Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas Book 5)

by Laylah Roberts

  What did he see? Was he going to stop? She would have to do something drastic if he did. She was so on fire for him, so in need she knew she wouldn’t sleep, wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but her desire to have him take her.

  But whatever he saw in her face must have reassured him as he nodded then turned her. He gave her a sharp slap to the butt. “Stop procrastinating, pet.”

  Procrastinating? She bit down on her lip to stop herself from protesting and, instead, stripped. She climbed onto the bed, lying on her back and raising her arms above her head. Saxon had stripped until he was just wearing his pants. His gorgeous chest was on display, and she licked her lips, wishing she could run her tongue over the hard lines and trace every inch.

  He placed his hands on his hips and raised one eyebrow, looking down at her. “Do I need to teach you a lesson on obeying your Dom?”

  Huh? What was he talking about? She was in position, wasn’t she? Arms above her head and legs . . . oh shit. She quickly spread her legs. He reached down and slapped the inside of each thigh sharply. “Wider.”

  “Sorry, Sir.” She moved them further apart, very aware of how exposed she was.

  “Next time be quicker.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she agreed, inwardly rejoicing that there would be a next time.

  He moved to the foot of the bed then grabbed her ankles, pulling her down until her ass reached the edge. He had one of those gorgeous, four-poster beds. Dark, wooden furniture filled his room, the walls were a deep blue. It was moody and masculine.

  He lifted one leg in the air and then fastened a cuff around her ankle. What the hell? She looked up in shock to see that her leg was secured to the wooden post of the bed by a chain fixed the cuff.

  Her other leg was soon given the same treatment. She was bound, her legs spread wide and held up high, her ass and pussy completely visible. Embarrassment mingled with arousal.

  “Now, I do like this. I can see everything with you like this.” He ran a finger through her folds. “Nice and slick. Did you get all hot and bothered from watching other people play tonight, pet?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What did you like best? What would you like to try?”

  Oh, God, why did he want to talk? He moved his finger around her clit. Slowly. Lightly. Not nearly enough to send her crashing into an orgasm, but just enough to drive her crazy.

  “Sir, please.”

  Smack! His hand landed on her still-tender ass. Fuck, she’d be lucky if she could sit tomorrow.

  “You didn’t answer my questions.”

  She didn’t want to talk. But obviously he did and he was the one in charge.

  “I liked the bondage. Spanking. I . . . um . . . liked the scene with Hannah in the cage.”

  He grinned wolfishly and then pushed a finger deep inside her. She gasped. “I know you did. Anything else?”

  “I thought the rope scene was interesting but a little scary.”

  “We will be exploring that at a later stage.”

  He slipped his finger free and then slid it lower to her ass. The plug was still in there. The bastard had made her wear it all night. And each movement had reignited the nerve endings back there. It had kept her on edge, made her aware for the entire night that he was in charge. He twisted the plug slightly, and she whimpered.

  He moved his finger back up to her clit, flicking it. “Now when it’s just the two of us you can speak more freely, although you will always call me Sir or Master and you will be respectful, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He reached under and squeezed her ass cheek. She winced. He smiled. “Still tender?”

  She glared at him. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Uh-uh, no scowling at your Dom if you want to come tonight.”

  Her eyes widened. “Sorry, Sir. I promise I will never glare at you again if only you will please, please let me come.”

  He chuckled. “No need to make promises your ass will pay the price for.” He crouched out of her vision and when he returned, he held a wooden box in his hand. He set it on the bed. “Now, what to play with tonight?”

  He pulled out a blindfold. Some scarves. Grabbing the scarves, he moved to where her hands still lay above her head. He quickly wrapped them around her wrists, securing them together then checking they weren’t too tight.

  “There we go, nice and secure.”

  She tugged at her hands and then looked back, realizing he’d secured them to the bed with another scarf.

  “Did you have this bed specially made, Sir?” she asked as he moved back to his box.

