Free The Protective Dominant by Jan Irving

even when he was at his most unfriendly.
    And it went two ways, Jenny realized. If she could watch him, then he could watch her…
    Had he done that?
    Taz’s kitchen door slammed and he was back, some kind of metal tube thing in one hand with buckles at either end. Dazedly, she stared at it.
    “May I put this on your thighs?” he asked her, suddenly very formal.
    “Put…” She frowned. “What is it?”
    “It’s a spreader bar. It keeps your legs open if you try to close them.”
    “But—”
    “For what I want to give you, I want you open. I want you to have no choice but to take it.” He dipped closer to her ear again. “To enjoy it.”
    She looked at him and not at the toy. “All right.”
    He was swift, efficient, buckling the device around her thighs. “Taz, what—?”
    “I’m gonna make you scream.” He lifted her into his arms.
    The water was hot, frothing. She gasped at her abrupt introduction to it.
    Taz was behind her, his big body encompassing hers. The bar felt odd. It wasn’t wide so her legs were in some kind of gymnastic split, but she was wildly aware that her legs were open and she couldn’t close them. For some reason that added a lick of dark heat to her needy body.
    His hand cupped her neck. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
    He gave her a long, wet kiss, his fingers returning to play with her so that she fell back against him shamelessly. When she tensed and tried to move her position to enhance her sensations, the bar impeded her movements, gently correcting her.
    Without that freedom of movement, her attention focused on his touch so that every brush of a finger became almost excruciating. He was slow and thorough. The warm, lapping water and dim lights surrounded them, making it a softer, erotic world of the forbidden. Never had a man’s hands been inside her that she could remember. And the bar… The bar was definitely a naughty prop. Her imagination went wild, wondering what he’d used it for before. Had he used it during sex?
    A wallop of heat moved through her.
    “You like it?” His tone was smug, as if he knew.
    “It’s strange, but yes.”
    Taz lifted her so her knees rested alongside his on the long bench, both of them facing toward her rampant flower beds. She felt him, heavy and solid and masculine, grounding her deliciously. Her pulse was thumping. She tried to close her legs and whimpered. Before she could ask him what he had planned, he reached between her legs and held her sex fully open. She gasped at the exposure, digging her fingernails into his arms.
    “Taz!”
    “Hang on, just—”
    A bolt of churning hot water hit her, straight to her pussy.
    She screamed, back arching, throat burning and, given no choice, she came.
    Jenny was still panting after her third climax, limp and luscious, opening drowsy mossy eyes to look at him. He saw reflected there trust, and warmth in her cheeks and absolutely no fear.
    Satisfaction seized him.
    He’d pleased her. He’d made her scream and claw and beg for him to stop, but she hadn’t really wanted that, oh no. She’d wanted the ruthless way he had made her come, again and again. By her third climax, her contractions had gone on and on and each indrawn breath, each bead of sweat on her face had spoken for her.
    “Are we…done?” She blinked at him like a sleepy doe.
    “No,” he said. He lifted her gently from the water and laid her on a blanket. She sprawled there, looking like a windblown wild rose he’d find by the ocean.
    “Um, huh.” She closed her eyes but then they flared wide as he probed her too sensitive pussy with slick, cool fingers. “What are you…?”
    Her swollen sex was a deep pink color and the gel made her shine. He wanted to kiss her there with the bar to keep her from closing her legs shyly.
    He swallowed. “It’s lubricant. You need it to have sex after being in the water.”
    “Sex,” she repeated.
    “Sex. Like this.” He couldn’t resist any longer. He mouthed her sex and she