The Taming of Taylon Read Free Page B

didn’t he?
    Something seized her ankle, attempting to pull her under the water. What the hell? She kicked hard, connecting with flesh. It was hard and substantial. She kicked harder until her feet slipped out from beneath her. Standing, she wiped her hair out of her face and turned to find him several feet away.
    “Calm down, I just wanted to make sure you’re clean.”
    His laughing voice grated on her. “I can wash myself.” She crossed her arms in front of her breasts. “Just give me the soap.”
    “You are being cleansed as we speak. The water has restorative powers.”
    “Well, in that case, you don’t need to supervise it, do you? You can leave.”
    He stalked toward her. “I don’t think so.”
    Taylon didn’t wait for him to get any closer. She dove into the water, pushing off hard. She willed herself to reach the wall before he caught her. His hands skimmed her ankles. She kicked out at him. Just a little further. The feel of his hands touching her thighs made her stomach plummet.
    A small part of her wanted to just give up. Find out exactly what he wanted from her. No. She was not a quick fuck. The thought of him viewing her as such gave her the needed strength to reach the edge. Throwing her arms over the concrete she tried to pull herself out of the pool. Water sloshed against her back as he broke the surface of the water. He grabbed her legs and twisted hard. Taylon held tight, determined to get out of the pool. He twisted a second time, effectively flipping her over.
    Propping herself up on her elbows, she felt the edge of the concrete digging into her back. The tension of holding herself up made her straining muscles shake. Stretching her arms out she relaxed and let herself float in the water. She looked down. Her breasts were totally exposed to him. They bobbed slightly as the water lapped at her nipples.
    She squeezed her legs closed. Tried to lock him out. He moved forward, barely even responding to her resistance. When he passed her knees she stopped trying to shut her legs. To do so now would just pull him closer.
    This could not be happening. There had to be a way out. Think. Think . She had to ignore the flames spreading along her skin as he brushed against her legs. The wetness between her thighs burned hotter than the water.
    She had lost. Hell, it hadn’t even been a fight. Since he’d gotten her into this room he’d had the upper hand. Her body no longer obeyed her commands. Her only hope of clinging to a tiny bit of dignity would be to hold herself aloof. He might be in control of her body but her mind would remain untouched.
    She refused to look at him. She would stare at the ceiling and pretend she was at home tending the animals or maybe hunting for dinner. She lolled her head back on the hard stone edge. Closing her eyes she pictured her small home. Whatever he did she would be unaffected.
    Taylon fought hard not to jump as his finger skimmed across the hair covering her pussy. When his fingers moved to open the lips to expose her clit, she closed her legs, pulling him closer.
    “That’s good. Wrap your legs around me.”
    She’d done it without thinking. She could feel him moving in the water. Feel its cooling balm against her burning sex. He didn’t touch her anywhere else. She knew he was staring at her pussy, splayed open for his eyes.
    Don’t look at him. Just stare at the ceiling . He was waiting for her to look at him. She knew it, but could not stop from bending her head, letting her eyes feast on him. He stared at her from just above her triangle. His face hovered so close she could feel the warm air from every breath he exhaled.
    “Hold onto the edge.”
    She opened her mouth to ask him why when she felt the first stroke of his tongue. He lapped along one side of her pussy lips and down the other. Her breathing hitched at the new sensation. There was no way she could ignore that.
    Jerking up hard, she tried to pull her body away from him. He just moved forward and