24. Axel
CHAPTER 24
AXEL
The second she takes off, a grin spreads across my face. I knew she was quick, but even that speed took me by surprise.
I head towards the trees, the leaves crunching underneath my feet with each step I take. When I approach the tree line, I take a moment to scan the area, trying to see which direction she could have gone.
The setting sun softly filters through the tree’s, causing shadows to form as a distraction.
I growl in frustration, a part of me hoping this would be an easy win.
A flick of movement catches my attention to the left but when I turn, I see a branch softly swaying in the breeze.
“ Fuck .”
She’s clever, I know she is. She won’t make this easy for me, especially when her career involves her hiding in plain sight.
“Come on, buttercup,” I call out, hoping the sound of my voice will lure her out. “You can’t hide forever.”
Moving deeper into the words, my eyes trace the scattered leaves and broken twigs on the ground, only to discover a footprint sitting nicely in-between the two.
She’s left me a trail, whether that is on purpose or not, we will soon find out.
The forest is silent, causing my footsteps to echo, making my presence known to whoever else may be lurking in the woods.
Keeping a close eye on the footsteps in front of me, a rustle to my left pulls my attention away.
“Gotcha now.”
My pulse spikes as I dart towards the sound, weaving between the branches to avoid getting caught. But when I get there, it’s empty.
Smart girl.
I lean against the tree closest to me, trying to catch my breath, listening for movements.
“You’re making this fun, " I murmer, quiet but loud enough for her to hear. “Shame you’re not going to win.”
The soft sounds of the birds singing around me bring a sense of calm before the storm. Soon, the forest will be filled with another person singing my name.
All that is left to do is to find her. I know she will be somewhere close, somewhere that allows her to have a view of me at all times.
Quickly pushing myself away from the trunk of the tree, I run and dive behind a boulder, ducking behind it to keep me hidden. It doesn’t take long to hear the sound of leaves crunching as someone runs through them. Slowly, I peer around the edge of the rock just as a blur of blonde hair dashes behind a tree not too far.
You’re mine now.
Wasting no time, I sprint across the dirt floor and jump round the other side of the tree except this time, she decided to leave me a present.
“What the…”
I crouch down, picking up the glowing orange mask before gently tossing it in the air.
“Where are you hiding?” I ask myself. She couldn’t have gotten far with how quickly I got here.
The mask lies there, the orange glow beaming at me as it’s taunting me for not being fast enough. Just as I reach to pick it back up, a smile spreads across my face as the sound of heavy breathing breaks through the shadows. It’s faint, but it’s there.
“Ohhh, buttercup,” I sing softly, my voice carrying just enough to make Eva wonder how close I really am. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
I step lightly, careful not to snap any twigs beneath my shoes. My heart pounds in sync with the breaths I’m chasing, each one a clue, pulling me closer. The air is thick with anticipation as I round the bend of a tree.
Green eyes stare at me, widening in fear from being found. Her gaze stays fixated on me as her arse hits the ground before slowly shuffling backwards to try and get away from me. Her chest matching the pace of my heart as it rises and falls.
I crouch lower, resting my arms against my knees as I look over her body, “You gave me a hell of a chase Eva, I’ll give you that.”
Her glare sharpens, clearly not pleased with what I had to say, “Not good enough though, was it?” She snaps.
Something lingers in the air between us, an aroma so thick that neither of us need to say it.
She likes this. The chase, the thrill of being caught. It’s written all over her flushed skin and parted lips.
I don’t break eye contact as I pull the rope from my pocket, the sound of it sliding against the fabric bringing the dream to reality.
“I’m ready to collect my prize.”
Her breath hitches, “What if I don’t want you to collect your prize?”
Releasing a laugh, I lean forward towards her, “Oh baby girl, I can smell your arousal from here.”
I watch as her face goes through different emotions, embarrassment, horror and shame as she tries to hide her face with her hands.
I grab her wrists, pulling them away.
“Don’t ever hide your beautiful face away from me Eva. You have no idea how hard it is right now to not tie you up against that tree.” I tell her, my voice stern.
A soft whimper escapes her, “Why haven’t you?” She questions, pointing to the rope beside us.
I feel my heart swell at the sight of her looking so vulnerable. The urge to wrap her up and protect her growing every second. ? “Because,” I say, my voice steady, “no matter how much I want you—no matter how much I crave this—I’ll never do anything without your permission, buttercup.”
Her eyes widen, a mixture of curiosity and tenderness flashing across her face.
“The moment you tell me no, or hesitate, or give me any reason to stop, I will. Always.” I release her wrists, my fingers trailing down to cup her face. My thumbs trace delicate lines along her cheeks, grounding her, grounding myself. “I told you before, I will never hurt you.”
Her gaze softens, piercing through every wall I’ve ever built. For a moment, she just looks at me, like she’s peeling back the layers of my soul. Then, with a small sniffle, so heartbreakingly sweet, she whispers,
“Unless I want you to.”
My head drops at her words. She trusts me. My darling buttercup trusts me.
The delicate touch of her fingers run along underneath my mask, touching the skin of my chin. She gently pushes my head back up as she stares deep into the eyes of the mask.
