by Selena Kitt
"I prefer the blonde, baby," he said, in a husky growl. "And I accept your submission. From now on, you are mine."
His lips claimed hers, warm and demanding; his tongue dipping in and possessing her next. As the crowd around them applauded and murmured in approval, he lifted her to her feet without breaking contact. Nor did he lose her mouth, continuing the kiss as he swung her up in his arms.
Arms encircling his neck, she clung to him, surrendering all to his kiss. When his head came up a moment later, the molten silver in his eyes flashed with passion. "I've got to have you. I can't wait any longer."
"Yes, please," she sighed, more than ready.
Those in earshot chuckled as Flynn turned with her in his arms and strode quickly for the dungeon.
"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 sailed through the double doors.
Cassie's head turned, as she tried to take in the infamous Decadence dungeon. But it was a blur as Flynn dodged others and ate up the cavernous expanse of the playroom in only a few seconds. Then he mounted a set of stairs at the far wall.
"I've never been inside before."
"You'll get your tour later, imp. After I've fucked you until you can't see straight."
She giggled, her hand slipping up to his strong jaw. "Maybe we should wait until tomorrow when I can see again, and can take it all in."
He turned his head, and pressed a kiss into her palm. "Or the day after, when I've slaked my hunger enough to let you out of bed. I've waited for you too long, baby."
"I love you, Flynn. I think I have from the first moment I saw you."
He had arrived at room number six. He set her on her feet and then slammed up against her, his body pressing her back into the door as he claimed her lips, reaching for the hem of her skirt and quickly tugging it up to her waist. As his hands dove inside her ruffled panties and palmed both cheeks, he lifted her against the door and ground his hips into hers.
"Reach back and open the door, baby. I need a bed, or some flat surface, before I take you here and now."
Fumbling behind her, she found the knob and turned it. Their bodies sent the door slamming back against the wall. He carried her in, barely pausing to kick it closed with his heel as he scanned the room. Deciding in an instant, he strode to the huge mahogany desk at the front of the room, a perfect replica of a classroom. Then her teacher draped her on the desktop, peeling her panties down her legs as he rose above her.
Bare to him, she blushed, but he didn't allow her to think about that. Instead, his warm hands slid to the backs of her thighs and spread them, at the same time he lifted and bent them up to her chest. Then his mouth was on her pussy, his hot tongue licking between her lips and making her tremble. When he came to her clit and lashed it with his tongue, he ground out, "Spread for me, Cassie, I need my hands."
She curled her fingers around the backs of her knees and held her legs apart for him. His mouth as busy as when he started, his thumbs were now free to slip in and pull her lips wide so he could access every slick inch of her.
"So damn sweet, as I knew you would be." His words sent vibrations along her needy flesh and after the week of anticipation and longing, she felt her climax within reach.
"I can't wait."
"I don't want you to," he groaned against her wetness. "Come for me."
His permission given, she arched as her orgasm slammed through her, her hips canting off the table as he doubled down, licking and sucking, drawing out every quiver and tremor as she cried out with pleasure. He continued, although only for a moment. Then he stood, 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 a second, he was gloved and slamming into her drenched heat.
"I'm clean, Flynn," she said even as he stroked into her.
"We'll deal with that in a bit, Cassie. Right now, I've got to fuck you."
It had been a while, and Flynn was well-endowed, proportionate with the rest of him. He stretched and filled her, connecting with every nerve ending inside her as he plunged in fast and withdrew slow.
"So tight and sweet. I love your pussy, baby."
"It feels so good. I've waited," she paused for a moaned inhalation as he picked up the pace. "I've waited for you forever."
"We'll go 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 with him on her second go.
He leaned over her, going deeper as his torso pushed her legs to her chest even further. His mouth sealed over hers. It took no more than that and she was coming again. This time as she did, she convulsed around his driving cock, squeezing him and finding her pleasure, and coinciding with his own release.
His loud groans drowned out her breathy sighs as they held one another.
He rested above her, both of them panting for a bit. As his head came up, he lifted off her, releasing her legs so they could settle more comfortably around his hips.
"I would have preferred a soft bed for our first time."
"You mean like the one over there?" She grinned as his head turned and followed where she pointed.
"Well, I'll be damned."
"You've never been in here before?"
"Nope." He looked back down at her with a grin. "You are my one and only teacher's pet."
"I like that."
Without separating, he scooped her up and carried her across the room. She felt the soft mattress at her back as he settled above her again, still semi-hard inside her. She wiggled beneath him, her inner muscles squeezing him tight.
"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."
"Bored already?"
"Oh, no… I didn't mean—"
He chuckled. "I'm teasing, Cassie. I know what you meant. Let me see if I can spice things up."
