Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas Book 5)

by Laylah Roberts

  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?”

  “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.”

  She hesitated, but they were in the shallow end of the pool. She could stand up if necessary. She leaned back against him with a sigh, letting her feet float up. He nuzzled her neck.

  “Thank you for trusting me.”

  Pleasure filled her at his words. Of course, that might have something to do with his hands that still grasped her breasts.

  “Not sure this sort of technique would be approved by other swim instructors,” she teased.

  “Just as well since I’d have to murder any swim instructor who did this to you,” he growled back. That possessive tone made her insides melt. “Hold onto my neck. You’re going to do some floating.”

  He started moving and she reached back to grab hold. His hands tightened around her breasts and she moaned.

  “Spread your legs wide.”

  She tensed. She couldn’t do it.

  “Now, Aspen.”

  She spread her legs. He kept a tight hold on her, not letting her slip.

  “Good girl. That’s a very good girl to spread your legs for me.”

  She rolled her eyes. “How come everything you say comes out sounding sexual?”

  “Only when I’m talking to you,” he replied. “You must have sex on your mind. Must be from all that spying. Move one arm away from my neck and s
traight out into the water.”

  She tightened her hold. “I can’t.”

  “You can. And if you’re a good girl you get a reward. I’d bet you’d really like that after that spanking got you all warmed up.”

  “It did not.”

  “No lying, little girl.”

  Well, shoot. “Maybe it did a little,” she muttered.

  He snorted. “I had my finger buried deep in your pussy. You’re wet and hot and you know it.”

  Well, fuck. Not much she could hide from him. She grumbled under her breath.

  “Now do as you were told and let one arm go. I won’t let you sink.”

  I won’t let you sink.

  She let those words slip through her brain as she forced one arm free of the tight grip she had on him and pushed it out.

  “That’s right, just like a starfish. You’re doing so well, sprite. Now the other arm. No, don’t tense up, don’t think. Just do it. All you have to do is what I say. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  She pushed her other arm out. It was a sign of just how much she trusted him. And not just with her safety.

  “That’s good. I’m not going to let you go. You’re doing so well. That’s it. Just float like that. Nice and relaxed. I still have hold of you. I won’t let you go.”

  His words drifted over her, through her as she looked up at the star-filled sky. This felt peaceful. Her brain and all the thoughts and worries that overwhelmed her just drifted away leaving her free to just live in the moment.

  “That’s it.” He pressed a kiss to the underside of her ear, making her shiver. “Come back to me now.” He blew a soft breath against her ear. “Come on, there you are.”

  She blinked, realizing where she was. “Sorry, I . . .”

  “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.

  “Ah, we’ll have to change that. All the toys in my box are brand new and now yours.” He reached over and grabbed the little purple cock, pulling it onto his finger. Her eyes widened.

  “It works in water?”

  “Wouldn’t be much point in keeping pool toys if they didn’t work in the water, would it? Now this is pretty tame in comparison to some of the things I own, but I thought I’d keep it light for tonight.”

  How kind of him. And she was pretty certain that most people’s pool toys consisted of beach balls and floaties. Not vibrators and whatever else he kept in there.

  Oh, hell.

  He turned the little vibe on and pressed it to her clit, and a rush of pleasure caught her by surprise. She arched her back with a cry.

  “Easy, baby. You really are near the edge, aren’t you? Sh, now,” he soothed as he eased the vibrator back then pressed the curved edge into her pussy. It barely went in an inch, not nearly enough to satisfy her. She tried to press down, but he gripped her hip with one hand.

  “Stay still. I’m in charge of your pleasure. Not you. Now stay just where you are.”

  That was so mean and yet she found herself stilling, not wanting to risk losing the waves of heat flowing through her. He thrust the tip in and out of her pussy. Frustrated noises passed her lips. She wanted more. Needed it.

  He drew the little vibrator back up to her swollen clit at the same time he reached out with his free hand and lightly pinched her nipple. She was lost. Gone. A scream erupted from her throat as she came, her pussy contracting with each wave. Her breath stuttered, the world around her spinning crazily. Cries fell from her lips as she peaked, shuddering. It seemed to go on forever. Her mind floated.

  “Good girl. Such a good girl. Come back to me now. Hey, there you are.”

  She blinked, looking up into his gorgeous green eyes. Panic surged within her. Water. He tightened his arms around her as she realized they were no longer in the pool. Somehow, he’d managed to get her out, wrap her in a towel and sit with her on a sun lounger without her realizing it.

  “Back with me now?”

  “I-I’m not sure what happened.”

  “You just had a spectacular orgasm, that’s what happened.”

  She grinned. Hard to argue that. Then she sobered up slightly. “The monitor?”

  “The boys are fine. I keep checking regularly.”

  “I’ve never just let go like that, not since before they were bo
rn.” Maybe not even before then. It unsettled her.

  But his arms were like steel bands around her, keeping her grounded, not allowing her to drift away. He gripped her chin, turning her face to his then kissed her lightly. “Thank you for trusting me to take care of everything else.”

  She relaxed slightly. There wasn’t much that Joel Saxon couldn’t handle.

  “I should get back.” She could feel his cock pressing against her back. Guilt filled her. “Unless, do you want me to . . . uh . . .”

  He kissed her lightly. “I told you this was about you and I meant it. Come on, I’ll walk you back and you can give me a scorching kiss goodbye.”

  “Oh, I can, can I?” she shook her head with a laugh. “I don’t know, you’re pretty incorrigible, give you an inch, you’ll take a mile.”

  “Oh, baby. You can bet on it.”

  9

  She was addicted.

  She couldn’t get enough of her drug of choice. And she was worried there was no cure. So much for keeping her distance from him. That train had long since left the station. Every moment she spent with him made her want him more.

  Made her care about him more.

  Several days had passed since she’d been caught spying on him and all of her swim lessons since had been during the day as he’d been busy at the club in the evenings. But today was Sunday and the club was closed.

  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.