Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

He didn’t say a word. Just waited. She started stripping.

“Place your clothes on the chair here.” He pointed at a plain black chair. “When I come back I want to find you naked and kneeling next to the cross.”

Where was he going? She sighed, pulling off her clothes. She guessed she’d be wearing something she already owned.

When he returned she was naked, feeling a little unsure as she knelt next to the cross. She snuck a look and saw that he carried his play bag. He placed it down next to her then stood in front of her. “Look at me, pet.”

She gazed up at him. Her insides turned to mush. She never grew tired of looking at him, watching him. Over these past few weeks she’d become more secure in his love.

He gave her a look of disapproval.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She bit her lip. How upset was he?

He crouched in front of her. “It reminded me of the day you came to tell me off for having your car fixed without your permission.”

“You seem to have a thing about my car,” she muttered.

“I do, don’t I?” He grinned. “I think the only solution is to get you a car I approve of.”

“You can’t buy me a car, Sir.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I?”

Hmm, probably not the best idea to argue about this right now considering she was naked and sitting between a St. Andrews cross and his play bag.

He leaned in and kissed her. “Good choice, pet. Now, I know we haven’t had much time to play and I think what just occurred was you crying out for some attention.”

No, it wasn’t. Shit, was it? She wasn’t really sure.

“And I’m in need of attention myself.”

“Is that so, Sir?” she said breathlessly, staring down at the bulge in his crotch.

“Yes, and it’s up to you to ease my discomfort.” He stood and undid his pants, pushing them and his boxers down off his feet. “Take me into your mouth, pet.”

Everything else faded away. There was just him. And her need to please him, knowing he’d please her in return. She reached up to take hold of him.

“No using your hands,” he commanded. “Just your mouth.”

She put her hands back on her knees. It was more difficult this way, but she liked the challenge. She ran her tongue up the length of him then across the slit. His taste burst along her tongue. She’d never thought she would enjoy this, but she loved being able to give him pleasure.

“Stop teasing, pet. Take me into your mouth. I don’t intend to finish this way and you’re testing my control.”

She liked pushing his control. She guessed that wasn’t a very submissive thing for her to do, though. And she opened her mouth, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. She sucked on him, reveling in his sharp intake of breath. Then she slowly drew back.

“Hold your mouth open,” he commanded, clasping hold of her head as he pushed himself inside her.

He drove into her, drew back. In and out. She concentrated on her breathing, on not gagging and she felt the submissive part of her expand and grow.

He pulled completely out then reached out a hand, helping her stand. He kissed her gently.

“Thank you, pet.”

She gazed up at him. “Anything for you, Sir.”

He rubbed a thumb over her cheekbone. “Turn and face the cross. Arms up, legs apart.”

She took a calming breath as she moved into position. Leather cuffs were already attached to the wooden arms of the cross and he quickly fastened them around her ankles and wrists. She was spread-eagled, bound. She pulled at the binds, testing them. She was at his mercy.