Chapter Six
Axel
Paisley’s apartment was cute as a button, much like her. It looked exactly like a home owned by a Little one should. Unicorn pillows lined a plush overstuffed couch. A Barbie dreamhouse sat tucked in one corner of the living room and fuzzy rugs made hardwood floors seem cozy. The only thing out of place was that damn cat. That thing belonged in the deepest, darkest corner of the Attica Prison.
Since we’d been here, she’d untied my boot, knocked a sippy cup of orange juice off the coffee table, and unrolled a roll of toilet paper.
“Angel, stop being so naughty. We have a guest,” Paisley scolded in what I was sure was her bossiest voice. She was so fucking cute. The cat just pawed at her pants.
“You need to call your boss, baby,” I reminded her.
“Oh yeah,” she answered as she put a diaper on a cow stuffie.
“Okay, Moo, no more poopin’ in the Barbie hot tub. Is too hard to clean,” she said, waving her finger at the cow.
“Oh, how cute. His name is Moo?” I questioned. I mean it wasn’t original, but at least I would be able to remember it.
“Yeah, Moo Hefner.”
I roared with laughter. The cat hissed, and ran from the room, making the joke that much better. That sounded more like the sassy brat I liked so much. “Wow, a playboy cow, huh?”
“Yas. He’s such a naughty cow. It’s utterly disappointing.”
Her pun game was strong, and I couldn’t help but join in.“Well, you’re just milking this until the cows come home, aren’t you?”
She fell over giggling and I couldn”t resist walking over and scooping her off the floor. “You, Little one, are a silly goose.”
She wrapped her good arm around my neck and rested her forehead against mine. Her breath fanned across my face and her eyes flicked to my lips. Her dimpled cheeks flushed and I couldn’t help the way my dick twitched in my pants.
“I would love to know what you just thought about that made you so blushy.”
“I was thinkin’ about… puppies.”
“Bullshit,” I whispered against her lush lips. Her fingers gripped my forearms and her eyes flickered to my lips.
“Please?” Her breathy plea went right to my cock.
I smiled against the corner of her mouth. “Do you need something?”
“Yes,” she whined.
“What do you need?”
“A kiss.”
“Tell me what you were thinking first.”
“Nuuu.”
“Yasss,” I mimicked.
“Fine.” She heaved an over dramatic sigh, and stared down at the floor. “I was wondering if you had sex with your play partners at the club?”
“I do,” I answered truthfully. Honesty was my biggest policy when negotiating a scene with someone.
She nodded.
“What made you ask, baby?”
“Well, we kinda scened earlier… in the parking lot.”
I would give her that. It hadn’t been what I would consider a scene, but I knew she only played in the playroom for the Littles at the club. To her, it probably had been a real scene.
“We did.”
“So, technically…” She trailed off.
“Yes?”
“Technically, we’re play partners.”
“Technically,” I agreed.
“So we could…”
It clicked with me what the Little imp was asking. She wanted to have sex.
“We could what?” I prodded, wanting her to ask for it directly. I took her chin in my hands and lifted until she was forced to look at me.
“We could have… make… fuck. We could fuck.”
“Yeah, we could do that,” I agreed, biting back a smile.
She stared at me a full minute before bouncing in my arms. “Axel,” she whined, dragging the last letter out.
“Paisley,” I teased.
Her precious face turned into a frown and her eyes widened. “D-did you not want to? Oh, I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“I”m going to stop you before you can get yourself in trouble. I would love to fuck that sweet pussy, I was just teasing you. Your bashfulness is very attractive and I can’t help but exploit it a bit. Now before I make those pretty blue eyes roll into the back of your head, we need to do a few things.”
“Like take our clothes off,” she said with a very sassy head nod.
“More like calling your boss, and maybe we’ll do some negotiating after.”
“No calling me names or slapping my face. You have to wear a condom. I can’t come without clitoral stimulation,” she answered as if she’d thought it all through. “You?”
I was a bit caught off guard. “Wearing a condom is a very good hard limit, Paisley.”
I loved that she was smart enough to know to use protection. I had to drill that into the people I mentored at the club. You couldn’t just take someone”s word that they were clean.
“I don”t really have a lot of experience with sceneing,” Paisley admitted, “but those things feel like the most important.”
“Those are very important hard limits.”
“Thanks, now take your pants off.”
