Under His Command (Six-Alarm Sexy)

by Kristine Cayne

  Stroking her back, he held her close and nuzzled her hair. “Rickie, we have all our lives to work on this. Let’s slow down. The last thing I want is for you to be afraid of me or what I might do to you.”

  “Is that what you’re scared about? That I’ll fear you?”

  “Yes. I’ve seen it before, that frightened deer look.”

  “From one of your subs?” He dropped his hands and shoved them into his pockets, staring down at his bare feet. A shudder worked its way up her spine and she wrapped her arms around herself. She might not like what he had to tell her, but he needed to say it and she needed to hear it. “Tell me what happened,” she said softly, the way she’d ask Chloe to share a bad dream.

  He filled his lungs, then exhaled, the sound surprisingly loud despite the crashing of the waves on the beach. Still avoiding her gaze, he said, “It was years ago, with my first sub. I was so young, so cocksure. Neither of us really knew what we were doing.” Raising his head, he met her stare. “I hurt her. Badly.”

  Folding his arms across his chest, he turned away from her and took a few steps toward the water. Her chest tight, she followed. “Was it an accident?”

  “Whips, canes, clamps, even a crop or flogger can be dangerous in the wrong hands. But I didn’t want her to know how little experience I had. I treated her like a guinea pig.”

  “Why didn’t she stop you, or at least tell you she was hurting?”

  “I betrayed her trust by lying about my expertise, and she lied about how much pain she could tolerate.”

  “I take it you figured it out.”

  “She had bruises on her body, some cuts and burns. She’d always explain them away—she’d fallen or burned herself taking food out of the oven. I believed her, convinced myself to believe her. But then she started getting that look in her eyes whenever we—” His mouth straightened into a thin hard line.

  Wow. The way he described it, his sub sounded like an abused spouse. She couldn’t imagine Jamie intentionally hurting anyone. For heaven’s sake, he risked his life every day to rescue strangers. He wouldn’t knowingly injure someone he cared about. She touched his forearm. “That must have been hard on you.”

  He barked out an angry laugh. “Not as hard as it was on her.”

  “Stop it, Jamie. I know you. If she’d told you or even if you’d only suspected that she didn’t like what was going on, you’d have stopped, safeword or no safeword.”

  He uncrossed his arms and leaned forward until their noses were only an inch apart. He was so close, his breath brushed her lips. “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes.”

  “How sure?”

  “Sure enough to let you do it to me. Right now.”

  His face paled and he jerked backward. He stabbed his fingers into his short hair and dropped his head. “I don’t know, Rickie. We can play around, but when it comes to the rest… I don’t think I can risk it.”

  “Risk what?”

  “You lying to me too.”

  She shook her head to emphasize her point. “I won’t.”

  “You say that. But women have a tendency to let men go too far, to put their own needs and wants aside for their lover’s pleasure. I want your surrender, Rickie. Not your sacrifice.” His voice broke. “You’ve already given up too much because of me.”

  Not that again. The man was so frustrating, she wanted to stamp her foot. “I thought we were past that. We’ve both made mistakes. We’ve both kept secrets. But we’ve also both made a decision to be honest with each other.” She smoothed her fingers over his stubbly jaw, trying to soothe away his mulish expression. “I promise to tell you if I don’t want to do something.”

  “You’ll use the safeword if it hurts or you’re too scared.”

  “I will. And in return you have to promise to be yourself. Don’t be afraid, and don’t decide for me what I want or don’t want.”

  He smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear. “What do you want right now?”

  “You. I want to feel you inside me.”

  “Vanilla?”

  “No. I want the Dark Knight, not Prince Charming.”

  “Be careful what you ask for.”

  “I’m up for it, Mr. Caldwell. Are you?”

  His eyes darkened, his features shifting subtly, becoming harder, more intense. She’d awakened a fire-breathing dragon. The Master was back.