“I want to see you.” She whispers quietly.
“You can see me buttercup.” I reply, trying to act oblivious.
“You know what I mean, I want to see you.”
I move backwards, sitting on the ground opposite her. “Why?”
“I want to see the man who haunts my dreams every night, the man who makes my heart warm whenever he is near. I want to moan your name. Not the man who hides behind a mask.”
She slowly leans forward, our roles reversing as she crawls towards me with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
“Be a good boy and show me.”
My cock hardens as I watch her on her hands and knees before me, her words full of seduction as she eyes me up in front of her.
I’ve never had anyone tell me to be a good boy but fuck, I would be for her.
“What do I get for being a good boy?” I ask, my curiosity building as her confidence grows.
She looks towards the rope led on the ground between us before picking it up. She does a hand movement to where her hands are now wrapped between the material.
“You get your prize.”
I hold myself back, letting her take the lead even though every inch of me is screaming at me to take control, to flip her over and take her right here, right now.
I always swore I’d choose the moment this mask comes off, because once it does, there’s no undoing it. No hiding. But seeing her here, like this… Fuck.
I watch as she shifts, her movements slow but full of determination until she’s sitting in front of me, so close I can feel the warmth of her breath glide over my skin.
Her bound hands rise slowly towards the edge of the mask as they tremble.
They pause at the edge of my mask, her hesitation making my chest tighten as realisation hits that this is happening, she’s really doing it.
I can’t fight it any more, the need to hide. I don’t want to. She wants to see me, the man behind the mask, the man who comes to find her at night, and I’ll give all of me to her. I’ll risk it all.
My buttercup deserves nothing less.
Her gaze locks with mine, as if she’s searching for something through the eyes of the mask before it's gone.
Slowly, she pushes the mask upwards, revealing me inch by inch. I hold my breath, my heart hammering like it’s trying to break free.
I continue to stare directly at her, determined to not look away and hide as the mask falls away.
Her lips part and her eyes widen in something between awe and disbelief as she takes me in. As if she can't believe I’m here in front of her, but at this moment, I’m truly hers.
We sit in silence, the air between us heavy with unspoken words. Her gaze holds mine, and I can’t help but wonder what thoughts are swirling in that pretty head of hers. Is she disappointed? Does she regret knowing who I am?
Before I can think on it further, she leans forward, her soft lips brushing against mine. The world around us seems to fade as our mouths move together, her kiss a sweet, intoxicating blend of warmth and strawberry. A low groan escapes me, and she takes it as encouragement.
I’m caught off guard when she pushes me back, her hands firm on my shoulders as my back meets the ground with a soft thud. Our lips stay connected, and the urgency between us grows. My hands find her waist, instinctively slipping under her hoodie to feel the heat of her skin. The need to touch her, to be closer, is overwhelming, my body responds to every movement she makes as my cock throbs, begging to be released.
She shifts against me, her hips pressing down in a way that sends a sharp thrill through my body. My grip tightens, torn between wanting to let her take the lead and fighting the urge to take control myself.
Suddenly, she pulls back, her lips glistening, her breath ragged as she stares into my eyes. “Axel,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of breathlessness and determination, “use the rope.”
Her words send a jolt through me, and I don’t hesitate. In one quick motion, I sit up, pulling her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist as I stand, my hands steadying her, keeping her close. Within seconds, I’m kissing her again, driven by the addictive pull she has over me, like she’s a new drug made just for me.
She gasps against my lips, but I don’t stop, dancing my tongue with hers, tasting the desire and the desperation in her kiss.
Another moan releases from her as I push her back against the tree behind her. Releasing her lips from mine, I gently leave a trail of my lips down her neck, claiming every inch of her as mine as I untie her hands from the rope. Between me and the tree she stays supported as I move her hands towards the low branch above us. She doesn’t stop me as I tie her hands around it with the rope. Once done, I take a step back, admiring her from a few steps away.
My eyes roam over her, taking in every detail as she stands trapped to the tree. The curve of her lips as they part, casting a spell on me to come back for more. The flush of red that creeps down her neck, disappearing under the edge of the hoodie that is begging to come apart from the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She looks up at me, her gaze steady as something sparks inside her eyes. Trust, desire and vulnerability.
“You look like you have something in mind,” She says, her voice steady but teasing, as if daring me to come closer.
I take a step towards her, showing that I’m willing to play her little game. My fingertips tracing her arm towards her bound wrists. The rope feels sturdy under my touch. Pride flows through me at the control I’ve taken back but also the trust she has in me.
I lean slower, my mouth brushing her ear, “Maybe I do.” I whisper. Kissing her neck once again, I feel her tremble under my touch, her body giving me the reaction I’ve been craving for. “Maybe, just maybe I can’t resist looking at you like this, and wondering how far you’ll let me go buttercup.”
She takes a deep breath, trying to not show me any reactions but her body betrays her. I reach under her hoodie, moving my hand towards the line of her trousers as my hands sink underneath the material. “Tell me to stop.”
But she doesn’t. Instead, her body arches towards mine, the sound of the branch straining as her fingers curl around the rope pulling it tighter.
