxing, he smiled down at her. “We’ll only bring him out on special occasions. Okay?”

  “Will I see him again on this trip?”

  “Do you want to?”

  Humor lit her eyes. “Please.”

  “Let’s get the rest of the discussion out of the way first,” he said, kissing the top of her head. The breeze from the ocean blew a few silky strands of her hair across his cheek, soft as a flogger. The thought made his cock stand up and cheer. Good thing he’d thought to buy one on his shopping spree that morning.

  “What’s that grin on your face for?”

  Using his finger, he trailed a path down her spine to the curve of her ass. He couldn’t help smiling when she shivered. “You’ll find out soon enough. Business first.”

  “Okay. You said we’d talk about hard and soft limits, and must-haves.”

  “You already know blood is a hard limit for me.”

  “And my butt is a must-have for you.”

  “That it is.” He swatted the ‘it’ in question and laughed when she yelped. “Do you have any hard limits?”

  She twisted a strand of hair as she thought about his question. “I’m so new to all of this. Can you name some things you want to do? That might help.”

  Ease into it, Caldwell. “We’ve established that spanking with my hand is okay. What about spanking with something like a ruler or a paddle? Remember, you can always safeword.”

  “Okay. You can do that.”

  He blew out a breath. “A flogger?”

  “As long as it doesn’t cut my skin.”

  “Never,” he said, shaking his head. “Whips? Canes?”

  “Won’t that leave bruises?”

  “Not if I do it right. Which I would.” Her teeth left marks on her lip, proof of her nerves. “Okay, let’s put that in the soft limit category.”

  “I get hard limit, but what’s a soft limit?”

  “It means that, for now, I’ll treat whips and canes as a hard limit, but as you get more used to things, we can talk about it again.”

  “Okay, I can agree to that.”

  “What about restraints? Ropes, handcuffs?”

  “You want to tie me up?”

  His groin clenched at her innocent question. “More than you know,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  “Oh. Okay then. As long as I’m not covered in rope burns or left there for hours.”

  “Hours, definitely not.” She shot him a perplexed glance. But she must have read his desire because her eyes widened and her cheeks bloomed with color. He wouldn’t leave her tied up alone for hours, but anticipation was most certainly part of the game. “How do you feel about toys?”

  “Toys? Like vibrators?”

  “Vibrators, dildos, balls, butt plugs, nipple clamps, genital clamps, things like that.”

  “I’ve never tried any of those things.”

  He stopped and turned, running a finger along the side of her face. “Oh honey. You’ve never had a vibrator? What did you do the year we were apart?”

  She pursed her lips. “I used my hand.”

  “And when we were together?”

  “Nothing. If we didn’t have sex, then I did nothing.”

  His heart swelled. God, she was more than perfect. “Let’s keep it that way. Remember, I want all your orgasms.”

  She closed her eyes and nodded. “Since I don’t know how any of those will feel, we can try them.”

  “I have to trust you to tell me if there’s anything you don’t like.”

  “I will.”

  “Blindfolds, we know you like those. What about hoods? Gags? Ball gags? Masks?”

  Smiling, she said, “I did like the blindfold. The others I don’t know. I’m not too good with closed-in spaces.”

  “We’ll go slowly with those then. Last thing for now—vaginal and anal fisting.” She hissed in a breath and blanched. “Okay,” he said, quickly. “Hard limit.”

  She sighed, her relief visible. “Other than the fact that you want my butt, do you have any other must-haves?”

  BDSM was wide and varied and there were many other things they could try. But everything else was too hardcore for her. For them. Except… “How do you feel about double penetration?”

  Her eyes widened. “Like two men at a time?”

  “Fuck no!” He scowled at her. “You want that?” If she said yes, he was in serious fucking trouble. It wasn’t that he had something against threesomes. People who live in glass houses and all that. But the idea of another man touching Rickie, making love to her—made him rabid.

  She rubbed her fingers between his brows and smiled. “Relax, Jamie. I don’t want anyone but you.”

  Tension drained from his shoulders as he studied her expression, open and honest. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Then framing her face, he pressed his lips to hers in a possessive kiss. He poured everything into it—his love for her, his need to protect her, to keep her safe, to make her his. When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. “It’s just you and me, Rickie. No one else. Ever.”

  Her expression clouded. “How can you be so sure? We still have a long way to go. Not everything’s been resolved.”

  Christ. He felt like he’d been hit in the gut with a sledgehammer. “You’re still thinking of leaving me?”

  “No. Of course not. You’re the only man I want. I realize that I haven’t been the wife you deserve, but I’m trying to change that. I feel like we’re finally communicating, like we’re both working hard to make this marriage a success.” She ran her hand over his chest muscles and sent him a shy smile as she raked her nails over his nipple. “We’ve made a great start.”

  A groan in his throat, he caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. Baring his teeth, he nipped her index finger. Her pupils dilated despite the bright sun.

  She cleared her throat. “So… uh… what did you mean about the double…” When he grinned, she left the question unfinished.

  “Interested in that, are you, Mrs. Caldwell?” He snaked his hand over her hip to her delectable backside. “I can take your pretty pussy and your tight ass at the same time with a little help from a toy.”

  She nibbled her lip and lifte
d her eyes to his, so sexy and playful that he wanted to tumble her onto the sand and take her right there in front of all the beachgoers. “Any other orifices you’d like to fill?” she asked.

  “Just this one,” he said, tracing her lips. Her tongue darted out and touched his finger. He caught his breath.

  She stepped in to him, and her hand roamed down his chest to his groin. “We still haven’t taken care of this.”

  In a heart’s beat, his half-hard cock was ready for action. When he thrust into her palm, she smiled. “What are you suggesting, Mrs. Caldwell?”

  “A little quid pro quo?”

  “You’ve got yourself a deal.” He had it bad; even her use of Latin legal terms turned him on. Taking her hand, he turned her toward the parking lot. They’d go to the cottage, but first he had to get his bag of toys.

  Chapter 6

  Erica’s belly fluttered as they walked up the path from the beach. Why had she pushed Jamie? He’d seemed ready to call it a day, even though up to now, everything had been about her. She’d caught a glimpse of his wild side in the restaurant parking lot, but she really wanted to see him let go. It was clear now that to do that, she was going to have to show him that it was okay to test the limits. If not, he’d stay in the safe zone and in control. While this dominant Jamie was sexy as heck, he was capable of far more.

  The fluttering turned to flipping as the truth came to her. She pressed her hand to her stomach, willing it to settle. If she wanted Jamie to let go, she’d have to let go as well. Did she trust him enough to do that? Did she trust him enough to let herself be vulnerable?

  Jamie touched her shoulder. “Hey, you okay?” His voice was laden with concern.

  She faked a bright smile. “I’m fine. You?”

  He hesitated for a moment as though he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure he should. Finally he blew out a breath. “Scared shitless.”

  What? Stopping in her tracks, she spun around to face him and peered into his beautiful eyes, which were filled with fear and trepidation. Her heart warmed. Wordlessly, she slipped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his solid chest.