He reached above her to the headboard and in a blink had cuffs around her wrists and her arms restrained to a single point above her head. Next, he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her belly. With his hands on her hips, he lifted her up onto her elbows and knees. When he moved away and she heard another wrapper crinkle, she started to protest again, but he patted her cheek as he crawled back into place behind her.
"Always gloved or no nookie, baby; it's a club rule."
"Oh." Her disappointment was audible.
"That doesn't apply to the apartments upstairs, however." He surprised her then, by standing her up on her feet and diving into her pussy again. More slowly than the first time, he licked and laved and teased her already sensitive flesh, which was still recovering from two orgasms. As well as concentrating on her clit, his tongue licked into her, delving deep and swirling around her tender opening. Then he moved on, gliding his tongue upward as he spread her ass cheeks and lapped at her naughty hole.
"Would this be new to you?"
"Yes, sir. I've never…"
"Mmm… then we'll take care of that tonight. I'm claiming all of you, Cassie. When we're done, you will have no doubt that every square inch, every gorgeous dip and curve, and every fuckable hole belong to me."
His tongue wet her puckered skin, probing gently with the tip. His fingers joined in, slipping into her drenched channel first, before one, then another, slowly 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. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when it's deep in your ass."
"I don't know that I can."
His hand came down sharply on each cheek. Not helping at all, the spanks sent ripples of sensation and heat to her aching center.
"Try for me, Cassie."
"Yes, sir."
After a few more l
icks with his tongue and slow thrusts with his fingers, he added a third.
"I can't stand it anymore," she cried.
"Making you ready, baby." He lowered her onto her knees once more and pressed against the backs of her thighs. She felt his hand against her bottom as he guided himself to her untried opening. Steadying her with a hand splayed over her small of her back, the broad tip of his cock entered her slowly.
She held her breath as her muscles stretched to accommodate him.
"Breathe," he ordered. "It will help you relax and take me."
Doing as he bade, she sucked in a long gulp of air and blew it out. He slid in further. Now seated enough not to need his hand, he slid it around in front and found her clit. As he circled it and rubbed steadily, he eased in further. Slowly and with care, he took his time until she felt him fully against her bottom.
His hand moved to her hands and released her from the headboard, but he didn't uncuff her wrists. He pulled her up, and with her back to his front, lifted her hands over his head and hooked the cuffs 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 from behind. His free hand slid up her belly and palmed one of her breasts, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it.
"My god, Flynn, that feels so good."
He pinched her nipple, tugging on it firmly until she moaned. "It's more than good, baby; it's incredible. And I think while we're at the club, I'd like to hear sir from your lips. Master or commander will do nicely as well."
"How about master and commander?" she replied, panting as he continued to drive her toward another climax.
"I can live with that too." His mouth opened on her neck and he licked his way up to her ear. "How's this, imp? Still bored?"
"No, never." She bent her head to the side, offering him complete access to her neck. "Any more spice and I'll be a mass of quivering jelly on the sheets, Commander."
"We'll need to build your endurance. Because this is only round two and I've got more planned for you tonight."
"Yes, please."
"I aim to, sweet Cassie." His hand left her breast and slid up to her jaw, turning it up to his mouth. Hovering slightly above so his lips barely brushed hers as he spoke, he pumped faster into her ass as he commanded, "Come for me, baby."
As he kissed her, his tongue driving deep, her body ignited and she did just that, crying out into his mouth as she came hard. Her pussy and ass tightened as her orgasm hit, one empty, one possessed fully, both spasming as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.
A low, husky groan rumbled in her ear as Flynn continued to stroke into her, deep and deliberate for several more minutes. 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, he returned shortly. The bed shifted beneath his weight as he fitted his big body along her own, spooning her from behind as he gathered her close.
"I love you, Cassie," he murmured, then gave her own words back to her. "Have since the moment I saw you too."
"Pinch me, so I know this isn't a dream."
His hand slid up and curled around her breast, his thumb sweeping out and flicking the 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 yet."
She snuggled back against him, the notion of taking him into her mouth and giving him pleasure making her smile. Although her body was buzzing from having come three times, she was eager to even the score. But a brief respite, while cuddled in his arms, wasn't something she was going to protest. She closed her eyes and 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 now that he'd fought the attraction as much as she had, she understood the soft smiles and frequent touches were more than affection, although far less intimate than tonight.
"We couldn't see the forest for the trees," she whispered aloud. "I always thought I understood what that meant. So much time wasted."
"Hush, baby, our eyes are wide open and there's only a bright future ahead of us."