  Gripping his bag of sex toys with one hand and Rickie with the other, Jamie marched into the cottage. Adrenaline raced through his system, triggered by a mix of terror and exhilaration, a rush he usually only experienced when facing a potentially life-threatening situation. To some extent the comparison was apt. His life wasn’t on the line, but his marriage was.

  He ushered Rickie through the door and locked it behind them. She entered and stopped by the bed, watching him in silence as he closed the curtains and turned on lights. Her eyes were wide and anxious, but her lips were curved in an encouraging smile.

  Shit. Could she tell how nervous he was? If he didn’t appear confident and self-assured, she wouldn’t trust him to know what he was doing. And he wouldn’t blame her. Hardening his expression, he nodded toward the bathroom. “Take off your dress and put on a bra and some panties. Then bring me your body lotion.” Spanking her behind had been incredibly gratifying, but now he needed to take care of it so she didn’t hurt. He kept his promises.

  When the bathroom door clicked shut, he let out a long breath before rolling his shoulders and shaking out his arms. A tense upper body would make his movements stiff and jerky. He wanted—and Rickie needed—everything he did to be fluid and controlled.

  More relaxed, he reached into the shopping bag of props he’d bought that morning and began to set the scene. He pulled out some scented candles and gave them a sniff. Not bad. The clerk at the store had recommended them, said they were reputed to help increase orgasm strength. He snorted and placed them around the room in strategic locations. Far be it for him to turn down any assistance. After lighting each one and ensuring that there were no fire risks even if they fell asleep, he turned off the lights and moved to the television. It took him a few moments to find an all-music station with a steady stream of rock. Some of his subs had preferred soft or classical music, but those did nothing for him. The solid rhythmic beat of the song thrummed through his veins, ideal for dancing—and fucking. He hoped his lovely wife agreed. Hmm… now he was having second thoughts.

  The bathroom door opened and Rickie stepped out, a vision in a lacy blue bra and boy shorts. An image flickered in his mind, an image of their first night together. She’d being wearing very similar lingerie. It had turned him on then as much as it did now. “You look amazing, babe,” he said before he could think better of it. Yeah, he exuded dominance tonight. But when she blushed and sent him a shy smile, he forgave himself. “Come here.”

  She took his extended hand and stepped down into the living room, her legs a mile long in the matching high-heeled slipper mules. Everything about his wife was a contradiction. “Do you want me to give you a massage?” she asked, handing him the lotion.

  “Not tonight.” He shook his head at her guileless expression. “Are you sure about this, Rickie?”

  “Positive.”

  Okay, then. Let the games begin. “Lean over and place your palms flat on the coffee table, Mrs. Caldwell.”

  She blinked. He nodded.

  After a brief pause, she turned and started to go into a crouch. “Legs straight,” he admonished her.

  Her eyes flared in understanding. Moments later she was in position and Jamie stood transfixed by the sight of Rickie’s lace-covered ass offered up in such a breathtaking display. The boy shorts rode up a little, outlining her pussy beautifully. His cock transformed into a battering ram, eager to pound her walls. He stepped behind her and grasped her panties. In a slow, tantalizing striptease, he tugged them down her legs, crouching when he reached her ankles. He lifted her feet free, then had her spread her legs.

 
Because he’d barely had a taste of her in almost a year, he rocked forward and licked her pussy from behind. She gasped. “Jamie?”

  “Shh,” he murmured, getting in another, longer, swipe. She tasted amazing, sweeter than any nectar. How had he lasted a year without her? The truth was painfully obvious—he hadn’t being living, he’d been existing.

  His fingers curled around her thighs as he delved deeper, thrusting inside her with his tongue. Mmm… he moaned. Her legs trembled and her breath came in quick little pants. The position might have shocked her, but she’d gotten over it quickly enough. He hoped she’d be like that about all the new things he planned to introduce her to.

  Reluctantly, he pulled back. It wasn’t time for either of them yet. Rickie’s loud groan and the dirty look she shot him had him biting back a grin. “All good things come to those who wait, Mrs. Caldwell.” After pushing to his feet, he picked up the bottle of lotion and squeezed out a handful. He warmed it up in his hands, then cupped her bottom and gently massaged the thick cream into skin that still bore faint marks of her earlier spanking.

