I feed her wrists through the leather, cinch it snug. Her hips roll, eyes begging for everything I haven’t given her yet.
‘Now,’ I say, breath thick, heart punching, ‘you’re mine.’
Taylor
Of all the many ways I’ve imagined Axel taking me since he said those fateful words –I get you –it wasn’t like this.
He warned me. And I listened. I really did.
It’s just… it’s me who does the tying down, who dominates and calls the shots. In the bedroom. Out of it. But letting Axel do it?
It feels natural.
Too natural.
Scarily, dangerously natural.
My wrists strain against the belt while my eyes devour him. Axel clothed is impressive enough, but naked… all that ink and muscle and—Jesus. He’s big. Like big, big. His sheer girth makes my core clench.
‘Do I need a safe word?’
It’s out before I can swallow it, and his dark eyes narrow as he eases down beside me. ‘If it’ll make you feel better.’
He brushes a strand of hair from my cheek with such gentleness, my whole body quivers. A nervous energy rising in its wake. But I shouldn’t be nervous. This is Axel. My Axel. Only… he looks nothing like the man I’ve known for years.
Or maybe he does and I’m only now seeing what was always there.
And that doesn’t help. Not one bit.
‘Tay?’ he presses.
‘No,’ I say, talking myself down. ‘I don’t think I need it. Not with you.’
Now I just need to believe it…
His mouth tilts into a knowing curve, his thumb easing my lips apart.
‘You sure?’ he murmurs, low and dark. ‘Because there are so many things I want to do with this mouth, this throat…’
His hand trails south, fingers settling around my throat. A light squeeze and my breath ceases for the smallest second, endorphins spiking. His eyes sharpen like he knows – but of course he knows. He knows how to pleasure a woman. It’s what he does.
His fingers soften, releasing me to travel lower, his touch barely there as he traces over my collarbone, down to the curve of one breast. I arch into his touch, head pressing back, anticipation coiling through my middle as he circles and circles, getting closer to the peak and?—
‘These breasts…’
He tweaks the very tip and I cry out, pleasure-pain shooting up every vein.
‘So responsive, Baby Girl.’
I bite down on my lip, nostrils flaring, eyes hooked on his as he strokes lower –more, more, more.It’s like a mantra in my head as I wriggle against the sheets, stomach fluttering as he circles around my belly button.
‘So impatient too,’ he teases. ‘What is it, darling girl, do you need this?’
He slips between my legs and I almost leave the mattress, the lightest stroke somehow the headiest hit.
‘Please Ax,please…’
His eyes blaze down into mine. ‘This pussy is mine for as long as it takes, Baby Girl.’ He skims the edges of my throbbing clit, sending it into a pleading frenzy. ‘No one else gets a look in. You hear me?’