***
Paisley
Axel set me down on my feet and shook his head at my antics. “First, let’s call your boss and then we will talk about taking my pants off.”
I sighed but picked my phone up from the coffee table and dialed Leland’s number. He answered on the second ring.
“Hey Little one, I heard you have a major owie.”
“How did you find out so fast?”
“A little birdie told me.”
“What was the little birdie”s name?”
“Rouge,” he answered with a laugh.
“Emily fell on me,” I grumbled.
“I heard. You know you have time off if you need to take it. Maybe use it while you’re shacked up with that hot security guard.”
“How did you hear about that?” I asked, exasperated. Axel raised his eyebrows and I shook my head, letting him know everything was okay.
“The same birdie.”
“It must be a parrot because she’s fucking squawking.”
“Language, Little spitfire,” Leland scolded.
I sighed.
“Do you wanna take the weekend off?”
“No, I was just calling to tell you what happened.”
“Well, thank you for letting me know. I was going to call you tomorrow if I hadn”t heard anything from you.”
“I’m really fine. I got a hard cast today and I”ve only had pain medicine twice since last night.”
“Okay, Paisley. You know if that changes, you can call me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Let me talk to Mr. Security Guard.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“Language.” He barked the warning this time. He knew I hated when he used his dom tone.
“Yes sir,” I whispered.
Axel had made his way over to me and was watching our conversation with concern etched on his face.
“Let me talk to him, Paisley. Now,” Leland demanded.
I held out the phone to Axel. “He wants to talk to you.”
He took the phone and walked away.
“It’s my phone,” I grumbled to myself.
I allowed myself one more minute of pouting before I decided to go wait for him in the bedroom. I’d been promised sex… kinda… and it better be the most glorious sex I’d ever had.
Once in my room, I ditched my crutches and stripped off my clothes. Negotiations would probably move faster if I was naked.
I stretched out across my bed. My pussy ached from my arousal. Hoping Axel didn”t take too long on the phone, I tried to position myself in a sexy way. How did one go about looking like a sex goddess—especially with a cast on one’s foot? After several position changes, I gave up. Throwing my head back and groaning, impatience nipped at me. Finally, unable to wait any longer, I trailed my own fingers down my stomach and into my panties, I rubbed two fingers over my clit slowly. Just a touch was almost enough to launch me into an orgasm due to being on edge so long. Pinching my nipples with my free hand and pressing a harder on my clit, made starbursts appear behind my eyelids.
“Fuck this,” I grumbled as I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out my favorite vibrator. It was pink with a big head for clitoral stimulation and a thick dick for vaginal stimulation. After squirting some lube on the shaft, I spread my legs. The way the vibrator stretched my pussy felt so good. Positioning it just where I liked it and turning it on before turning it on instantly took my breath away. Who needed a man when you could make yourself feel this good? I ground my ass into the bed and arched my back. My foot throbbed, but not enough to care about.
I closed my eyes as the arousal in my core grew tighter. I was going to come. Oh, it felt so good.
A gasp slipped from my lips as the orgasm rocked my body. I cried out as pulse after pulse of pleasure hit me. Only once every ounce of feel-good was drained from my body did I see Axel leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a very amused expression on his face.
“Oh, naughty girl,” he teased, shaking his head as he entered the room.
“It’s not a rule,” I immediately blurted out, then felt stupid because of course it wasn’t. We didn’t have any rules.
He slowly walked to the bed, removing his clothes as he went. “No, but the fact that your mind immediately thought of that, lets me know you knew you were being naughty.”
“You were talking so long.”
“Yes, I was taking so long to talk to someone who genuinely cares about you. How terrible of me.”
“I’m glad you agree.”
“Now is not the time to sass me, babygirl.”
My core clenched as his tone. I loved being called babygirl. It just did something for my heart, maybe because it had only happened like three times in my lifetime. The way Axel growled it was quickly my favorite.
“You were very naughty,” he continued, as he reached the bed, and stood over me with a devilish grin. “And impatient. I could have brought you so much pleasure, much more than your plastic boyfriend.”
Guilt fluttered in my tummy. That had been very selfish of me, actually. “I”m sorry.”
He smiled. “I know you are, darlin’, and I know you weren’t meaning to be selfish, but I am still going to make you a very sorry Little girl.”
“Are you going to spank me again?” I hated how Little my voice sounded.
“No, baby.”
I sighed in relief.
“You’re going to wish that’s what I was going to do.”