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?”
“I used to be.” Liam put their clothes on a bench, except for Katie’s wet panties and bra. Those he tossed into the dryer they used for towels, turning it on before heading for the showers. She followed him there too, neither of them speaking as they stepped under the water.
The steam of the showers was a welcome relief from the cold and Katie let the stinging spray needle her skin. Liam used the body-wash dispenser on the wall, soaping his hands, and then turning to her. Katie watched in amazement as he paid close attention to every inch of her body, scrubbing her hair and rinsing it thoroughly before moving down to her shoulders and back, forcing her to turn and put her hands flat against the wall. He didn’t speak-his body and hands told her what to do, moving her this way and that with a shift of his hip, a gentle tug of his soapy hands.
He spent time washing her ass, still red from his spanking. She wondered if she’d have handprints. She hoped so. Then he turned her around and she watched in wonder as he dropped to his knees, something she never would have imagined him doing-weren’t Doms the ones who were supposed to force submissives to their knees? — his hands roaming her front in the same way they had over her back.
“Liam,” she whispered, fingers moving in his thick, wet hair. She still loved feeling his name in her mouth. He kissed her navel, tongue dipping in provocatively, his eyes on hers as his slick, soapy hands moved over the gentle hills of her breasts. She moaned when he thumbed her nipples. They’d been hard for so long they almost hurt.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her hipbone, his tongue tracing the curve downward. She wanted to believe him, and by the time his mouth reached her pubic hair, she did. He looked at her body as if it was a place to worship, and when he reached her pussy, he drank her in like wine, burying his face there and shifting her legs over his shoulders so he could slide her body up the tile. Katie cried out with pleasure, lost in sensation, his mouth fastened on her mound, hands holding her in place, cupped over her breasts, her nipples hard under his fingers.
“Give yourself to me.” His words made her open her eyes and look at him. I am, she thought, but was she? Her body was tense, her mind racing. He shook his head slowly, reading her eyes, her mind. She bit her lip, trying to keep it in, all the feeling, all the fear, the desire, but she couldn’t contain it. A little sob escaped her throat, and she shook her head, as if to clear it, but it was no use. It overwhelmed her in an instant, and she was awash with feeling, drowning in it, unable to stand in the tide.
“That’s my girl.” He turned to kiss her thigh, rubbing his cheek there, stubbly and rough. “Let it go. Let me have you. All of you.”
“Please, I…” She didn’t know what to say. There weren’t words. And she found she didn’t need them. All she needed to do was surrender, to let herself go in his arms, not just her body but her mind, oh god, the whole of her, every part and essence of who she was, laid bare and quivering before him. It wasn’t possible. He wouldn’t want her. He couldn’t possibly see her completely open and vulnerable and not turn away.
But her fears were unfounded.
He devoured her as if he couldn’t get enough, a cloud of steam rising around them, the water from the shower splashing off his broad, strong back and shoulders. Katie hung on, going along for the ride, letting him take her wherever he wanted her to go. She couldn’t help the soft mews of pleasure escaping her throat as she writhed against the tile, her cries growing louder, echoing off the bathroom walls the closer she got to her destination.
Her climax rocked them both, Katie’s back arching, shoving her pussy fully against his eager mouth, and he moved to grab her hips, steadying her as she came and came, flooding him with her juices. When Liam slowly lifted her legs off his shoulders, letting her slide down the wall to join him on her knees in the shower, she was still so dizzy, she wasn’t quite sure where she was until she looked into his eyes.
“Pretty kitty.” He chuckled, touching her nose with the tip of his finger. She looked at him in wonder and disbelief. Kitty? He looked like the cat that ate the canary, full and satisfied. He honestly looked like he’d enjoyed that as much as she did. Maybe more. Was that possible?
She put her arms around his neck, pressing her body fully to his, seeing his eyes light up and then begin to smolder. She nuzzled his shoulder, licking his collarbone, feeling his cock pressed against her hip. He was harder than granite.
“I want you,” she confessed, turning her face up to his, showing him with her hips, a slow grind. “Please, please.” He was so hard she could barely stand it. “Oh Liam, please!”