Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

“Spread your legs, I want to see those plump lips.”

She widened her stance, and he cupped her mound. She moaned as he ran a finger through her juices. “So wet. Did you get all hot and bothered on the drive up here?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I bet you would like to come, wouldn’t you?”

“So much, Sir.”

He rubbed his finger around her clit. “Remember, you’re not to come without permission this weekend. Now, stay still.”

“Yes, Sir.” That might just fucking kill her.

He pulled his finger back and pushed it slowly into her pussy. He just held it there, not moving. She wiggled, trying to get him to move it.

Smack! His hand landed sharply on her ass. “Did I tell you to move?”

“No, Sir.”

Smack! Smack!

Shit. Her ass started to sting as he spanked her with his free hand, his finger still buried deep. Who knew it would be so hard not to move? He stopped and withdrew his finger running it up the slit of her ass. He started to press it into her bottom.

“I’m going to take you here this weekend, pet.”

Oh, fuck.

“Nervous?”

“A bit, Sir.”

“A little bit of nerves is good. I intend to keep you off-center.” He removed his fingers and she felt him step away.

“Straighten up slowly, pet. Tell me if you feel dizzy.”

She stood straight, the room rocked slightly. “A little bit, Sir.”

“You probably need rehydrating. Come, sit in the dining room chair.” He cupped her elbow and solicitously helped her over to sit, acting like he hadn’t just had his finger in her pussy and ass.

Yeah, she could see he was going to keep her guessing. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She reached for it, but he shook his head, holding it up to her lips. She blushed as she drank, feeling a little off balance. He placed the bottle down on the table then held out his hand to her silently.

She slipped her hand into his and let him lead her out of the room and through a large bedroom. She only got to have a brief look around, taking in the large, comfortable-looking bed and the big windows that framed the view beyond. He’d set their suitcases down on the bed.

He walked her into the bathroom and she gasped.

“Like it, pet?”

“Oh, yes, how could I not?”

The claw-foot bath was set in front of a wide window so that when you lay in the water you could look out at the woods beyond. The shower was huge with two showerheads. The vanity was wooden with a raised sink.

He led her over to the bath, which smelled like strawberries. “I put some bath salts in for you. I want you to have a good long soak. It will relax you. Don’t get out without my permission.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before leaving the room.

She frowned slightly. This wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. Other than the fact that she couldn’t really do anything without permission, she was feeling surprisingly looked after and cherished. What had she thought was going to happen? That he’d immediately order her to her knees to suck him off? Tie her to the bed and fuck her for hours on end?

Yeah. Kind of.

He walked back into the bathroom, carrying a glass of wine and a bowl of strawberries and grapes. They must have been in the cooler he’d brought with them.