8. Willow
8
WILLOW
I grip my pen, pretending to take notes while glancing at Axel. His presence fills the small space, making drawing air into my lungs difficult. The sterile glow of the lights casts eerie shadows across his sharp cheekbones and highlights the intricate tattoos that snake up his neck.
A dragon.
A skull.
Words I can’t quite make out.
“Tell me about your childhood relationships beyond your parents.” My voice wavers.
His green eyes find mine. “You’re blushing, Dr. Matthews.”
Blood rushes to my face. “Let’s stay focused on?—”
“You know what I think?” he asks. “I think you’re tired of asking these bullshit questions as much as I’m tired of answering them.”
The wild percussion of my heartbeat drowns out all else. I should call the guards. End the session. I’m frozen, caught in his gaze.
“These past fifty-five minutes, I’ve been a good boy. Telling you exactly what you want to hear.” His lips curl into a knowing smirk. “About my daddy issues. My impulse control. My rehabilitation.”
I swallow hard. “Mr. Morrison?—”
“We both know that’s not what you want to hear.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “You want to know what I think about when I look at you. The things I’d do to you if these chains were off.”
My thighs clench involuntarily every single time he does this. After four weeks of sessions, I can’t stop wanting him. This is wrong. So wrong. Even so, my skin feels like it’s been set alight.
“I see it in your eyes. The hunger for something depraved.” He tilts his head, studying me. “You’re not afraid of me. You’re afraid of how much you want me.”
A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it.
“You want to know my deepest fantasy, little doctor?” His voice is like gravel, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ll tell you, but you must promise to listen without judging. Without running out of here screaming.”
My mouth is dry, and I can only nod.
“I’d start by stripping you. Then I’d bind you with your arms above your head, legs spread wide.” He licks his lips, and my pussy clenches at the image. “Then, very slowly, I’d use my mouth on you. Everywhere. Teasing you until you’re begging me to let you come.”
I bite my lip hard. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation, my fascination with him evident by the dampness between my thighs.
“I’d take my time, enjoying your soft skin, your sweet cries. But then—” Axel’s eyes flash, “—then I’d get rough. I’d lift you, still bound and naked, and slam you against the wall, taking you right there. Hard and fast. I’d make you feel every inch of my cock so fucking deep you won’t know where I end and you begin.”
Blood roars in my ears, and my cheeks are flaming hot. I can’t look away from him.
“Do you want me to stop?” His brow furrows, his tone urgent. “Because I wouldn’t. I’d keep going until you scream my name until you’re so completely mine that you forget your own.”
A moan escapes my throat. I want to cover my ears, run from this room, and never look back, but I’m transfixed, throbbing with forbidden need.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” His voice is deep and gravelly, filling the small space between us. “You’re imagining it right now. Your little mind is picturing what it’d be like to be filled by me.”
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. I’m fixated and drowning in his gaze.
“I’d take you in every hole, Willow.” He says my name like it’s a curse or a prayer. “I’d fuck you so hard you’d feel me in your throat. I’d own you. Body and soul.”
My mind spins, and I know I should object, but my voice is nowhere to be found. I’m powerless against the force of his words and the filthy images they evoke.
“You want to know what I’d do to that sweet little pussy of yours after I’d fucked you to orgasm?” A dangerous smile plays on his lips. “I’d eat it like it’s my last meal. Tongue-fucking you until your juices drip down my chin. Sucking your clit until you scream my name again.”
I stifle a gasp, the heat between my thighs growing as I try to deny the pleasure building inside me. My body is alive with want, burning for the release only he seems to offer.
“Then, I’d slide my cock inside of it again. Slow at first, watching your face as I stretch you open for the second time.” He leans back, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’d play with your tits while I fuck you, squeezing them hard, biting your nipples until you cry out and beg me for more.”
A wave of arousal coats my panties at his vulgar words, making me desperate to touch myself but afraid to move.
“You’d be dripping wet, little doctor. Your pussy strangling my cock for all I’m worth.” His voice is a growl. “But I wouldn’t let you come. Not yet. I’d fuck you toward your orgasm and make you ride the edge, screaming my name.”
My chest heaves, my lungs starving for oxygen. “Oh, God.”
“You want me to keep going, don’t you?” His eyes burn with intensity. “You want to hear how I’d bend you over, spit on your asshole, and prepare you for my cock? How I’d tease your pussy, making you desperate for me to fill every hole?”
I can’t speak. I shake my head weakly, filled with denial and hunger for more.
“How I’d plow into your sweet little ass slowly at first, then harder and harder until I’m balls deep. Fucking that tight ass of yours until you’re sobbing and begging me to stop or to never stop.” He leers. “How I’d drown you in my cum, again and again.”
I’m burning, consumed by the fire of forbidden desire. Axel sits back with a satisfied smirk as if he can sense my surrender to the pull of a psychopath.
“That’s enough, Mr. Morrison.” I clear my throat, finally finding my voice. “This session is over.” I stand, turning to the recording device, realizing with relief and shame that everything has been captured. My posture is rigid as I press the button to signal the guards.
Axel chuckles, his eyes shining. He leans back in his chair, chains jangling with the movement, enjoying his effect on me.
“You’re trembling. I can see your nipples straining against that tight blouse.” He smirks. “Admit it. Your cunt is dripping for me already.”
My cheeks feel hot, and I bite my lip to hold back a flood of emotions. “The guards will be here any second, Mr. Morrison.” I sound breathless.
He chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. “You can’t deny it, Willow. You’re as twisted as I am. You wish these chains were off so I could bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless.”
I flinch as if he’d struck me. My eyes dart to the door, willing the guards to arrive and end this torture.
“Break those chains of denial. Tell me about the darkness you’ve kept locked away.”
The door opens, and two guards enter. Their eyes are alert and ready for a fight, sensing the charged atmosphere.
“It’s okay, officers.” I raise a hand to stop them from approaching. My voice is steady. “I’m merely ending the session early. You can escort Mr. Morrison back to his cell.”
Axel’s smirk widens as they unfasten him from the chair, and then he saunters toward the door in their grip, turning his head to glance at me over his shoulder.
“This isn’t over, doctor. We’ve only just begun.”
I watch as the guards lead him away, his eyes locked on mine until the door closes, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts and the heavy silence of the room.
The reality of what happened crashes down on me. I sink back into my chair, my heart hammering. I replay the recording, listen to Axel’s graphic words and responses, and try to make sense of my reactions.
Eleanor’s voice echoes in my mind, urging me to maintain professionalism. Even as I chastise myself for my lapse in judgment, a part of me relishes the dangerous thrill. It’s a dichotomy that both terrifies and excites me.