19. Axel
19
AXEL
I pace my cell, checking the crude digital display on my watch for the hundredth time. Eleven forty-seven a.m. Time crawls when you’re waiting for something good.
The battery bank sits under my mattress, wrapped in an old t-shirt. Thompson came through with that one because he’s greedy enough to be reliable. The other guards don’t suspect a thing.
My fellow inmates shuffle past for lunch, but food’s the last thing on my mind. I can’t stop thinking about those messages from yesterday, seeing how Willow unraveled one text at a time.
I lean back on my bunk, hands behind my head. “Two more hours.”
Through my cell window, I watch clouds drift across the steel-gray sky. Most days here blend together in an endless loop of monotony, but not today. Today has a purpose.
Martinez walks past on his rounds, shooting me a knowing smirk. He’s in on it, too. It’s amazing what a few hundred dollars can accomplish in this place. The whole system runs on greed and favors.
Twelve fifteen p.m. now. I get up, splash water on my face, and smooth back my hair. Image matters, even in here. Especially for my doctor.
The battery bank was expensive but worth every penny to maintain our connection. To keep her thoughts tangled up in me when she goes home at night. Each message pulls her deeper into my world.
I sit on my bunk again, letting my mind wander to our upcoming session. Two hours of fucking my beautiful therapist.
Five minutes past one. The waiting is almost over.
The compulsion is merciless today, demanding violence and devastation. Usually, I can resist its pull and keep it at bay, but not today. Today, it tightens around my throat like a noose, desperate for release.
I crack my neck as Martinez leads me down the corridor. “Remember our deal,” I state. My skin feels too tight, electricity crackling beneath the surface.
“Yeah, yeah.” Martinez fumbles with the cuffs, deliberately loose. “Just don’t do anything stupid that’ll get me fired.”
I flex my wrists, testing the restraints. Perfect. They’ll slip right off when I need them to. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
The pallid institutional lighting flickers overhead as we approach her office. My heart thrashes like a caged animal, not from nervousness but raw anticipation. The whispers become more seductive now, painting vivid pictures of what I could do to her.
“Here we are.” Martinez knocks on her door. “Dr. Matthews? Got Morrison for you.”
I catch my reflection in the window—eyes wild, jaw clenched. Good. Let her see the monster today. No more playing nice.
The lock clicks. Martinez pushes the door open, revealing Willow at her desk. She looks up, and I watch the color drain from her face as she takes in my expression.
“Thank you, Officer Martinez.” Her voice wavers the moment she sees the look in my eyes.
Martinez leaves us alone, closing the door behind him. The sound of it latching echoes in my skull like a starting gun.
I roll my shoulders, feeling the cuffs shift. “Hello, doctor.” My voice comes out rough and hungry. “Shall we begin?”
She waits, observing me.
“Worried about these, doctor?” I rattle the chains, watching her flinch. My skin is on fire, burning with need after two days without her. The savagery inside me is screaming for blood, for her flesh, for everything she can give me.
“Are you properly restrained today?” she asks.
A laugh rips from my throat. “You should be more worried about what’s in my head today, doctor.” I lean forward, chains clinking. “Two days without you. Do you know what that does to a man like me?”
She’s wearing her cream blouse again, the one that shows just enough cleavage to drive me insane. My fingers twitch with the urge to rip it off her.
“You seem different today, Axel.” She shifts in her chair, crossing her legs. “More agitated.”
“Agitated?” Another harsh laugh. “That’s one word for it. I’ve spent every minute thinking about fucking you. The voices won’t shut up about it.” I roll my neck again. “They’re so loud today, doctor. Want me to tell you what they’re saying?”
She presses back against her chair. “Perhaps we should focus on?—”
“They’re saying I should take what’s mine.” My voice drops lower. “Show you what happens when you make me wait.”
The fear in her eyes mingles with a strong yearning that I love so much. She wants it just as bad as I do. My beautiful, twisted little doctor.
“Are you going to give me what I need?” I growl, letting the madness show fully on my face. “Or do I need to take it?”
“Take a seat, Axel.” Her voice carries an edge I’ve never heard before. Not fear—something else. “We’ll see where this session takes us.”
I cock my head, studying her face. There’s steel beneath that sweet exterior today. Interesting.
My demons fall silent momentarily, and I am curious about this shift. I cross to the chair, chains rattling, and lower myself into it. Let’s see what game she wants to play.
“You’re carrying so much tension.” Her heels click against the floor as she moves behind me. Her hands land on my shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles. “Right here, especially.”
Her touch sends electricity down my spine. This is new.
“What are you playing at?” I ask, but don’t move to stop her. Her fingers work deeper, finding pressure points that make me grunt.
“You’re wound so tight today.” Her lips tickle my ear as she leans closer. “Let me help you relax.”
My hands flex against the armrests. The loose cuffs shift, reminding me how easily I can break free. But curiosity keeps me seated. I want to see where Willow is going with this.
Her thumbs press into a particularly tight spot at the base of my neck. Despite myself, a groan escapes my lips. She knows exactly what she’s doing with those hands.
“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Just breathe.”
