Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

She’d put on the one-piece he’d bought for her, something else she owed him for, and had wrapped a towel around herself. She moved to the gate, opening it before placing the monitor down on one of the sun loungers.

He swam towards her, using long, sure strokes of his arms. Her mouth went dry as she watched his muscles move.

Damn it, Aspen, pull your tongue in and concentrate.

She took a deep breath and smiled down at him. “Evening.”

He didn’t reply, just looked her up and down. “Lose the one-piece.”

“Wh-what?”

He gave her a stern look that made her stomach drop. “I’ve laid another suit out for you over there.” He nodded towards the storage box. She still couldn’t believe he kept sex toys in there.

What was wrong with what she was wearing? He’d bought it for her, after all. But as she neared the storage container she saw he had something entirely different in mind. There was a very small, pale-blue bikini laid out on the lid, along with a pink butterfly clit-tickler and remote. Holy fuck.

She turned back to look at him, but he was swimming laps again. Obviously, he just expected her to put the bikini on without argument.

And what would you really be arguing about, Aspen? He’s seen you in less. She took her one-piece off then pulled the bikini on. It was even smaller than she’d thought. The bottom half was made of string with a small piece of cloth that barely covered her slit. A piece of string fitted snugly between her ass cheeks.

Holy hell. What was the point? She might as well be naked.

The top wasn’t any better. More string with two triangles to cover her nipples. She wished she felt more confident in her body. But she just didn’t have the curves that other women did.

“Very nice. Only next time, you won’t take so long.”

She looked over to see he’d finished swimming and had his forearms resting on the edge of the pool.

It hadn’t been a question, but she nodded anyway.

“Grab the clit tickler and come in,” he commanded. He didn’t say anything more but kept his gaze on her as she picked up the toy. He swam over, met her in the shallow end, and grabbed it from her. He took hold of her wrist and drew her out into the middle of the pool until she was waist deep.

“Today, you’re going to have a little test.”

“Test?”

“Yep.” He held up the tickler. “This is going over your clit while you float. If you can keep floating for sixty seconds without breaking form you get to come. If you can’t, you get spanked.”

She narrowed her gaze at him. “How do you think up these things?”

He grinned. “My teachers always said I had a devious mind. I just needed focus. I have that now.” He reached out and ran a finger under the scrap of material covering her right nipple, rubbing it over the hard nub. Her breath caught.

“Turn around.”

She slowly turned. What had she gotten herself into? He held the clit tickler between his finger and thumb and ran it down her chest, between her breasts then up over the mounds. The edges scraped against her sensitive nipples. As he moved it lower anticipation bit at her. Could she do this? How could she concentrate when she was already so turned on, just from having him touch her? He slid his fingers beneath the scrap of material covering her pussy slipping the ticker over her clit. Then he switched it on. She groaned as it started vibrating against her swollen nub.

Oh, this wasn’t going to go well.

“Lean back,” he told her. “Legs up and apart.”

“What if the tickler moves and slips off?” Wouldn’t that be a shame?

“Then you lose.”

“Somehow I think I’ve been set up to lose.”

“Not at all. You can do this. I know you can.” The confidence in his voice actually boosted hers and she swung her legs out, spreading them. The tickler shifted slightly but remained over her stiff nub. Oh, Christ, that felt so good. Saxon still held her, her head resting against his shoulder as he crouched in the water.

He shifted his hold. “Arms out.”