Chapter 5
AXEL
Holy fuck.
This was supposed to make her run. All of it.
From the moment I turned the tables on her and used her words against her…
Let’s make it real.
And there’s nothing more real than this.
She was supposed to see me as the twisted mess I am and realise how wrong she was to choose me. Not gift me my darkest fantasies on a platter.
But it’s too late now.
Hell’s gonna freeze over before I stop this.
The bedside lamp glows across her skin, the flimsy straps of her dress caught at her elbows, the fabric clinging to her breasts, hard nipples straining through. She’s this close to bare, and all I can think is if I touch her now, I’ll break.
Every ounce of control I’ve clung to, shattered.
That’s why I ain’t moving.
Why I’m letting her put on this show like the depraved son of a bitch I am.
Her eyes catch mine, gold and bold. She’s daring me, pushing at the edge I’ve been living on since forever. I force myself to lean back, to look like I’m in control. Show her this is how I play: content to watch, to wait…
She doesn’t need to know I’m a beat away from coming at her fast.
Or worse, coming in my jeans like some damn kid.
She shimmies. The silk drops. The whisper of it hitting the floor as holy as the hiss I fight to swallow.
Perfect. That’s what she is.
Tall, lithe, standing in nothing but a scrap of black lace.
Small, pert breasts shifting with every shallow breath she takes.
Deep rose nipples, peaked high. Toned stomach quivering beneath her fingers.
Lush hips leading to the sinful crease between her thighs…
and legs, long and endless and set to ruin me.
My mouth waters, and I press my tongue to its roof. Grit my teeth. Stroke my stubble to keep my fingers busy and my body on this side of the room.
Then she moves, and I quit everything. Fingers. Breath. My goddamn pulse.
One hand sweeps behind her neck, arching her body into a stretch that accentuates every flawless line. The other teases over her breasts, her throat, her mouth.
Two fingers drag across her lips and slip inside.
My teeth grind as her tongue curls around them, making a slow show of wetting them before she drags the slick trail down… and pushes beneath the lace.
Fuck. Me.
She doesn’t rush. Doesn’t hide. Her eyes never leave mine as her fingers sink in, hips rolling to meet them. Her breath breaks on a gasp, and my chest heaves with hers, cock straining, pulse pounding.
She goes deeper. Harder. Her head tips back, lips parting, eyes closing. She squeezes her breast, plucks the tight peak, moans out loud—
‘Jesus, Tay.’ I palm my cock through the denim, clench it tight to buy myself time. ‘Look at me, Baby Girl.’
She swallows, meeting my gaze like the good girl she’s playing.
My girl.
‘Tell me what you’re feeling…’
‘I’m aching,’ she says, all husky. ‘I’m aching for you, Ax.’
I can hear it. Hear how wet she is. Feel her tension building as she grinds against her hand.
‘It’s like… It’s like I’ve been waiting for this since the day we met.’
Her words hit me dead in the chest, detonating places I swore I’d locked down. Memories too. The way she looked at me all those years ago. Like I was her white fucking knight. Me. Saving her. When she was the one saving me. Stealing my damn heart too.
And she can’t mean it the way I do. She doesn’t mean it. It’s an act. A role. But fuck, it guts me… in the greatest and worst way imaginable.
‘Do it for me, Tay.’ Part plea. Part command. ‘Come for me.’
She falters, breath snagging, fingers slowing. ‘But… a baby?’
The reminder hits like a cold tide: the end game. The whole reason she’s here. The reason she’s letting me see her like this at all. She wants a baby. My baby. My release.
‘You’ll get that,’ I bite out, running my hand over my cock, letting her watch, taking pleasure in the way her cheeks flush deeper and her eyes track the movement, her fingers matching my tempo unaware. ‘But first… give me what I asked for.’
She drags her eyes back to mine and steps back. Reclines across the bed, one hand gripping the sheets, the other between her legs. She spreads wide – and heaven glistens back at me.
‘I want you, Ax.’
Fuck.
Those words. That view.
Soaked black lace. Fingers buried deep. Breasts shuddering with her breaths. My body screams at me to move. But the more it pleads, the harder I fight.
