A grin spread over her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then touch away.”
Janie lifted her hands, and Cole was surprised to see they were trembling. Without thought he captured them in his. “You’re shaking, what is it?”
She tilted her head back, and those beautiful green eyes shone like gems. “I’m nervous, Sir.”
“Why?” He wanted to know. As much as he was anticipating her touch against his skin, he wanted her comfortable.
A little laugh escaped from her. “I’m not really sure. It’s ... ” She shook her head. “You’ve touched me, intimately, yet I’ve never touched you. Big step, Sir.”
It hit him like a ton of bricks that as much as Janie projected confidence and bravado, she was scared. His fingers encircled her wrists, and then he placed her palms on his chest. He bit back a groan at her soft skin against his. “Most Doms will expect you to touch them.” He kept his voice low as he released her wrists. “Just like a woman’s body, each man’s body is different.”
“Different textures and skin tone, Sir,” she said as her feather touch slid over his skin, causing him to shiver. “Different erotic centers.”
She scraped a nail over one nipple, and his muscles tensed in pure pleasure. “So they are sensitive,” she murmured.
Cole didn’t correct her for not addressing him as “Sir” as her fingers feathered over his skin to his abs and then his stomach before dancing over the top of his swimsuit and retracing their steps to his shoulders.
He ground his teeth together, forcing himself to stay still and let her explore. It shouldn’t be that hard to stand there and let her explore, yet he wanted nothing more than to pull Janie into his arms, kiss her senseless, remove his suit, and take her right there in the pool.
His cock throbbed with need, but he ignored it. This was for her. For Janie. He wanted her to have confidence in her own needs, wants, and sexuality. So he suffered the most erotic torture of his life as she explored his upper body.
After five minutes, he couldn’t take it any longer. “That’s enough.” He took a step and her arms fell to her lap, making a splash in the water. His body wanted more of her soft erotic touch, but he forced himself to put some space between their bodies.
“Go sit on the last step,” he told her, his voice gruff with unfulfilled desire. Once she had moved, he picked up the restraints from where he’d set them on the concrete next to the pool. He put them on her wrists and then lifted each leg to place them on her ankles.
“But, Sir, won’t they get wet?” she asked as he slowly lowered each leg back into the water.
“They’re made for this.” And they were. He’d specially ordered restraints made to be used in the pool. Reaching over, he snagged the different lengths of hemp rope. He’d cut them a couple of days ago after doing very careful measuring.
He kept part of his attention on her as he began to loop the rope to the wrist cuffs. Her eyes widened, but that was the only outward sign she gave. “Lean back.” She did and he frowned. No, that wasn’t going to work; she needed something to support her back, and he didn’t want the rough stairs to scratch her fair skin.
“Sit back up, pet.” He placed the rope in her hands, then lifted himself out of the pool. He strode to the table where he’d set out several oversized towels, and then grabbed one of the waterproof cushions and a towel.
Climbing back into the pool, he soaked the towel. “Stand up.” He put the cushion in the water, then placed the towel over it. He held them in place. “Sit back down, pet. And lean back.” She lowered her body.
“Better?” he asked when she was in position.
The towel would protect her butt from the scratchy stairs, and the cushion her back, plus give her some support.
“Green, Sir.”
He nodded, took the rope from her hand and pulled her right arm until it was stretched out to the side. His fingers closed over the ring concealed under the water. He threaded the rope through it and tied it off. Then he did the same with her left arm.
“If your arms or hands start to go numb tell me right away.” He stepped back and grinned. Damn if she didn’t look good spread out. Her breasts were barely above the water, her nipples hard within the clamps. His cock twitched.
“Yes, Sir.”
The timer rang, and Janie jumped, causing the water to splash a bit. “Still nervous?”
“Maybe, Sir.”
“We’re all alone. There’s no one for miles.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about, Sir.”
A grin spread over his lips. Cole leaned over and brushed her mouth with his. Damn, that’s what he’d been missing. Kissing her. He’d used his lips all over her body, except her sex, but he hadn’t kissed her. Maybe because for him kissing took them deeper into a personal level. One he’d been avoiding until now.
