Pushing Her Limits (Masters of Adrenaline 3)

“You may.”

She went to the stairs and walked in slowly, groaning. When she was in, she ducked under the water and came up with her hair slicked back, looking hotter than any magazine centerfold. She wasn’t exactly playing fair.

“How is it you always know what to say to make my brain go fuzzy?” she accused with a small smile.

“I assume it’s the same reason I feel a need to dominate you. I think we’re just on the same frequency.”

“It seems that way.” She swam closer, but stopped before she reached him and put a hand on the pool’s edge. In the illumination from the underwater pot lights, she looked like a mysterious little nymph, her eyes dark and unreadable. “Are you really going to punish me?”

She was only about five feet away, every inch of her gloriously naked.

“I think you deserve to be punished. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“That question feels like a trap.” She looked down at the surface of the water.

“Why?” He moved closer to her and her head tipped slightly aside the way some submissives naturally made their throat vulnerable without even realizing it. The little bitch knew how to press all of his buttons without even trying.

He was desperate to have her again—to fuck her this time. To pin her down and thrust deep into her sweet little body. Last time he’d stopped himself, but he doubted he was man enough to deny himself twice.

“Because if I say I don’t deserve a punishment, you’ll insist I leave.”

“Messing around with a dominant can be a real bitch sometimes.”

“So if I want to stay, it’s your way or the highway?”

“Yes,” he said, unapologetic. There were things he was willing to negotiate, but he knew that being with him wasn’t a cakewalk. He wasn’t anywhere near as easygoing as Luke, or even Fox. His last submissive had written him a long letter when they’d split up, saying that he’d always been a dick even when things were good between them. It might have hurt his feelings if he’d been unaware of that fact. He was generally decent with people, but he tended to be less easygoing in relationships.

Not that this could ever be a relationship.

“How bad of a girl have I been?” she asked, her voice smoky and sexual.

If she thought appealing to his arousal would make him go easy on her, she was sadly mistaken. Showing sexual interest in him was hardly going to distract him from wanting to punish her. If anything, it made him more interested in hurting her.

“Do you think this is a game, Mila?” He put one hand on the pool’s edge next to her, and she tipped her head back to look up at him.

“If you’re trying to intimidate me, it’s working.” She laughed nervously, toying with the ends of her hair. He couldn’t tell if she was acting or not. Cops didn’t get very far by being easily intimidated.

“Are you honestly afraid of me?” He put his mouth next to her ear. “If you were, you wouldn’t be here alone and naked.”

“Maybe I like the rush of being afraid.”

“Maybe. And maybe you’ve been masturbating to the thought of me fucking your tight little ass ever since I left you at Fitte.”

She whimpered, and the sound went straight to his dick.

“Yeah, I thought so. That’s exactly what you’ve been doing.”

“No!” She shoved at his chest, but he only backed away enough so he could see her face again. Did the blush mean she was lying, or she was just embarrassed at his words? Either way he loved it.

When she saw his grin, she shoved him again, then smacked his chest. He caught her by the wrist and pressed her back against the wall of the pool, trapping his hard-on against the hollow of her hip. She whined and tried to kiss him, but he kept his mouth just barely away from hers. Horny minx.

“If you want sex, you have to do things my way.”

She squirmed against him and the slip of her wet body against his made him want to shove into her immediately and forget all about punishing her, which was probably what she was hoping for.

Instead, he dragged her toward the shallow end of the pool, until the water was neck deep. He grabbed a Styrofoam kickboard and set it on the pool deck, then lifted Mila onto it, so she lay facedown, with her legs dangling in the water. It put her ass at his face height. Distracting. Not the most convenient level for a spanking, but whatever leverage he lacked he could make up for with brute strength. Belatedly, she realized she could get away, but he pinned her down before she could scramble to her feet.

“Stay,” he growled.