She spread her arms, a starfish floating in the water. He moved to her side, letting her go. She tightened up then forced herself to relax. She was safe. Nothing would happen to her. The clit tickler did add an extra bit of spice, though. She trembled slightly as she felt the waves of arousal build. Her chin dipped. She forced her head back, looking up at the sky. Think about something else. Anything else.
“Good girl, you’re twenty seconds in. I think this challenge is too easy.”
Too easy? Ass.
“I’m going to touch you now. Aren’t I nice, warning you first?”
Nice wasn’t exactly the word she would use to describe him.
He raised one eyebrow. “For future reference, glaring at your Dom like that isn’t allowed.”
“I’m toast,” she muttered.
He grinned as he reached out and lightly plucked her nipple.
“Argh!” Her bottom dropped, and she very nearly ended up under the water, but she quickly found her place once more.
“Very good. I knew you wouldn’t forget your lessons.”
Lessons? Swim lessons? Or did he mean something else? Because all of this was designed to show her what submitting to him would be like, wasn’t it? He didn’t need to take her to the club when he could teach her here and now.
And, God, she liked it.
He played with one nipple then the next. Her arousal was a tight coil inside her, wanting to break free. She took slow, deep breaths, trying to ignore it, trying to remain relaxed. Sweat broke out along her forehead. The need to just give in and beg him to help her come was nearly more than she could bear.
“Ten more seconds. So stubborn. So beautiful.” He cupped water in his hand, pouring it over her hard nipples.
She cried out. Oh, he nearly had her then. Just a few seconds more. A few seconds.
“That’s it, baby. You’re done.” He reached under her pants and removed the tickler then helped her stand, find her feet, holding her for a few seconds when her legs threatened to cave in. Her breasts were pressed to that firm, warm chest.
“Good girl. Now it’s time for your prize.” He reached around and undid the back of her bikini, stepping back to pull it off her arms. He undid the ties on either side of her bottoms, throwing the scrap of material to the side of the pool, along with the tickler.
“Liked that, huh? I have something else you might like more. Go to the edge of the pool and float on your back. You can hold onto the hand rail to keep yourself still.”
He climbed out of the pool and strode over to his toy box. Her clit still tingled as she made her way to the shallow end. She lay as he’d told her, holding onto the rail behind her. She looked over as he returned, holding a large floating device and—was that a vibrator?
Oh, hell.
He chuckled as he saw her face. “You look so worried.”
She snorted. “I’m always worried.”
“I can help you with that.”
“By submitting to you.”
“I still haven’t had my night with you at the club.”
“I wasn’t sure you still wanted it.”
“Oh, I want it.” He watched her steadily.
She raised her chin. “Me too.” Shit. Did I say that out loud? But she owed him. And, frankly, she wanted to give it to him.
“Brave girl.”
Those words warmed her.