“No, I don’t think you could, either.” “Are you laughing at me?” “Yes, but in a good way.” I kiss her again. “You’re not a great submissive.” Her mouth drops open. Is she feigning offense? And then she laughs, a sweet, infectious laugh, and I know she’s not offended. “Maybe I don’t have a good teacher.” Good point well made, Miss Steele. I laugh, too. “Maybe. Perhaps I should be stricter with you.” I search her face. “Was it that bad when I spanked you the first time?” “No, not really,” she says, her cheeks flushing a little. “It’s more the idea of it?” I ask, pressing her further. “I suppose. Feeling pleasure when one isn’t supposed to.” “I remember feeling the same. Takes a while to get your head around it.” We are finally having the discussion. “You can always use the safe word, Anastasia. Don’t forget that. And, as long as you follow the rules, which fulfill a deep need in me for control and to keep you safe, then perhaps we can find a way forward.” “Why do you need to control me?” “Because it satisfies a need in me that wasn’t met in my formative years.” “So it’s a form of therapy?” “I’ve not thought of it like that, but yes, I suppose it is.” She nods. “But, here’s the thing—one moment you say ‘don’t defy me,’ the next you say you like to be challenged. That’s a very fine line to tread successfully.” “I can see that. But you seem to be doing fine so far.” “But at what personal cost? I’m tied up in knots here.” “I like you tied up in knots.” “That’s not what I meant!” She dashes her hand through the water, soaking me. “Did you just splash me?” “Yes,” she says. “Oh, Miss Steele.” I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her onto my lap, slopping water onto the floor once again. “I think we’ve done enough talking for now.” I hold her head between my hands and kiss her, my tongue teasing her lips apart, then delving into her mouth, dominating her. She runs her fingers through my hair, returning my kiss, twisting her tongue around mine. Angling her head with one hand, I shift her with the other so she’s astride me. I pull back to take a breath. Her eyes are dark and carnal, her lust plain to see. I pull her wrists behind her back and grasp them in one hand. “I’m going to have you now,” I declare, and I lift her so that my erection is poised beneath her. “Ready?” “Yes,” she breathes, and slowly I lower her onto me, watching her expression as I fill her. She moans and closes her eyes, thrusting her breasts forward into my face. Oh, sweet Jesus.