  Starting on the outside, he made small kneading motions, working his way inward. She dropped her head and closed her eyes, enjoyment clear on her face. When he smoothed two fingers down the seam of her ass, she moaned. “That feels so good, Jamie.”

  Perfect. His cue that she was ready. “Don’t move,” he ordered and let go of her. He twisted around and went to the couch where he’d left the bag. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth when he caught Ricking trying to see what he was doing. “Mrs. Caldwell, a spanking is not what I have in mind right now. But if you insist on disobeying me, I’ll bend you over my knee and teach you how a proper sub should behave. Understood?”

  Her eyes widened, but she regained her original position without argument. Progress. To tease her, he made as much noise as he could rooting through the bag for the toy and the special, thicker lubricant he needed. After shoving the toy in his pocket, he squirted some lube on his fingers, then set the tube on the table. Eager to continue, he returned to his favorite position and spread the lubricant on the puckered skin, circling her tight hole. “Oh!” she said, jerking away.

  “Problem?” he asked. He kept his tone mellow, only mildly inquisitive, but inside he was gripped with worry that she was going to stop him.

  “N-nothing,” she stuttered. “I just didn’t think we were going to do that so soon.”

  Relieved, he patted her butt. “We’re not. So relax.”

  “Then what are you doing?”

  “You’re an anal virgin, and I want you to enjoy it when I finally take your incredibly sexy ass. So, I need to prepare this little hole, loosen it up.”

  She swallowed and licked her lips. His groin tightened and he clenched his teeth to keep from groaning. “How will you do that?” she asked.

  “Very, very pleasurably. Now turn around and be quiet, Mrs. Caldwell.”

  He waited until she returned to her assigned position before cupping her butt cheeks and jiggling them up and down. His subs had always loved this, especially after a spanking. Rickie giggled, confirming that the same held true for her. Very slowly, he inserted the tip of a well-lubed finger into her, pressing past the tight circle of muscles. When she stiffened, he jiggled her cheek again with his free hand. Carefully, he rubbed his finger in a small circle, softening and stretching the delicate tissues. As she relaxed, his finger slid in deeper.

  A small sound of pleasure escaped her lips. “You like this,” he said.

  She turned her head to meet his gaze, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “Yes,” she whispered.

  He gently smacked her butt with his free hand. “Yes, what?”

  She paused for a beat, then licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

  Good. She was learning. Caressing her bottom once again, he pulled his finger out until only the tip remained inside. He pushed it back in and started to pump it.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  Her hips rolled into his movements, ensuring a deep penetration. His prim and proper wife was getting her rocks off. Thank God. “I’m going to give you two fingers now. Breathe.”

  She inhaled deeply, her chest expanding. When she exhaled, he inserted two fingers, jiggling her ass to keep her relaxed.

  “Again,” he ordered her. With his fingers spread, he massaged the narrow opening. The tension drained from her body. He reached between her legs and cupped her. She ground against the heel of his hand, her engorged clit telling him exactly how much she was enjoying the scene. Her juices flowed, wetting his fingers. The scent of her, the feel of her—it was paradise.

  She continued to gyrate, pushing his fingers deeper into her pussy and her ass. Her breathing accelerated and her entire body flushed a very pretty pink. She was close. Too close. He pulled his fingers out of her to get ready for the next step.

  “Jamie!” she protested.

  “Not yet.”

  “I’ll beg… Sir.”

  “Yes, you most certainly will,” he agreed, grinning behind her back. He reached into his pocket and got out the small butt plug he’d selected for her first bout of anal play. He covered it with lube, then very carefully, he pushed the plug into her ass, holding his breath. When it locked in place, she groaned and rocked her hips. Mission accomplished. He blew out in relief.

