Under His Command (Six-Alarm Sexy) by Kristine Cayne

ratcheted up his lust.
    Looking at him over her shoulder, she frowned. “You called me that in the note too. Why?”
    “It’s a sign to you that I’m in character. I’m turning on the D/s part of our relationship. When I do that, you need to take on your role as my sub and do whatever I say.”
    “Anywhere?”
    “Anywhere. Anytime.”
    “But—”
    “I’ll never do anything to embarrass you. Or hurt you. Much.” He grinned. “Whatever I do or make you do, we’ll both enjoy it.”
    “Uh… okay.” Her voice shook, betraying her nerves. But he could see the wheels turning in her head. See her connect the dots. “Can I turn it on too?”
    He nodded. “Call me Mr. Caldwell.”
    “Anytime? Anywhere?”
    “Yes. But if I call you Rickie in response, it means I’m not playing.”
    Her forehead creased as she seemed to process the information. “So, if I call you Jamie, it means I’m not playing?”
    “No. You can’t not play . A sub must always be available for her Dom.”
    “Hmmm.” Her expression hardened and she ran her tongue along her teeth; Rickie was going to balk. He’d expected nothing less. “That doesn’t seem fair,” she said.
    Time to lay down the law. “This isn’t about fair. It’s about pleasure. If I’m not in the right mood, the right frame of mind, I won’t be a good Dom to you. I might even be a bad one.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “And we wouldn’t want that.”
    “What if I’m not in the mood to be your sex slave?”
    “You will submit to me, even when you might not want to. The reward will be all the better. But, as your Dom, it’s my responsibility to know when your resistance is part of the game, and when it’s real. If you aren’t into something, it won’t be good for either of us.”
    “So I have to trust that you’ll take my feelings and my needs into consideration.”
    “Trust is the key.” He stroked her arm, moving up to her shoulders, and back down to her belly. His hand cupped her pussy through the cotton of her sundress, her warmth heating his palm. He bunched up the dress, so he could feel her, skin on skin. She was so soft, so wet.
    “I’m working on that,” she said, undulating against him.
    He slid his finger between her pussy lips, coating them with her own juices. “There are two safewords.”
    “Safewords?” She tried to turn, but he held her firmly against him with his free arm. If he didn’t crave more than a quick fuck, he’d bend her over the railing and slam his cock into her tight pussy, right here. Right fucking now.
    He had to clear his throat, and his mind, before he could speak intelligibly. “The first safeword is ‘yellow.’ It’s like a caution sign. If I’m pushing you too close to the limit of your fear or pain tolerance, use it. I’ll back off.”
    “And the second one?”
    Continuing to caress her with his fingers, he said, “Red. It means we’ve hit a hard limit that maybe you didn’t know about. That’s okay. I need to trust you’ll tell me if I go too far.” He removed his hand from her, knowing it would heighten the impact of what he was about to say. “That word stops everything. Don’t use it unless you really mean it.”
    She gripped the railing and leaned against him. “D-do you have any hard limits? Besides blood, I mean.”
    Sliding his hand back under her dress, he thrust his pulsing cock against her ass, and knew he’d have to have it as soon as she was fully prepared.
    “After lunch, we’ll talk about hard and soft limits. And must-haves.”
    “Must-haves. I like the sound of that.” She rolled her hips and moaned when he circled her clit, then trailed his finger down to her entrance and plunged it deep into her wet heat. She was ready for her surprise.
    Pulling his hands away from her, he moved a step back. Not too far, just enough for her to feel the loss along her back. He took his surprise from his pocket and when she turned to face him, a question in her eyes, he dangled the