Chapter Eight
He allowed her a short doze before tucking her into a robe he found in the closet and carrying her upstairs to their apartment for the night. It belonged to Eric and Val, and he smiled when he saw a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice on the bar. Guiding his sleepy new sub with one hand, he grabbed glasses and the bottle, then steered her into the bathroom.
Leaning her against the wall, he set the spigots to a tad under hot, squeezed a generous amount of body wash into the churning water, then settled her in the tub. Before he joined her, he popped the cork on the champagne.
"Scoot up, baby," he ordered as he stepped into the steamy, sudsy bath and slid in behind her. Easing her back against his chest, he wrapped her fingers around one of the champagne flutes. "Only one glass for you, or you'll be nodding off again."
She wrinkled her nose, cute as can be, before taking a sip, but didn't argue.
They soaked, savoring the expensive vintage their host had provided, while enjoying the quiet moment together. When he'd drained his glass, he set it aside and wet a sponge, then he began to bathe her, squeezing the water over her shoulders and across her breasts. He added body wash and worked up a good lather before discarding the sponge and using his hands, enjoying the feel of her slick soapy skin beneath his fingers.
"Turn around and I'll get your back."
Setting her glass on the edge of the tub, she flipped around, sliding upward, her slick breasts gliding easily along his chest as her legs straddled his. Her slick, velvety lips cushioned his stirring, already semi-hard erection as she settled in his lap.
She grinned. "I'm amazed at your stamina, Commander, and curious how much you have in reserves. Although by my count, you're behind three orgasms to two." She shook her head sadly.
He chuckled. "You're keeping score?"
"No," she said, then admitted, "Yes."
He smiled. "A six-month drought will take a while to make up for, imp. Be warned." He slid his hands over her wet shoulders and down her back to her bottom, and with a perfect cheek in each hand, he ground his length up against her.
"Impressive for a man of your—" She yelped before she could finish, responding to the stinging smack he landed on her wet skin.
"I'll make a deal with you, Cassie. I won't call you girl genius if you refrain from calling me an old man."
"I wasn't going to say that, Flynn, I swear." Yet the gleam in her eyes belied that untruth.
"Fibbers are dealt with harshly in my household, baby. Be warned."
"Your household?" She pushed up from his chest, oblivious to the gleaming, soapy picture her bare breasts made. "You mean you want me to move in?"
His gaze shifted upward as he frowned. "I don't want you thirty minutes inland when I can have you in my bed, Cassie. We'll go by your place tomorrow and pack a bag, then worry about the rest next weekend."
"Are you sure?" She bit her lip. "This isn't too soon? What if I have a bad habit you can't stand, like leaving the cap off the toothpaste?"
His fingers flexed on her behind as he gave her a reminder squeeze. "I have ways to make you comply. Besides, weren't you the one bemoaning all the wasted time?"
"Yes, but living together. We haven't even been out on a date."
He laughed, the captivating dimple drawing her focus. "How many picnic lunches have we shared or morning coffees?
We went to the see the Padres play twice and to that wine and canvas art show you dragged me to downtown."
She blinked down at him as it sank in. "We really did have blinders on, didn't we?" She tilted her head as she considered this. "Now that we are together, and you're my big bad bossy dom, does that mean you won't do what I want anymore?"
"Cassie, I want you to be happy." When she beamed widely, he added a condition. "But how about you go with Julie to the arts and crafts crap and save the club and the ball games for me?"
"Deal! Colt will be grateful; he hates that girlie stuff too."
He slipped his hand behind her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. "The water's getting cold. Let's get you out before you turn into a shivering prune."
Standing with her in his arms, he lifted her out, then took his time drying her off. She returned the favor, seeming to delight in trailing the thick, thirsty towel over his skin. She stopped when she found the scar beneath his ribs on his right side, tracing it with her fingertips.
"What's this from?" she breathed.
"Shrapnel from an IED in Kabul."
Her brows drew together as she continued her rub down. Bypassing his midsection, she dropped to her knees to dry his feet and legs. Finding the jagged scar where flying metal from a car bomb in Kandahar had ripped into his thigh, she placed a tender kiss on his flawed skin.
He threaded his fingers through her damp hair, combing through it gently. "You're getting a raggedy old soldier in this deal, baby. There's a third on my shoulder in back."
"I'm so glad you're not over there anymore. I'd be sick with worry." As she placed another kiss on his scarred thigh, she looked up his body, concern reflected in her beautiful blue eyes. "You don't have to go back, do you?"
"Most likely, no. But I'm a Navy man and follow orders. Special forces are in high demand, however, and someone—many someones, in fact—have to train new teams. It's a grueling and high risk career, so ten years is often all we get from a SEAL. With that in mind and the many conflicts around the world, the Navy values my role here just as much as those abroad."