Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

“Uh, Joel. Sorry.”

“I’ll accept Sir or Master as well. I’m not fussy.”

No. Not at all. Just completely in charge and domineering to his core.

His hand smacked down on her other cheek, and she groaned.

“Now, I want you to remember this the next time you decide to disobey me. While I do enjoy spanking your butt . . .”

Smack!

“I’d rather reward you.”

Thwap! Thwap! Two spanks landed in quick succession. Damn, those stung. Tears swam in her eyes, and she had to forced herself not to let go and cry. Crying never did anyone any good.

Suddenly his hand slipped lower and his finger ran across the slit of her pussy. She gasped, stiffening.

“There you are again. Thought you’d wandered away from me. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” As his finger rubbed her clit, his other hand landed on her ass again. Several smacks later she didn’t know whether her heart was racing from pain or pleasure. They’d kind of mingled together. Her ass was burning, her pussy throbbing. Oh, fuck. She was so close to coming it was almost embarrassing. She wiggled against the tile.

“Stay still,” he commanded. “Keep those hands above your head and do not move them. Now, I’ve been a bit remiss. I believe I owe you several smacks for lying to me about hitching a ride into town. I haven’t dealt them out as I didn’t want to scare you off when we were getting used to each other. But now that I have you here . . .”

Several more smacks landed against her ass, and she had to stifle a cry.

“Don’t hold back. I like hearing your cries. And if you should feel the need to beg, even better.”

“I-I don’t want anyone to hear me. You have to stop.”

“I’m not ready to stop. And nobody will hear us.”

She shouldn’t be here, doing this. She should be back in the guesthouse with the boys . . . she groaned as that thought was disrupted by his finger diving beneath her underwear to slip inside her.

“Keep your mind in the here and now.”

“The boys . . .”

“I’m listening for them. I wouldn’t let anything happen to them any more than I would you.” He drew his finger free, and she whimpered in denial. Noooo, she’d been getting so close to an orgasm.

Saxon placed several more smacks on her ass until her globes burned and she gasped for breath.

“How does your ass feel?”

Hot. Burning. But it was nothing compared to the inferno burning in other places.

Smack! Smack! “Answer me, pet.”

“It’s hot! Sore.”

“So you’ll think twice before lying to me again, won’t you?”

“Yes!”

Saxon grabbed hold of her hips, drawing her back into the water. He held her around the hips, holding her to his body so she could feel his erection pressed into the small of her back. One hand reached up her back and she felt her bra give way.

“Joel!”

“Since you don’t like wearing this bra, you don’t get to wear anything at all. Problem solved.”

She attempted to glare up at him over her shoulder but the sound of his chuckle said he was anything but intimidated. He cupped her breasts with his hands. “Lay your head on my shoulder and then let your legs drift up.”