Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)
“Sh, it’s okay. I know your mind wasn’t filled with anything else by how relaxed you were. That’s a show of trust. Push your legs together and down. That’s it. You can touch the bottom. And here’s the side to hold onto.” He pressed her hands against the side of the pool, even though she could easily reach the bottom and stood just waist-deep. “Stay right there. Hands where they are.”
He moved away, and she felt the loss, turning to watch him, although she didn’t move from the position he’d placed her in. He climbed out of the water and reached into a long, rectangular storage box, pulling out a smaller box. He drew something out of it. What the hell was that?
He slipped back into the pool.
“Facing forward, no looking back.”
Her breath came in fast pants, her pulse racing. What was he doing? He set something on the tiles in front of her and she stared at a purple object that sort of resembled a small penis. It had little bumps along it and there was a ring on one side that looked just big enough for a finger.
Oh, hell.
“What is that?”
He nuzzled her neck then one foot reached between hers and pushed them wide.
“What is that, Joel? Or, Sir, if you like.”
“What is that, Joel?” she asked.
“Still a bit unsure about submitting to me? We’ll fix that. It’s a clit stimulator. I promised you a reward, didn’t I?”
“But I . . . we . . .” Was she ready for this? Her body sure as hell was, but her mind was telling her to slow down, move cautiously.
“You’re panicking about nothing. There’s nothing that says this has to be reciprocal. That says it will go any further than some pleasure. For you.”
“That’s one-sided.”
“I get pleasure from giving you pleasure.” He reached around and cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples. “And you’ve shown me some trust tonight. That gives me a great deal of pleasure.” He nuzzled her neck. “Once we take that next step it won’t always be this way. Sometimes you’ll give me pleasure without getting anything in return. Sometimes I’ll make you come over and over until you don’t think you’ll ever come again. Other times I’ll keep you right on the edge without letting you go over.”
Jesus. It sounded like heaven and hell all wrapped in one bundle. It also sounded like he was talking about more than one night.
He lightly pinched her nipples, tugging on them until they stung, then rubbed them softly with the palms of his hands.
“So responsive. So beautiful. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, pet? Nice and loud. I want to hear you scream.”
Oh, fuck.
“Turn around, lay your arms along the edge of the pool then put your legs around my waist,” he commanded.
She slid around, doing as he’d ordered without thought. He grabbed hold of her panties and pulled sharply, ripping the wet material.
“Saxon!”
She didn’t have enough panties that she could let him go around destroying them. He reached out and pinched her nipple, making her cry out. “Joel, Sir or Master are your only two options. Remember that.”
The warning in his voice was clear.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied without even thinking about it.
“Good girl. Don’t worry, whatever I destroy, I replace.” He ran his finger up and down her slit, and she arched up with a cry as he ran his finger over her swollen clit. “Oh, God!”
“Been a while, hasn’t it, baby?”
“A year,” she replied, panting. “I mean, since a man . . .”
“Got any toys?” he asked casually, moving his finger through her folds to press himself deep. A rush of cold water accompanied the finger and she whimpered. The sensation was almost too much.
“No,” she panted.