She glanced at Liam as she waded into the effervescent froth. He was still just watching, not saying anything, as she sank deeper, still shivering, the water searing her flesh, steam rising all around them in a fog. There were seats along the edge and she made her way around, closer to him, wondering what he was thinking-what he was planning. That thought made her feel far hotter than any Jacuzzi.
“I don’t like playing games.”
She bit her lip, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“I told you to get undressed.”
“Oh.” Katie shrugged and then smiled, a little slyly. “Well, you didn’t say fully undressed.”
“That’s what I mean by playing games.” Liam didn’t return her smile. His face was deadly serious. “What you are is a brat. Do you know what a brat is?”
“Yes.” She blushed. By definition, it was a submissive who caused trouble or acted up to get her Dom’s attention.
“You’ll find that I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Now stand up.”
“But it’s so cold!” Katie hesitated and then saw the look on his face. She rose up out of the water, the bitter wind biting at her skin, making her yelp in surprise.
“Your underwear is see-through when it’s wet.” Liam’s gaze moved over her.
When she stood, the water lapped and frothed around her thighs, just below the crotch of her panties. She glanced down, realizing he was right. The dark triangle between her legs was clearly visible and the cold made her nipples so hard they practically poked through her bra. Her areolas were dark stains under the material, framing the jut of her coffee-colored nipples.
“And I’ve seen it all before.”
She blushed at his reminder. That day in the basement, how gentle and kind he’d been, how he’d taken charge of the situation. And then the drive home. She’d never felt closer to anyone. How was it possible? Just being with him with her clothes on left her feeling raw and vulnerable. How much more exposed could she get?
He was slow and lazy, like a cat, and like a predator, she had the sense that he could pounce at any moment. “Put your arms at your sides.”
She hadn’t realized she was hugging herself for warmth-or maybe trying to cover herself. She dropped them, shivering, teeth chattering.
“Bend over.” He was moving towards her and she found herself instinctively moving away, looking for an escape. She knew what was coming. He said what he meant and he meant what he said.
“But-”
Liam shook his head and sighed. “Stand on the ledge.”
He pointed to the seat that ran across the inside edge of the pool. It was submerged in the water, but much higher than the bottom of the hot tub. She didn’t protest this time, although now almost all of her body was out, the water gurgling at about mid-shin level.
“Grab the edge,” he instructed, moving closer. She gripped the blue-rimmed edge of the hot tub, which forced her to bend over, her bottom in the air, the wind merciless. She wouldn’t be surprised if her panties were frozen to her skin!
“When I tell you to do something, I mean exactly what I say.” Liam’s big hand moved lightly over her behind and Katie gasped, looking back to see him behind her. He rose out of the water like a god, water sheeting off his tanned skin. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed and facing front, anticipating what was coming.
He grabbed her panties in his fist and pulled them up-hard-tugging them between her pussy lips and ass cheeks.
“Oh!” She bit her lip, thankful she was holding onto the side of the pool to keep her steady. And then his hand came down against her bare ass, the sting unbearable, far worse than the cold. “Oh god!”
He spanked her. As often as she’d read about it, nothing could have prepared her for the reality of being spanked, how humiliating, how painful-how exciting. Her ass stung, but her pussy began to swell and grow slick as Liam worked her ass, his skill apparent, moving around, finding just the right next-spot where she hadn’t been spanked yet.
And then it was over and they were both breathing hard, the sound of the whirlpool humming around them as Liam grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back into the water. She turned, clinging, arms around his thick neck, unmindful of the tears on her cheeks. This man had already seen her cry more times than she wanted to count.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, burying her face against his shoulder, the hot water cooling the burning sting of her ass.
“Good.” His lips brushed the top of her head. “Now, get undressed.”
Katie had to let him go, and she didn’t want to, but she stood in spite of the cold, letting him see her, all of her, unhooking her bra in the front and sliding it off her shoulders. Her breasts weren’t big, and her areolas and nipples took up half of them, fat and puffy. She tossed her bra to the side of the hot tub and then worked down her panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed but not shaved, and she saw Liam looking as her panties joined her bra at the side of the pool.
“Come here.” He pulled her, naked now, into his arms, and she reveled in it, wrapping her legs around his waist-it was like straddling a tree trunk-as he sank further below the surface, taking her with him. They were submerged in the warmth to their shoulders and Liam’s hands moved over her body, exploring, shoulders and waist, ass and thighs.
“Liam,” she whispered, realizing it was the first time she’d said his name out loud. She loved the feel of it in her mouth and it made her want to repeat it, over and over, so she did, whispering it into his ear. “Liam, Liam, Liam…”
“Yes, Kitten?”
She liked this new nickname.
“I want you.” She nuzzled his ear, kissing the line where his dark hair curled at the nape of his neck. “I want you so much I can’t think about anything else.”
She felt him, rising up like a steel beam, trapped between his belly and hers. She knew he wanted her too and she couldn’t help moving, grinding, whimpering with longing.
“Eager kitty.” He chuckled, but his hands moved to grab her ass, pulling her in tighter, making them both sigh with pleasure. “Tight-laced, buttoned up little librarian by day… hot little sex kitten underneath.”
“Yes,” she agreed, rocking, rolling, wishing he was inside of her.
“You really want to learn to let go?” He caught her hands in his, twisting them behind her back. She gasped as he secured her wrists with one of his enormous hands. “To give yourself completely? No holding back?”
She nodded, but she felt fear at his words, her body folding in on itself.
“You have to trust, Katie.” His words were urgent, thrilling and frightening her at the same time. “Do you trust me?”
“I do,” she whispered, and it was the truth. It was insane, but it was true.
“Come with me.”
“Uh…again?”
He stood, raising his eyebrows at her questioning him, especially given their conversation, but she found herself transfixed by the sight of his cock. He was gloriously hard and he stood there, unashamed, letting her look. He literally made her mouth water. She was at the perfect suckable level, but when she moved in, hungry to take him into her mouth, he collapsed back into the water, heading toward the stairs.
Katie sighed, grabbing her wet bra and panties and following, knowing they were about to leave the warmth of the hot tub for much colder fare. She shivered her way over to the alcove, where Liam had collected their clothing, and she watched as he retrieved a key from his trouser pocket and opened a door to the building.
“Does the health club give all their employees keys to the building?” Katie inquired as she followed him inside down a tiled hallway.
“I own it.” Liam unlocked another door, pushing it open, and Katie followed. The door told her where they were going-the women’s locker room.
“So you’re not a personal trainer?”