She leans closer, and her hair brushes my cheek as her lips graze my ear. “Do you like that, Axel?”
Goddamn, she has no idea what she’s doing to me. Or maybe she does. Her fingers keep digging into my muscles, working the tension out of my body. My head falls forward, giving her better access to my neck.
“You’re so tense here.” Her fingers work a particularly hard spot, sending shivers down my spine. “Let it all go, Axel.”
I feel her teeth graze my skin, gently at first, then with more pressure. Her hands move in sync with her mouth, finding all the right spots. Again, the constant chorus in my head is gone, overcome by her touch.
She moves to stand in front of me and her fingers slide down my chest, pausing to toy with the top button of my prison shirt. “May I?” she asks, her voice honey-smooth.
I nod, unable to form words.
She undoes the buttons slowly, eyes never leaving mine. Her touch is feather-light as she teases open my shirt, revealing my inked chest.
She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue. Then, with a hunger that matches my own, she reaches for my pants.
I can feel her desperation as she tugs at the waist of my pants. I lift my hips to help her, eager to be free.
She pulls my pants and boxers down together, and her eyes widen at the sight of my erection.
“God, Axel.” Her fingers wrap around my length, stroking slowly. “Tell me what you want.”
My voice is raw with need. “Suck my cock, doctor. Show me how much you’ve been thinking about this.”
Her eyes flash with a mix of desire and determination. Then, bending forward, she takes the head of my cock into her mouth.
I can’t hold back a groan as she starts to move, her tongue swirling, her lips gliding up and down my shaft. She sucks me with a skill that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I feel her fingers slip between my legs, teasing my balls while her mouth moves faster. Her hair falls around my thighs, tickling my skin.
“Fuck,” I grit out. I could take control and flip this situation on its head instantly. But there’s something so damn hot about seeing her give in to her dark side and knowing that it’s me bringing this out in her.
Her hands and mouth move in perfect harmony, driving me wild. My hips thrust gently, seeking more. My cock disappears into her mouth, and I feel the light scrape of her teeth. It’s too much, too good.
“Not going to last long.” My voice is ragged, warning her. “Been thinking about this moment too damn much.”
Willow suddenly stops, and I growl in frustration. I’m so close, and she knows it. Her power over me is maddening.
“No, Axel.” Her eyes flash with determination. “Not yet. I want to feel you inside me. All the way inside.”
She moves, standing and turning around, her back to me. Her hands reach under her skirt, and with a swift motion, she slides her panties off. I watch, transfixed, as she then sits back down, this time on my lap, guiding my cock inside her.
Holy fuck. It’s almost too much sensation at once as she sinks down on me. Her pussy engulfs me, tight and wet and perfect.
“Oh, fuck,” I grit out. “You feel so good.”
She leans back against my chest, her head falling onto my shoulder as she starts to move. Her hips grind slowly at first, then with more urgency. Her hair brushes my face, filling my senses with her orange blossom scent.
I sit up straighter, slip the cuffs off my wrists, and wrap my arms around her waist to pull her closer. I want all of her. Every inch. My hands clutch at her hips as I lift her slightly, then let her slide back down on me. Over and over.
“Oh, God, Axel. Feels so good.”
“That’s it, little pixie.” I nuzzle her neck. “Ride me. Take what you need.”
She’s frantic now, chasing her release. Her hands grasp the chair’s armrests as she bounces harder on my lap, her head falling back in abandon.
My vision blurs as pleasure spikes, sharp and white-hot. “You’re so tight, so fucking tight,” I mutter.
Her nails dig into the chair. “Close, Axel. So close.”
I can feel the tension coiling tighter in my body, threatening to snap. “Come with me.” My voice is raw, desperate. “Let go.”
With a keening cry, her body goes rigid, and she pulses around me. Her release pushes me over the edge, and I thrust up into her, filling her as I climax.
I notice the silence in my head first. The constant screaming that tormented me all morning is gone—there is just peace. My muscles relax as Willow’s warmth surrounds me, her back pressed against my chest.
This is new and dangerous. I let her take control, something I never do. The realization sends a chill down my spine. No one controls me, ever.
Yet here I am, arms wrapped around her waist, savoring the quiet in my mind. They were always quiet during our encounters, but today, they were especially vicious. Until she touched me. Until she...
A growl builds in my throat. Whispers echo in my mind that I’m weak. That I let Willow manipulate me.
Use me.
Willow lifts off my dick and turns to straddle me the other way, her eyes full of yearning. There’s no pretense now, no hiding her true self. Her lips find mine, hungry and demanding.
I kiss her back hard enough to bruise. My hands tangle in her hair, pulling just shy of painful. She moans into my mouth, pressing closer.
The urges return, a low murmur at first. They remind me who I am and what I’m capable of. How easily I could hurt her.
I push them far away. Not today. Today, I want this—want her—exactly as she is. My beautiful, twisted little pixie who chose to dance with the devil.
Her fingers trace the tattoos on my chest, following the patterns that tell my violent history. She knows what I’ve done. And still, she kisses me like she’s drowning, and I’m her source of air.
This may be better than control. Watching Willow choose the monster makes her submission even sweeter.