I look down at it, the thickness of the rubber wrapped around it. “It won’t go in, anyway.”
He frowns and looks down at the axe pressing into my body. “This won’t fit?” His condescending laugh rumbles through me. “Oh, baby, if you think that won’t fit, then there’s no hope of me fitting.”
It’s an effort not to gape at him. If that handle is thinner than him…how thick is he? I shove away the question and snort. “You’re not going inside me. So we’ll never know.”
He leans in, using his nose to nudge my face to the side. I shiver, fighting every instinct to attack him, to scream, to get him away from me. Bob staring at us is motivation enough. I dread to think what he’d do if he saw me hit his owner.
Fiz’s long, rough tongue trails a wet line from the arc of my shoulder to my earlobe, sending a shiver down my back. “It’s fine,” he whispers, his hot breath rising goosebumps on my skin, “it’s lucky I’m really,reallygood at fitting things into tight spaces.”
The words and unbidden images make me quiver. I shrink away from him, feeling weak and pathetic. Maybe this is why he brought his damn dog, he knew it’d be enough to keep me leashed while he did what he wanted.
My grip on his forearm tightens. I feel the strength beneath my fingers, the cords of muscle rippling as he begins twisting the handle of the axe into my pussy. “Please, stop.”
Fiz bites the line of my tight jaw. “Keep begging and I’ll think about it.” He pushes the axe harder into me and the friction is pooling heat in my belly. I’ll be fucking damned if I let this creep arouse me.
I can swallow my pride for this one. “Please, Fiz, stop,” I whisper, quiet and desperate. “I don’t want it. Please, I’ll be good, just stop.”
The way he’s rubbing it on me is causing an unsolicited slickness in my underwear, which are actually Caden’s boxers. It’s not my fault, the pressure is just right, he’s not trying to hurt me. My body’s reacting to a sensation it’s not fucking used to.
“More,” he breathes and he starts kissing my neck.
His tongue licks and sucks at the skin, over a patch where fingers had imprinted and bruised not long ago. The contrast in sensations is not lost on me. I squeeze my thighs together a bit tighter.
I look between us and see the print of his dick pressed against his black cargo trousers. He’s hard, and he’s not wrong. If the outline of that thing isn’t some illusion, he’s very… well endowed.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Please, I’m begging you, Fiz, please stop.”
He groans onto my neck, the hum buzzing through me, and my spine stiffens. “Fuck, that sounds so pretty, baby.”
“Fiz.” I twist the skin on his forearm around, the same motion he’s doing to the axe on me. “Please, not here. Anyone can see. Bob looks like he’s about to eat me.”
The distraction works. Fiz breaks away from my neck and looks to his dog, who doesn’t look like he’s about to eat me, but is watching us intensely enough to make Fiz laugh. He pulls away, the axe going with him, leaving my body heavy and warm, but I can finally take in a proper breath.
“We’re going to have so much fun, princess.” Fiz turns around, chucks the axe into the trolley and walks off.
I could go. Right now, while his back’s to me, I could fucking bolt for it. But when I push off the stack of flooring, my legs take me towards him. Ten days. One fair shot. I can do it.
Once the trolley’s half full of the most absurd tools that I don’t dare question the use for, Fiz leads us to the tills.
The young girl looks up, and her whole face brightens at the sight of Fiz.
“Hey, Franklin!” she beams.
Franklin? No wonder he calls himself Fiz.
“Hey, sweetie,” Fiz says in a flirty lilt, which does not coil my stomach at all.
He loads his stuff on the conveyer, making small talk with this young, pretty, completely unblemished girl.
I stand awkwardly to the side and for once am happy for the distraction of Bob sniffing at my legs.
The girl rings the total up. “Is that all for you today, Mr Blackwood?”
“Mr Blackwood?” I say and huff a mocking laugh.
Fiz stiffens beside me, while the girl stares at me in horror.
“Yes,” Fiz says to the girl, all of a sudden cold and blunt.