  “I did. Now to blindfold you before or after I get out the rest of the toys? Hmm? Before, I think.”

  Her heart skipped a beat, and as he sat next to her, he paused for a moment looking down at her. “What’s your safeword, pet?”

  “Red, Sir.”

  “And to slow down?”

  “Yellow.”

  “You’re worried about the blindfold?”

  “A little.”

  “I think you’ll like it. It will make you focus on your other senses. What you hear, smell, and feel. When you’re more confident, I’ll take away your ability to hear and talk. But for now, you know what to do to get me to stop, and I’ll be monitoring you.”

  “You won’t leave me?”

  “Never. Never have I ever or would I ever leave a sub who was bound. I promise.”

  His voice was firm, intense.

  She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Welcome, pet.” He was smiling as he secured the blindfold over her eyes.

  Oh, God, what had she gotten herself into?

  He stared down at the nervous subbie tied to his bed with some amusement. Just what did she think he was going to do to her? Would she be surprised by what he had in store? He thought so.

  Damn she looked good tied to his bed. He wouldn’t mind having her in his bed every night. Hmm. No real point in her moving back into the guest house now. Perhaps he could have her here every night.

  Satisfaction filled him. He turned his mind back to the job at hand. He placed a condom on the mattress, then followed it up with a feather tickler, a vibrating egg, two nipple clamps, and a pinwheel. The clamps were adjustable. He didn’t intend for them to bite, but they would add a bit of pressure he thought she would find enjoyable.

  He leaned over her and took one nipple into his mouth. She gasped then shuddered as he suckled on the hard nub. He drew back and picked up the nipple clamp and placed it on, tightening it slowly, watching her reaction.

  “Oh, oh, what is that?” she cried out, wriggling on the bed. Not that she could get far.

  “How do you address me?”

  “Sorry, Sir. What is that, please, Sir?”

  “It’s a nipple clamp. I’ve only put it on loosely. You’re going to love the sensation when it’s removed.” He moved to her other nipple, suckled on it, tugging at it with his teeth until she was moaning, then attached the second clamp, securing it.

  By the time he was finished, she was breathing heavily and his cock was thick, his balls aching. Damn it, he needed to calm down. He moved back and grabbed the feather tickler in one hand, the pinwheel in the other.

  He ran the feathers down her stomach. She tensed, obviously expecting something else then let out a shuddering breath as she felt the soft ends of the tickler. Then he ran the pinwheel down the same path. Each spike of the wheel pressed into her skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but he knew she would feel each prick. She gasped, her muscles tensing once more.

  Damn, she was fun.

  He ran the soft feathers over her breasts, heard her groan as she realized he was going to follow that same path with the pinwheel. He moved it lightly over her skin. The idea wasn’t to cause pain. It was about sensation and not knowing what was coming next.

  He moved down to the base of the bed, this time he started with the pinwheel, running it up one thigh towards her pussy. She let out a whimper and he stopped to assess her. Skin f
lushed. Breathing fast. But no real signs of distress.

  “How you doing, pet?”

  “Good, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He saw the way his praise made her relax. He moved the feather tickler over her mound, watching her shudder, then he ran it down her other thigh. He moved the pinwheel back up that thigh, watching the way she clenched her hands as he reached her mound and ran it right over the top, close to her slit.

  “Oh. Oh.”

  He pulled her lower lips apart. “Stay very still for me now, pet.”

  She froze and he had to hold back a chuckle as he very lightly ran the pinwheel over her labia. She let out a shuddering breath as he drew it back then rubbed her clit with his finger.

  “Very pretty, you’re all pink and wet. Do you like your nipple clamps?”

  Her cheeks went bright red. Still blushing after everything they’d done together? He grinned and tossed the ticker and wheel away, sliding two fingers deep inside her pussy to thrust back and forth.

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Because I like seeing you in them.” He grabbed the egg and removing his fingers, slid it into her pussy.

  She cried out. “Sir?”

