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.”
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.
“I’m not really.”
“You are. You know what you want and you’re willing to do something about it even though it scares you. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to explore your needs or having them in the first place.”
“There isn’t?”
“No. Being submissive doesn’t mean you’re not equal. It’s about what you want to give. What makes you happy. And if you have that choice, if it’s your decision because it’s what you want then how does that make it wrong?”
She guessed that made sense.
“And before you start thinking that all the feminists in the world are going to stand up and shake their fingers at you, remember it’s not just women who are submissive or men who are Doms.”
Yeah, she guessed that was true.
“If it brings you pleasure, and it’s definitely going to please me, what we choose to do is nobody’s fucking business, understood?” The dark note in his voice surprised her. He almost sounded angry, yet she knew he wasn’t mad at her. What had happened to him? Had he been judged for his choices? Wanting to soothe the hurt she could sense, she smiled at him
“You’re right, Sir. If it’s what we both want and it doesn’t harm anyone else, it’s not wrong.”
He placed the vibrator next to the pool edge then pulled the float beneath
her so it supported her head and back.
“This is to make you feel more secure. You know that you can stand at any time, and I’m not going to let any harm come to you.”
“I know.”
“Damn, pet, you’re beautiful. A man could get lost in your eyes.”
“Good thing you’re not just a mere man,” she teased.
He leaned down and kissed her lightly. She let go of the hand rail to wrap her hands around his neck.
He drew back. “Uh-uh. For now, you keep your hands on the rail. It will make you feel safer and keep them out of my way.”
“I don’t get to touch you?”
“Not tonight. Tonight is all about building trust in your Dom. In knowing he holds your fate in his hands and that he can bring you great amount of pleasure . . . or pain.”
Well, fuck.
She removed her hands, grasping the rail once more. He grabbed the vibrator and placed it on her stomach. “Don’t let that roll off. I’d hate to have to spank you.”
Uh-huh, like she believed that. But she managed to remain still enough to keep it in place as he moved so he stood between her legs, spreading them wide. Then he crouched so he was kneeling, the water now chest level. He grabbed hold of her ankles, pushing her feet up to rest on the edge of the float, at her ass.
“Joel!” she cried out.
“Sh, you can do this. You trust me. And this is all about your pleasure. Don’t you want to ease that ache inside you?”
She did. More than anything.
“How do you feel about anal play?”
Anal play? Jesus Christ.
“I-I don’t know, Sir. I’ve never thought about it much.”
“No old boyfriends ever played with you there?” He sounded surprised, as though that was unusual. That wasn’t unusual, was it?
Damned if she knew.
“No, Sir.”
“Well, we might just have to find out.”
He reached out, spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers. Cool water rushed against her heated flesh, making her cry out. His other hand held onto her hip, keeping her steady. Then he leaned in and took a long, slow lick.
Fuck. Shit. She closed her eyes as sensation swamped her. He moved as though there was no hurry, as though he had all the time in the world. And maybe he did, but she certainly didn’t feel that way. Need slammed through her. She wanted more. Needed it. His tongue circled her clit then lightly flicked it.
“Sir!” The title slipped easily off her tongue.
“Yes?”
“I need more, please.”
“Do you? You know as much as I love to hear you beg, and I do, tonight, you’re only going to speak when spoken to, understand?”
That just sucked. She glared at him. He removed his hand from her pussy and took a half-step back. His face was dark. What had she done?
Oh, it wasn’t a good idea to glare at your Dom. Yeah, she remembered that now. Shit.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Are you going to behave?” His voice was low. Dark. A shiver of trepidation filled her.
“Yes, Sir. I really am sorry. It’s just hard for me to stay quiet when you touch me.”
He smiled, his face warming. “I know. But you will.”
Exasperation filled her. But she knew she’d do her best because she wanted to give to him. The way he was always giving to her. It felt a bit one-sided. He’d given her everything she needed. Protected her. Watched over her. Given her pleasure. And what had she given him?
She was determined that she’d be what he needed. Both in this and in her work. She’d work harder to get on with Renard, even if it killed her.
He smacked the side of her hip.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“You’re not paying attention to me.”
And that was a big no-no.
“Sorry, Sir.”
He gave her a dark look. Then he pressed a hand down on each inner thigh, holding her wide and dipped his tongue between her lower lips. He pressed his tongue down on her clit, rubbing the underside before tapping at it with firm strokes. Her tummy tightened, the beginnings of her orgasm starting to flutter through her, then he drew back. She cried out then tensed. Was she allowed to make those noises?
“Noises of pleasure or pain are fine, pet. As long as you are not talking.”
Good to know.
One hand left her thigh, a finger pressed deep inside her. Another finger joined it. In and out, he drove deep but didn’t touch her clit. It wasn’t enough to send her over. Just drive her freaking insane. She wanted more. Wanted to press her hips up towards his mouth, but was too worried about moving and landing in the pool.
