Chapter Seven
Axel
I pressed the vibrating head against Paisley’s clit as she sobbed.
“No more, please.”
“It”s too early for your cries, Paisley. I”m just getting started.”
And I was. She’d orgasmed twice since she had taken her pleasure into her own hands but we weren’t done, not by a long shot.
“I can”t!” she cried.
“I can’t isn”t red, baby,” I reminded her, thrusting three fingers into her tight heat.
“No!” She thrashed as I rubbed her G-Spot.
I didn’t answer until I watched the third orgasm tear through her. “This is what naughty, impatient Little ones get.”
I flipped her onto her belly, mindful of her ankle, and looked over the arsenal of vibrators she’d collected. It was impressive and I wanted her to remember this every time she picked one up.
Choosing the small anal beads, I drizzled lube onto her anus and then onto the beads.
I slid the first one into her with ease. She grunted as the second one filled her. By the third, she was panting and by the fourth, I thought she might actually come from ass-play alone. Grinning, I picked up a vibrating wand and slid the head between her pussy and the mattress.
“No!” Paisley cried when I powered it on.
“Yes,” was all I answered.
“Augh!!” She yelped as I kicked up the frequency.
“I want four more.”
“ What? Axel… I… no… I can’t give you four more!” She screamed into the mattress.
“Oh, you can and you will. I was on the phone with Leland for seven minutes. I want one orgasm for every minute you couldn’t wait.”
She tried to lift her body off the wand, probably to relieve some of the pressure, but I pressed my hand on her back and laid her back down.
“Ohmygosh,” she whimpered. Her toes curled and her body shook. She orgasmed so beautifully.
“ Fucking beautiful,” I praised. “Three more.”
“No, please!”
“What do you say if you want it to stop?” I was reminding her often. I didn’t want her to feel like she didn’t have any power at all.
“Red.”
“Do you want to say red? I won”t be upset if you do,” I assured her, rubbing gentle circles on her back.
“No,” she groaned as she buried her head back into the mattress.
I removed the wand, flipped her back onto her belly and selected a thick dildo from the bed. It had a vibrating base and raised ribs spread over its surface.
“I want you to take this and fuck yourself with it,” I ordered. Realizing how rough my tone had been, I corrected myself, “I want to see that sweet little pussy swallow this whole. I want you to work two orgasms out of that pretty little cunt for me, baby.”
I didn’t want her to think my tone was because I was upset at her. It was because of how horny I was.
She took the dildo from me. I grabbed the lube and squeezed a line onto it even though it wasn’t needed. Paisley was still dripping.
After lowering it between her legs and working the large head inside her, she shivered.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Mhhhh,” Paisley moaned.
I tugged the string on the anal beads.
“Umph,” she cried.
Her cries of arousal, so raw and unfiltered, were making my dick even harder.
She worked the plastic shaft halfway into her sweet pussy. I pulled the first bead out.
Her toes curled again.
I knew she said she couldn’t come without stimulation to her clit, but I had a wicked plan for that rose sitting beside me.
When she had worked the shaft all the way inside her, I sat back on my ass and stroked my cock. “Let me see it,” I commanded.
She pulled it out and slammed it back inside her with enough force to shock me. It was easy to see that she probably enjoyed it rough. I tugged the string again and her back lifted from the bed as she worked the dildo in and out of her channel several more times. Her eyes locked with mine. Feeling like I was going to explode, I struggled with the urge to keep from jerking my cock like a teenager.
I grabbed the rose toy, and positioned it over her clit. She tried to clamp her legs together, but I fit my body between her thighs and held them open.
“Again, Paisley. I still need two.”
She whined, but did as I asked, sliding the plastic cock back inside her and working her little cunt. I grabbed the string and pulled the beads from inside her.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned. Nonsense words tumbled from her mouth just as her body tensed and I got to witness number six. Tears rolled down her face and her body trembled underneath mine.
I snatched a condom from my wallet and slid it on in record time. Keeping the rose on her ultra sensitive bundle of nerves, I slid inside her. “Fuckk,” I groaned. “You feel so good, baby. I want you to hold this one for me, no coming until I say.”
I rocked in and out of her, bottoming out so deep that I wondered how sore she would be later tonight.
Her eyes rolled to the top of her head and garbled cries tore from her mouth. “Please, please,” she babbled, her good leg wrapping around my ass.
“What do you need, baby? Does your hungry little cunt need to come again?”
Like she had a choice. We both knew she didn’t.
“Yes, yes, please.”
“Can you hang in there for me? Can you give me five more strokes?” Sweat rolled down my face and dropped onto her tits.
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed. I could feel her muscles tightening as she tried to hold back the last orgasm.
Thrusting in and out, in and out, I moaned as her fingernails dug into my forearms. “Go, baby,” I grunted on the last thrust. My orgasm washed through me, blacking out my vision. I listened to her sounds of pleasure as she came down from her peak.