‘Then come for me.’
Her mouth falls open, colour flooding her skin, thighs trembling as her fingers turn frantic, and I nearly choke on my tongue.
She moans my name, crying out as her body bows, thighs clamping around her hand. And I’ve never seen anything more perfect. More mine.
I’m on my feet before the last tremor leaves her, crossing the room in three strides and dragging her body flush to my chest. Her eyes glaze up at me. Skin like fire. Mouth too close.
I can smell the oranges from her drink. I can smell her sex from her pleasure. And I crave it all.
‘Axel,’ she pleads, voice raw.
‘Yes?’
‘Take me.’
Yes.
I hook my fingers through the lace at her hips, twist and tug. It rips free as she gasps, and I bring it to my nose. Fuck, that scent.
‘These are mine now,’ I tell her, sliding them into my pocket.
‘So am I,’ she breathes, and it rocks me to my core. Even if she’s only giving me the role I demanded of her… even if this is just a deal. Almost a game, if not for the severity of the outcome. But that’s on her. That’s her takeaway, not mine.
Like it’ll be that simple when she grows round with your kid. When you see them together and pretend it doesn’t hit you right where she always has.
Her fingers close around my belt and I recoil, her touch burning: too much, too soon.
I press her back into the sheets, pin her hands above her head. ‘Stay.’
‘Stay?’ she echoes.
‘That’s what I said, Baby Girl.’
Her breath stutters. ‘Why do you keep calling me that?’
Because that’s my kink. That’s what I want her to be. My Baby Girl. Mine to protect, tease, spoil, claim…
‘You got a problem with it?’
She bites her lip, lashes dipping, eyes screaming, Yes, mouth whispering, ‘No.’
She’s lying. And if I was her best friend right now, I’d call her on it. I’d dig. Fix it. But that’s not who I get to be tonight. This is about sex and a means to an end. Her words, not mine.
And I get to take what I’ve always wanted without giving myself away.
‘Keep your hands where I put them,’ I tell her. ‘Understood?’
She nods, and I feel my mouth curve.
Control is her prized possession.
Too bad it’s mine too, and I’m the one holding the dose that matters most.
I wrap her fingers around the bedpost and step back. She stays exactly where I left her: my obedient little submissive. Body stretched out, breasts lifting with every breath, stomach curving in… and her pussy—
Fuck me, she’s bare, no hair. Just need, slick and plentiful and all for me. The scent of her hits me anew and I wet my bottom lip.
‘Spread those legs,’ I murmur, unbuckling my belt. ‘Show me how bad you want it.’
She inches them apart…
‘Wider.’
She bends her knees, drops them open. Fuck, yes.
I thread my belt free, toss it aside, pop the fly. My cock strains against my briefs, leaking, throbbing. I fist it as I strip down, one hard pull to bleed off the edge. Her eyes lock on the movement, her thighs twitching wider without me asking, a breathy whimper slipping out.
I do it again, and she shamelessly drinks it in, watching as I spread pre-cum from the tip to the base. Over and over.
‘You want this?’
I let her see every inch of what she’s begging for, veins standing hard, fist tight.
She reaches for me and I still, eyes warning.
‘Hands back, Baby Girl.’
She obeys instantly, no questioning the name, no questioning my command.
I grab my discarded belt and stand over her.
‘I want words,’ I rasp. ‘You want this, you say it.’
Her breath shivers. Cheeks flushed. Eyes bright. ‘I want you.’
‘Better,’ I murmur. ‘Much better. Hold still.’
Her brows knit, confusion flickering across her face as I feed the belt through the slat in the headboard.
‘What are you—?’
‘You trust me?’ I cut in, pausing to look down at her.
She nods even as her eyes show her hesitation, her uncertainty…
‘Words, Tay. I want words.’
‘Always,’ she whispers. ‘I’ll always trust you.’
And I believe her. Whether I deserve it or not. She means it. And it guts me. Because trust means giving her a baby and letting her go. Easy. Clean. If I weren’t already so fucked up over her.
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…’