Oh, he was a devious Dom, wasn’t he? He’d known this was exactly how she’d react.
He pulled his finger free then grabbed the vibrator, turning it on. He held the vibrating head against her swollen clit. She cried out. It was all she could do not to curse him. Fuck! Her eyes closed, sweat broke out over her skin. The vibrator moved lower, towards the opening of her pussy, and he pushed it slowly inside her until it was seated deeply. The vibrations struck that spot inside her.
She was so close. She couldn’t hold back. Then he turned the vibrator off.
“Nooo.” The cry escaped her lips before she could pull it back.
“Tut-tut, what did I say about speaking? Over you go and don’t you let that vibrator slip.”
He helped her slide around so instead of lying on her back, her breasts and abdomen now lay on the float. She took hold of the pool rail once more as her legs hung over the edge of the float, her butt in the air. She kept her thighs pressed together to keep the vibrator from slipping free.
He drew his hand back, smacking it down on her ass several times.
Oh, God. It stung. The pain was sharp, burning. It hurt and she could feel herself tensing. Then he reached between her legs and turned the vibrator on. Fuck. Fuck. She had to bite down on her lip and hold on for dear life as the spanking morphed into something more.
She groaned. Arousal flooded her. Please. Please.
“Uh-uh, no coming quite yet,” he said, as if he could hear her. “I have a little experiment to conduct first.” He grabbed her ass cheeks pulling them apart. She tensed. She didn’t know how she felt about this.
You can say no.
He would stop then, but she didn’t want that. And just because she was unsure didn’t necessarily mean she wasn’t willing.
He pressed a finger against her back entrance. Oh, that felt naughty. He slid his other hand under her hips to play with her clit. Her pussy contracted. Orgasm rushed at her. He seemed to sense she was near, and flicked her clit harder, faster, more of his finger entering her back hole.
“Come for me, pet. Come hard. Let go now.”
His finger continued to tease her clit and she came with a crash, her breath leaving her in a whoosh, incapable of making any sound. The world around her stilled. Her whole body shook and a sharp tendril of panic shot through her. It was too much. Way too much. She gasped for air. Then he was drawing her off the floating lounger and into his arms.
“Easy, sprite. I have you. You’re good. Just let go.”
She took one breath then another. The trembles in her body rocked her, but he held her close as he stepped out of the pool with her cradled in his arms.
“I think we know how you feel about anal play,” he commented.
Yeah, she guessed they did.
10
Aspen put the boys in the double stroller and set off towards the restaurant. The stroller was a godsend. Well, Saxon sent. And there were days he seemed to think he was God. So it was close.
“Morning, Renard,” she called out cheerfully as she pushed her way through the open doors and into the kitchen. It might be early but the day was already heating up.
Renard grunted at her, not looking away from his tablet as he sat at the small dining table. She wheeled the stroller over to the table and lifted the boys out, putting them in
the playpen. Another gift from Saxon. He was spoiling them.
There wasn’t much he didn’t notice, no matter how busy he was. She winced at the sound of a saw and Renard grumbled something to himself. The contractors working on the restaurant had moved down to their end of the restaurant. Unfortunately, the louder they became the grumpier Renard got. It was like working with a dormant volcano, never quite sure when he was going to explode.
At least until the restaurant was open, she could keep the boys with her while she worked. Once it opened, Gwen said she would help her with them. How such an old fart like Thomas had found such a sweet wife she didn’t know, but Gwen had been a godsend. The restaurant was only going to be open evenings. She could do most of her prep during the day. Saxon wanted a dessert cart for the restaurant so she’d just need to come back in the evenings and check everything was set up correctly.
“You’re late,” Renard told her.
“Actually, I’m five minutes early,” she replied cheerfully. Renard liked to provoke people. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe he liked an argument? Maybe it was just his personality? But arguing back wasn’t going to help. She needed this job and she was determined to get along with the big bear of a man.
Even if it killed her. Or him.
There were many days she got home, exhausted, her face aching from smiling when she’d really wanted to scream.
She could do this. She could. Saxon had done so much for her. This was a dream job in so many ways. It wasn’t going to be ruined by some ass of a man with no social filter. Getting Renard to like her might be a stretch but at least he hadn’t sent her running from the kitchen in tears. Yet.
“Then be earlier tomorrow.”
She took a deep breath in, let it out slowly. Patience. Patience.
“I want you to make a seven-layer, strawberry-lemon cake today.”
What?
She turned back to him as she was putting on an apron. “Are you kidding? That will take hours.”
He grunted.
She gritted her teeth. “Why do we need a seven-layer, strawberry-lemon cake?”
“Because I said so.” There was an incredulous note to his voice as though he couldn’t understand why she was asking. “I think it should be our signature dessert. If you can make one.”
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