I let a low laugh escape me as she pushes against me.
“Axel, please.” She begs.
Now what kind of man would I be to ignore my girl's wishes?
It doesn’t take much for me to lose full control. I push myself away from her, dropping to my knees, pulling her trousers down with me. The breeze of the wind brushing past me as I watch bumps rise across Eva’s skin.
Picking up her legs, I place one over each shoulder before moving her lace underwear to the side.
Taking one last glance at her, I see her watching me closely as I give her one last smile before diving forward, needing to taste her.
Her legs tighten around my shoulders, pulling me closer as I work her with my tongue, I go slow at first, teasing her clit, waiting as her small gasps turn into moans. I want the whole fucking forest to hear her moaning my name.
Each sound she makes sends heat powering through me, urging me to make her fall apart completely.
Gripping her thighs tight, I suck her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue in circles that makes her hips jerk against my shoulders. Her body trembles as her wrists strain against the rope as it anchors her in the air.
“More” She cries, her voice raw with need.
Her words fuel me as I press deeper, switching between flicking and sucking. Needing to know which she prefers more. Her moans rise in pitch, mixing with the sound of birds fleeing around us from their perch.
Slowly I push a hand up her thigh, sliding between us to press a finger inside her, moving it in time with the rhythm of my tongue.
She reacts instantly, her back arching forcing me deeper against her. “Yes” She gasps, her voice trembling as I add another finger, stretching her as I work her closer to the edge.
I take a moment to look at the beauty unfolding above me as I worship her on my knees. Her head is thrown back against the bark of the tree, completely consumed by the moment and I can’t help but smile against her.
“You’re close,” My voice muffled against her skin, her body tightening around my fingers telling me I’m right but I’m not done yet.
I pull my fingers away causing her head to snap up, a desperate whimper spilling from her lips. “Why-” She starts, but her words die as I stand, towering over her, the fire in her eyes meeting the hunger in mine.
I push my joggers away, her eyes widening as I free my cock, her lips parting when she sees me stroking myself, slow and deliberate just for her.
“You want it?” I ask, stepping closer, the tip of my cock brushing against her.
She nods quickly, but that’s not enough. I need her to beg me again.
“Say it buttercup.” I demand, my voice rough as I hold myself back.
“Please” She begs, her voice trembling, “I want you inside me, I need you.”
The sound of her begging makes my cock twitch with need. Gripping her hips firmly I drag the head of my cock along her soaked entrance, teasing her swollen clit making her shudder against me.
“Is this what you want?” I ask her one more time, giving her the chance to back out one last time.
“Yes”
Hearing her say that word was all I needed to release the beast fighting inside of me, “Then take it” I growl, slamming into her with one hard thrust. She cries out, her body arching once more against me, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, to stop me from turning away.
“Fuck” I groan, gripping her hips tighter as I start to move. I pull almost all the way out before slamming back into her, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Her nails dig into the rope above her, her moans turning into gasping cries as her body clenches around me.
She’s so close, I can feel it.
“You feel so fucking good,” My voice thick with need. My hands roam over her body, squeezing her ass as I press her harder against the tree, driving in and out of her with force. Her legs lock tighter around me.
A jolt flows through me from her body writhing helplessly against me.
“You’re mine.” I tell her, my hand sliding to her throat, holding her there as I thrust harder, her eyes glazing over with pleasure.
I’m not ready to let go of this moment as I use the tree to hold her in place. Using my other hand I place it between us towards her swollen clit, circling it, pushing her towards her release.
I don’t stop as her body clenches around my cock, the sound of her moans pushing me more and more. I pinch her clit causing her to shatter almost instantly as she screams my name for the world to hear.
The sound of my name coming out of her mouth sends me into overdrive as I bury myself deep inside her one last time. I throw my head back, my eyes gripped closed as my own release crashes over me as I cum inside of her.
We both stay still, panting to catch out breath as my cock sits inside of her.
The silence is broken by laughter coming from Eva above me, the kind of laugh that even has me laughing beside her, “What are we laughing at? I know for a fact you enjoyed that my love.” I question.
She shakes her head, looking up to the sky smiling, " I just- I thought I’ll never see the day I would tick ‘ Getting fucked in the forest ’ off my bucket list.” She tells me.
Hmm, she has a bucket list… “And where else do you have on this list of yours?”
She slaps my shoulder, “If you ever remove yourself from me, we could talk about it.”
I look down, realising my cock is still inside of her as it starts to harden again. Her body flinches as she glances down at me.
I pull her head down towards mine, slowly kissing her as I push myself deeper inside of her, making sure she knows the effect she has on me.
She moans inside of my mouth, as I reach up to untie her hands from the rope. Instantly her hands make their way to my hair. Gripping it as I move gently, savouring this moment between us.
I pull my lips away from hers, before pushing her hoodie up, freeing her breasts.
Leaning forward, I claim her nipple, flicking my tongue against it like I did her clit a few minutes ago.
Soft gasps escape from her as I pump inside of her, this time feels different. This time we’re both in control and fuck, it feels incredible.
She feels incredible.