  “Sh, you’ll like this.” He picked up the remote and turned it on, watched as she shuddered, her hips thrusting up.

  “Oh, God!”

  He lay on his side next to her. Then he reached out and released the closest nipple clamp. She cried out at the sensation, and he quickly drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Suddenly, she screamed, her back arching as she came.

  He licked at her nipple lightly. “Oh, yes, we will definitely be using these in the future.”

  Had she just come from having a nipple clamp removed? Holy fuck. Her body was still shuddering with the aftereffects when he removed the other one. She cried out again, her clit throbbing.

  Jesus. Jesus.

  Her body felt like one giant nerve ending. Whatever he’d been running over her skin, those tiny pin pricks had just sensitized her skin and now every touch felt intense.

  “Sir, please, I need you. Please.”

  Whatever he’d put inside her just wasn’t enough. She needed more. Needed him. Being blindfolded and bound made her feel very vulnerable but at the same time more secure. She had to trust him. Other than the safety net of her safeword, he was completely in charge. And it allowed her mind to rest in a way it never had before. It also made her hot, needy, and so damn aroused she didn’t know if she would ever be the same again.

  “I can’t wait any longer either. I have to have you.”

  Thank God.

  He kissed his way down her neck, between her breasts before lightly licking each nipple. She shuddered, and he laughed softly.

  Jerk.

  But the thought was an affectionate one. His weight shifted. Whatever he’d put inside her was turned off and removed. She heard a packet being opened. What was he doing?

  “Sh, just putting on a condom, pet.” He ran his hands up her thighs then his mouth dropped to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. He drew the lips of her pussy apart with his fingers and lapped at her clit, pressing hard against the underside then running the flat of his tongue over the top. She writhed, her harsh pants filling the room. She cried out as he moved and then he was pressing his shaft inside her. Inch by staggering inch. He was thick and long, and she was tight, especially with the plug in her ass.

  He was relentless as he drove himself deep. She wanted to feel him stretching her, taking her. She wanted him.

  “Sir, oh, God, Sir. So good.”

  “You’re sucking me in. Your pussy is rippling around me. How am I supposed to last when you feel so good?”

  He wasn’t. And she knew she wouldn’t be able to either. Finally, he was seated deep, and their deep breaths mingled. Her need was a deep ache inside her. She needed him to move. As if he could hear her, he drew back, then slammed his way forward. She arched her back.

  “More, please, Sir!”

  He grasped hold of her hips, pulled all the way out then drove himself deep. In and out. He twisted his hips, and she gasped as he seemed to touch new nerve endings. His finger brushed her clit. She clamped down on him. Hard.

  “Sir! Sir!”

  “I’m not coming until you do, pet,” he told her. His voice was dark. Almost grim. That finger at her clit moved in sure, firm strokes. She could feel herself reaching for that peak. So close. So close.

  Then she shattered. Her cry was loud enough to wake the household if his bedroom hadn’t been soundproofed. His own yell drowned out hers as he thrust deep and paused, shuddering against her, his breath coming in hard, fast pants.

  She drifted, her whole body sated, satisfied, spent.

  13

  “Jake and Molly are back,” Saxon told her as they each held a boy in the swimming pool. Saxon had bought them the most gorgeous bathing suits. Blue and white striped, they were the type that zipped up at the back and protected them from the sun. She held Jamie tightly against her while Saxon lifted Caleb up and pretended to drop him. Much to the little boy’s delighted cries.

  She shook her head but had to smile. How had she come to care so much about him in such a short space of time? She slept in his bed each night. There had been no mention of her and the boys returning to the guest house. And she loved every minute. But she was under no illusions about what this was. An affair.

  “Aspen, you still with me?” He gave her a questioning look. Reaching out, he ran a cool finger down her cheek. “Feeling all right, sprite?”

  She smiled brightly. “I’m fine. Did they enjoy their trip?”

