Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

He nuzzled her cheek. “Get ready for more.”

With a laugh, she relaxed back against him. He turned her around, tucking her in against his chest with her legs over one side of his lap. Her skirt was still tucked into her waist band, so he pulled one leg up onto the arm of the chair, spreading her. Then he cupped her mound, pressing his hand against her.

Aspen could scarcely believe she was sitting on Saxon’s lap, his hand pressed against her pussy, which was still feeling the aftereffects of that shattering orgasm, her whole body flushed and sated, while around them people wielded whips and vibrators and paddles and all sorts of interesting and slightly scary things.

The hand over her mound was possessive and almost comforting. And wasn’t that a weird thought? It was a claim on her. Of sorts.

“Yes, Jasmine?”

She opened her eyes in surprise at the sound of his voice, realizing that she’d been drifting. Shoot. Wasn’t she supposed to be paying attention to him?

Bad Aspen.

She tried to sit up, but he held her down. “You weren’t given permission to move, pet.”

Right. Her job was to do what he told her.

“Master Saxon? My Dom sent me to get you. There’s a problem with Elizabeth.”

Saxon sighed and removed his hand, pulling her skirt down before he lifted her off his lap, then stood. Her legs wobbled, and he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. “How urgent is it?”

“My Dom has things under control. He has her over by the stocks.”

“Very good. Thank you, Jasmine. I will be there in a minute.” He stepped away.

Aspen hesitated. Was she supposed to go with him or wait here? He hadn’t given any orders. A feeling of panic filled her.

Saxon turned back to her, a frown drawing his eyebrows together. “Pet, where I go, you go.”

“Oh, sorry, Sir. I wasn’t sure.”

“Now you know.?

? He reached back and wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck, pulling her close for a kiss. “Sorry to interrupt things but I am often called into situations. You will stay by my side unless I expressly tell you to wait somewhere and I will only leave you with someone I trust to watch over you.”

Strangely, that made her feel better. That he wouldn’t leave her alone, even if she wasn’t sure about having someone else watch over her.

“Follow.”

She reached up to tuck her breasts away and he grabbed her hand, his face growing cold. “Did I give you permission to touch your clothing?”

“N-no, Sir, but I c-can’t—” his look grew colder.

Oh shit. Oh shit.

“You can and will. Turn around and place the palms of your hands on the seat of the chair.”

Her breath heaved in and out of her lungs as she moved clumsily to obey him. She’d messed up. Would he want to stop? Would he send her away?

He pulled the back of her skirt up and tucked it into the waist band, then his hand landed on her ass. Once. Twice. A burning heat covered her ass cheeks. He continued to spank her. Her breath caught. It stung. It wasn’t quite like the spanks he’d given her before. Maybe because he was so disappointed in her.

A sob broke free, and he stopped then drew her up, turning her to his chest. She didn’t know how many smacks he’d given her, but her butt throbbed.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry.”

He lifted her chin, kissed her gently. Then kissed a couple of stray tears. “That was just a small punishment because you’re learning. Make that mistake again, though and I’ll be much harsher.”

“Y-you’re not s-stopping things?”