Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

“No, Sir.”

“Well, we might just have to find out.”

He reached out, spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers. Cool water rushed against her heated flesh, making her cry out. His other hand held onto her hip, keeping her steady. Then he leaned in and took a long, slow lick.

Fuck. Shit. She closed her eyes as sensation swamped her. He moved as though there was no hurry, as though he had all the time in the world. And maybe he did, but she certainly didn’t feel that way. Need slammed through her. She wanted more. Needed it. His tongue circled her clit then lightly flicked it.

“Sir!” The title slipped easily off her tongue.

“Yes?”

“I need more, please.”

“Do you? You know as much as I love to hear you beg, and I do, tonight, you’re only going to speak when spoken to, understand?”

That just sucked. She glared at him. He removed his hand from her pussy and took a half-step back. His face was dark. What had she done?

Oh, it wasn’t a good idea to glare at your Dom. Yeah, she remembered that now. Shit.

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Are you going to behave?” His voice was low. Dark. A shiver of trepidation filled her.

“Yes, Sir. I really am sorry. It’s just hard for me to stay quiet when you touch me.”

He smiled, his face warming. “I know. But you will.”

Exasperation filled her. But she knew she’d do her best because she wanted to give to him. The way he was always giving to her. It felt a bit one-sided. He’d given her everything she needed. Protected her. Watched over her. Given her pleasure. And what had she given him?

She was determined that she’d be what he needed. Both in this and in her work. She’d work harder to get on with Renard, even if it killed her.

He smacked the side of her hip.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“You’re not paying attention to me.”

And that was a big no-no.

“Sorry, Sir.”

He gave her a dark look. Then he pressed a hand down on each inner thigh, holding her wide and dipped his tongue between her lower lips. He pressed his tongue down on her clit, rubbing the underside before tapping at it with firm strokes. Her tummy tightened, the beginnings of her orgasm starting to flutter through her, then he drew back. She cried out then tensed. Was she allowed to make those noises?

“Noises of pleasure or pain are fine, pet. As long as you are not talking.”

Good to know.

One hand left her thigh, a finger pressed deep inside her. Another finger joined it. In and out, he drove deep but didn’t touch her clit. It wasn’t enough to send her over. Just drive her freaking insane. She wanted more. Wanted to press her hips up towards his mouth, but was too worried about moving and landing in the pool.

Oh, he was a devious Dom, wasn’t he? He’d known this was exactly how she’d react.

He pulled his finger free then grabbed the vibrator, turning it on. He held the vibrating head against her swollen clit. She cried out. It was all she could do not to curse him. Fuck! Her eyes closed, sweat broke out over her skin. The vibrator moved lower, towards the opening of her pussy, and he pushed it slowly inside her until it was seated deeply. The vibrations struck that spot inside her.

She was so close. She couldn’t hold back. Then he turned the vibrator off.

“Nooo.” The cry escaped her lips before she could pull it back.

“Tut-tut, what did I say about speaking? Over you go and don’t you let that vibrator slip.”