“Aspen.” His voice was low and controlled, but with a hint of steel that had her listening. “You said you trusted me to keep you safe.”
“I know, but . . .” her voice was almost a whine and she stopped herself. She did. She trusted him. She blew out a breath. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, his breath brushing against her and sending a shiver of longing through her. He twisted her around so her legs floated out in front of her and her head was on his shoulder. One arm was across her torso, just below her breasts, pushing them up through the water. “Put your arms around my neck and keep them there.”
She reached up to grab hold of his neck, aware it raised her breasts higher out of the water.
“Are you ready to take things a step further, Aspen? If you’re not ready you need to say so now.”
Not ready? God, she was so ready she felt she might combust.
“I’m ready.”
He nuzzled her neck, and she shivered. “Brave girl. I’m not going to rush things. I know you have trust issues. We’re going to take things slowly.”
Did she want slow? Damned if she knew.
“But just so you know, if you’re good during your lessons you’ll get rewarded. If you’re naughty, well, you’ll get punished.”
“Punished?”
“Uh-huh. If your mind wanders too much and you stop listening, then I’m going to have to do something to bring your attention back. Like this.” He reached down and twisted one of her nipples.
The sharp pain had her crying out. “Joel!”
“Liked that, huh? Aren’t you just full of surprises? Of course, I might also press you against the tiles, with your body lying flat, your legs in the water and your ass positioned just right for me to spank it.”
She whimpered at the image he drew.
“I might have to try that anyway.” He cupped her breast with his free hand. “You know, I take it back. White cotton underwear might be an ingenious design for swimming.”
She glanced down at her bra and gasped as she realized what he was talking about. The water had turned the white bra see-through, and her hard nipples were clearly visible. She reached down to place her arm over her boobs and dropped her legs, attempting to stand. She needed to hide her obvious arousal. Panic filled her as she flailed, unable to reach the bottom and realized that the only thing holding her up was Saxon’s arm around her waist.
Saxon tightened his hold around her, hauling her up against him. “Where do you think you’re going? Did I give you permission to move? I believe your arms were supposed to be around my neck.”
“Sorry. Sorry,” she gasped. What had she been thinking? What was her modesty in comparison to drowning? Fear threatened to swamp her. A sharp nip to the skin of her neck brought her back to the present and she gasped.
“That’s better. You’re safe, Aspen. I wasn’t going to let anything happen. However, that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of your punishment.”
“What? Oh, God!” she squealed as he drew her over to the side of the pool and lifted her up, easily lying her down on the side with her torso flat against the tiles and her legs kicking in the water.
“You can’t!”
He ran his hand over her cool ass. “I certainly can. You weren’t given permission to move.”
“I was just trying to cover myself up.”
“Hmm, another reason you ought to be spanked. Covering those delicious breasts during swimming lessons is not allowed.”
“What? Oh, crap.” She should have known better than to agree to this.
He drew the sides of her underwear together until they were pressed into the crack of her ass. “Yes, I think we need to get you some thongs. I can foresee many spankings in your future if you fail to follow orders like you just did.”
Holy shit.
She tensed. “Saxon, can’t we, um, talk about this? Maybe I should get lessons from someone else?”
He slapped his hand down on her ass and she squealed. “What do you call me?”