Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

He grabbed a wooden stool, set it beside the tub, and placed the wine and fruit on it.

“I want you to eat and drink all of that, understand?”

“Um, Sir? I’m kind of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.” She didn’t really drink at all.

“Am I in charge?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then drink. Eat. I’m going to take care of you. I don’t think you’ve had enough of that in your life.” He brushed her hair off her forehead then leaned down and kissed her chastely. “Now I have to get some things ready. Remember to stay there.”

She watched him walk out of the room. She was so confused. What exactly did he have planned? She shrugged and reached for the glass of wine. As hard as it was to wait she supposed that was just what she would have to do.

Saxon prepared the bedroom, laying out the vibrator, anal plug, clit tickler, blindfold, gag and chastity belt. Aspen was being surprisingly calm and compliant. She’d given control over to him with surprising ease.

He moved to the wall and used the control panel to lower the chain that was attached to a winch on the ceiling. When he’d bought this cabin, he’d brought in a designer who had some unique qualifications. She was one of the best Dommes in the state and she also designed play rooms. This whole cabin was a play room of sorts. There were restraints hidden everywhere. From the toilet to the kitchen to the ceiling. Once the chain was low enough, he stopped the winch then picked up the handcuffs and attached them to the chain.

He’d already attached cuffs to the bolts on the floor. They recessed into the floor when not in use so no one stood on them and injured their feet.

Okay, is everything ready? He thought so. Time to rattle his pet.

She’d grown nervous by the time he returned. The water had started to chill, but she’d stayed where she was. And was grateful she had when he gave her a warm look. “You look gorgeous, all flushed and wet.”

She blushed, knowing he wasn’t just talking about the way she was wet from being in the bath.

“Let me

help you up.” He grabbed a thick towel then helped her stand before wrapping the towel around her and lifting her from the bath. He lifted her so easily, as though she weighed nothing.

He wouldn’t let her take the towel from him, though, giving her a sharp smack when she tried to grab hold.

“Stand with your legs spread, hands on your head since you can’t keep them to yourself.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

He dried her thoroughly. Very thoroughly. Did he seriously have to part her ass cheeks and wipe there? Yikes.

Then he placed the towel back on the bar and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a blindfold.

“Put your arms down, pet. You’re going to find this next part a challenge, but if you see it through, I know you’ll feel better for it.”

All right. That wasn’t cryptic or worrying at all.

He placed the blindfold over her eyes then took hold of her hand. “You’re going to have to trust me to guide you. From now until I tell you otherwise you are only to speak when I ask you a question or if you need to use your safe word.”

She could do that. She could.

Her stomach bubbled with trepidation as she let him lead her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. At least this place wasn’t so big she would get disorientated. He came to a stop.

“Good girl. Place your hands in front of you, please.”

She pushed her arms out and he slid them into cuffs, tightening them before running his finger between the leather of the restraints and her wrists, testing them.

“Spread your legs apart.”

She widened her stance. Her mouth had gone dry, wondering what he was going to do.

“Wider.” He smacked the inside of her thigh and she jumped, but moved her legs out wider. A cuff went around her right ankle then her left. She attempted to move her feet but found herself attached to the floor.