  Reaching behind, he plucked a cushion off the couch and tossed it onto the floor at her feet. “Kneel down with your chest on the table. Open your arms and hold onto the edges.” With a nod, she obeyed. A surge of pride roared through him. Rickie was so fearless, so trusting, letting him direct their play. It was a side of her he’d never seen before. A side of her he’d love to see more often.

  She rested her face on the table and cocked a brow at him. Okay, maybe she wasn’t quite trusting, not yet. He scowled at her. “Don’t move.”

  It was time to let her stew. Going for his bag of toys again, he yanked out a blindfold and covered her eyes. Then he pocketed the remote control for the butt plug and walked over to the front door and opened it.

  Rickie lifted her head. “Jamie? You’re leaving?”

  Ignoring her question, he made his voice low and sharp. “Don’t. Move.”

  She swallowed and put her cheek back on the table. That was more like it.

  Leaving his wife in a suitably submissive pose, he shut the cottage door behind him and set off to get a beer at the resort bar. The remote had a range of 100 feet, so he could be far enough away for her not to know he was around and still give her a great lesson in who was boss. Who controlled her pleasure.

  He palmed the remote and gave it a little zap. When he heard Rickie’s surprised yelp, his cock jumped and a broad smile cracked his face. Tonight was going to be so much fucking fun.

  “Bastard.”

  Erica clung to the edges of the table and gritted her teeth as she rode through the vibrations from Jamie’s little toy. She could picture him grinning like a loon each time he pressed the button, imagining her reaction. Or could he see her? Was he watching even now? She wanted to take the blindfold off, but if he was keeping an eye on her somehow, he’d know she hadn’t followed his instructions. And to be honest, she was enjoying the tingles from the object in her butt, as strange and unfamiliar as they were. What was weirder was her sense of anticipation. She’d never been more aroused, more excited. Not even that first night with Jamie.

  The last twenty-four hours had been unpredictable and thrilling. Each one of Jamie’s revelations about his previous lifestyle had sparked myriad fantasies in her mind. When he’d pulled up her skirt in the parking lot at the restaurant and spanked her, she’d been shocked. But then the sting had dissipated and warmth had rushed to her bottom, to the area between her thighs and she’d wanted more.

  His rapid breaths on her neck, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against her shoulder, his erection pressing into her hip had been clear signs that Jamie was approaching the boundaries of his control. Ecstatic and elated that she could do this to him, sh
e’d egged him on, pushed him further. Energy had flowed through her and she’d felt that rush of adrenaline that Jamie often described. Her orgasm, when it had hit, had stunned her in its intensity.

  She was so messed up. That certainly wasn’t the type of thing she should enjoy—was it? A small part of her insisted it wasn’t normal for a grown independent woman to want a man to tell her what to do—to spank her, for heaven’s sake! What had happened to the feminist inside her? Oh, she was still swinging her bra into the bonfire. But the other part of her knew with certainly that this was exactly what she’d been craving. Knew this was the reason she’d been drawn to Jamie from that first night. He wanted to dominate her, and she needed to submit to him.

  They were meant for each other, and maybe now that they were starting to work out their issues in the bedroom, the rest would follow. Maybe—

  A zap interrupted her thoughts. Unlike the previous tickles, this one was powerful. Her hips jerked against the table as the vibrations ignited the nerve endings in that most private of places. Abruptly, they ended. She groaned. Why so short? Her husband was a cruel, cruel man.

  Panting, she struggled to regain her breath, and insecurity took hold. What if a maid or some maintenance guy let himself into the cottage? Blindfolded, on her knees, half-lying on the table with her butt in the air, a plug sticking out, this was a disaster in the making.

  Why had she let him talk her into this? Maybe she should just get up and end this right now. Making up her mind, she let go of the table and sat back on her heels. Zap! Her butt cheeks clenched around the plug, and a moan escaped her lips. Oh God. He really was watching her. Or had it merely been a coincidence? Pushing to her feet, she stood and raised the blindfold. She held her breath as her eyes adjusted to the candlelight, expecting another warning zap. When none came, she exhaled in a rush. He wasn’t watching her like some peeping Tom after all.