  She didn’t know the sheriff or his new wife that well, but Molly had always been friendly when she’d seen her in the diner. Jake was more intimidating. Serious. Stern.

  “It sounds like they did.” They’d gone to Paris for their honeymoon. Molly had been through a lot recently, having gone through a mastectomy due to breast cancer. “I invited them for dinner tomorrow evening.”

  “That’s nice. The boys and I can make ourselves scarce. Shall we go to the guest house for the night?” Maybe it would be best for them all if she put some space between them. Then again, would it make it hurt any less when things fell apart?

  “Why the hell would I want you and the boys to make yourselves scarce?” he demanded with a frown.

  “Oh. Well. I just assumed . . .” she trailed off, feeling embarrassed.

  He grasped her chin as Caleb burbled happily and Jamie rested calmly against her. “Pet, is it your place to assume things?”

  The dominant tone in his voice sent a shiver across her skin. Being in charge, taking care of those around him was what he enjoyed. She thought it was that that had led him to open his own BDSM club. Because he wanted a safe place for everyone to play and where he could watch over them. He liked to take care of those who he considered his. Which included everyone at the club, whether they were a Dom or a sub. And, she thought with amusement, pretty much all of the citizens of Haven as well. Would they find it funny that he’d assumed the role of town protector much as Jake had? Although he had a different way of going about things.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Now why did you think I’d want you and these two imps to disappear? Are you a dirty secret?”

  She blushed. “No!”

  He raised an eyebrow and waited. It was an effective maneuver. The silence extended until she was squirming. “It’s just that I know Jake is like your family and, well, I thought maybe you wouldn’t want us around. I don’t want to get in the way. Or for them to get the wrong idea.”

  “The wrong idea?” He cupped the back of her neck, bringing her close to kiss her. “What would the wrong idea be?”

  That this was something more than it was. She shrugged, hoping her sadness didn’t show on her face.

  “Pet, I am not ashamed of you. I am not hiding you or the boys away. You will be there for dinner with us. I want Jake and Molly to get to know you.”

 
She wasn’t sure what that meant and she wasn’t brave enough to ask in case the answer wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Damn she was such a wimp.

  “Okay. Would you like me to cook dinner?”

  “Only if you want to.”

  She smiled. “I love cooking for you.”

  “Thank you, sprite. Now, come on, these two squirmy worms want to go for a swim.”

  She laughed as she watched him swim away with Caleb, the little boy giggling. He was so wonderful with both the boys. It was unexpected and it pulled at her heart like nothing else could.

  How could she ever say goodbye?

  Saxon was aware of the way she stared after him. The look on her face was unguarded for once. She looked so sad it killed him. How could she think he didn’t want her around when Jake and Molly came over? Did she really think he saw her as something he had to hide away? Like he was ashamed?

  No way.

  He gritted his teeth. Go back to the guest house? Not happening. Ever. It hit him like a lightning bolt, making him freeze. She was acting like this was just a brief affair.

  And why wouldn’t she think that? They’d never talked of the future. He’d never wanted a family.

  Except wasn’t that exactly what he now had? A family. A woman. Two boys. That was how he saw them. As his. To protect, to guide, to love.

  He hadn’t been acting as though this was temporary. No wonder she was so unsure and guarded.

  He couldn’t fucking let them go. It would carve him in two. He waited for a hint of panic. A need to run. It wasn’t there. All he felt was rightness. He breathed in deeply, let it out, then smiled down at Caleb when he started to whimper.

  “Okay there, little one?” He looked back over at Aspen, saw her trying to show Jamie how to blow bubbles. His heart filled. No, he couldn’t imagine his life without them in it. But could he really trust himself with them? Other than Jake, he had no family left. Had lost them all. Through death and anger.

  But that wouldn’t happen with Aspen. Because he’d would do whatever was necessary to keep them happy and safe. He’d have to watch that he didn’t smother them. He’d have to rely on Aspen to tell him when he’d gone too far.