“Such a good girl, baby. Such a good girl.”
***
Paisley
“Drink a tiny bit more water, baby,” Axel encouraged as he held the bottle to my mouth. “You’re being so good for me, Paisley.”
His free hand stroked my thigh as we laid in my bathtub. With his dick pressed into my back, and his legs on either side of me, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. My casted foot sat on the lip of the tub with plastic wrap twisted around it.
“How are you feeling?” he whispered.
“Good,” I croaked. My throat was raw from all the screaming I’d done. A sense of awe washed over me as I processed our earlier encounter. It had been beautiful and intense. His controlling tone had been so hot.
The bottle was pressed back to my mouth and I took another sip.
“Yeah, it wasn’t too much for you?”
His concern made me smile. “No, it was amazing.”
“I thought so too. Your little cunt was so pretty when it opened up for your toys and then for me.”
“Axel,” I whined, my cheeks heating under his filthy praise.
“Paisley,” he whined back, chuckling when I sighed in defeat.
“I need to feed you some real food,” he said, feeding me another chocolate square.
“Chocolate is technically a salad. It comes from a plant.” I could practically feel him roll his eyes at my statement.
***
“Do you want some pizza with your ranch?” Axel teased me as I poured the salad dressing on my plate. I was sitting on the floor in my living room, eating pizza over the coffee table. I was surprised to find out I enjoyed having Axel in my space.
“Everything tastes better with ranch.” I shrugged.
“I’m not sure you can taste anything except the ranch with that mess.”
I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed. “You are a brat.”
“Emily thinks Doms are the biggest brats. They’re the ones who get all bent out of shape if they don’t get their way.”
My heart fell as soon as I mentioned Emily. I had temporarily forgotten about the trouble with her.
Axel stroked my face—something he did often—and I looked up at him. “I promise it’s going to be okay, baby.”
I wasn’t sure that it would be, but I nodded anyway before going back to playing with my Barbies.
Someone knocked on the door and I tried to scramble to my feet. I hated crutches. They were a pain in my ass and my arm pits.
“I got it, baby,” Axel said as he stood and walked toward the door. When he opened it, I tried to see who was there, but his body blocked my view. However, the soft whispers of voices I recognized made me smile. It was Reagan and Dallas!
“She’s playing,” Axel informed them. “You guys can come on in. I’m sure she”ll be glad for the company.”
Excited Littles bounced into my living room, followed by their Daddies.
“Hi,” Dallas said as she rushed to where I was sitting on the floor. “We heard you got an ouchie. We’re so sorry. We brought you presents to help you feel better!”
“Three presents,” Reagan agreed as she sat criss-cross applesauce on the floor in front of me.
“Thank you,” I whispered, thickly. That was so nice of them.
They handed me the gift bags as their Daddies sat on my couch. The three large, imposing men made it look so small.
“I have some beers in the fridge, I’ll get them for your Daddies,” I whispered to my friends. “Can you tell them?” I tried to pull myself up, reaching for my crutches, but Axel noticed..
“What do you need, baby?”
“Beers in the fridge for our Daddies. We can get them, though!” Dallas filled in for me. I was very shy around others. It was harder to talk to Axel with them here too. I was surprised because I hadn’t been shy around him since we’d left the hospital.
“I’ve got it, baby. You just have some fun with your friends.”
His message was clear. I was accepted within the group.
Trying hard to allow myself to believe it, I set a pink gift bag in between my legs and pulled the tissue paper out. “Oh, thank you,” I said, pulling out a clay bead kit. “They are so pretty!”
“We wanted to get you glitter slime, but the Daddies said this would last longer and be more fun for you.”
I didn’t know if it would be more fun, but Axel probably appreciated the choice..
The other present contained a coloring book, glitter crayons, and a super soft blanket.
“Thank you, this was really nice of you,” I whispered, holding the fuzzy blanket up to my face.
“We hate that you got an ouchie,” Reagan said.
“And that Emily was being a thunder-twat,” Dallas added.
“Bitty,” her Daddy, Pike, warned.
“Daddy, she was being a total thunder-twat,” she argued.
“I mean, she’s not wrong,” Reagan agreed.
“Ray Ray,” both her Daddies warned.
“We love her, but she made a big mistake,” Reagan countered..
“That she knows about and is ready to apologize for,” Maddox, one of Reagan’s Daddies, corrected.
“I think that when we love someone, we want to protect them with everything we have. Emily was trying to protect Paisley. I think her heart was in the right place, her mouth just wasn’t,” Axel said as he walked into the room, carrying four beers and three juice boxes.
I didn’t say anything, but I thought their words over. They brought me peace. They were upset for me, but they still loved Emily. That was a new concept for me. Loving someone despite their mistakes.