31. Axel
Axel
“ C ome on in,” I shout at the door before Hayes has a chance to knock.
The hinges of the heavy door squeak as he pushes it open. “For fuck sake. I should be used to that by now, but it never stops being unnerving when you do it.”
“I’d apologize, but I’m not really sorry.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I know you’re not.” His eyes drift around the office space, no doubt assessing. “Are you sleeping in here or just fucking in here?”
“Is that against the rules in a club that caters to kink and sex?”
“No,” he shakes his head while shoving over the mess of blankets on the couch, pointing at it accusingly, like he’s not sure if it’s safe. When I offer him a curt nod, he sits. “Just wasn’t sure if I should have the sanitization crew add your office to their list.”
I’m not sure if I should be insulted or not that he’s insinuating I’m some kind of man-whore, but I choose to let it go. “I haven’t had anyone in here. Yet.”
His brows shoot up as he scoffs. “The sounds coming through the wall the other night say otherwise, Axel. I’m not an idiot.”
Those sounds were definitely a woman. But she wasn’t here in person.
I remember the night he’s referring to. I guess I misjudged how loud the music was because I thought for sure it would have drowned out her moans.
I pulled up the cameras I hid in her apartment and found my little trainwreck playing with my perfect cunt.
“Please, Axel. Use me.” Those were the first words I heard when I opened the surveillance app. “Take what you want. I’ll do anything.” It took all of five seconds for me to put her up on the monitors and whip out my already raging erection, fisting it slowly while I watched her finger herself.
“Oh, god. Harder.” Each word was laced with frustration as her fingers dipped in and out of her–what I’m sure was a soaked–pussy.
Poor thing was struggling to come. The problem wasn’t the fantasy, it was the follow through.
She spent the next thirty minutes chasing the orgasm–the high–she knows I can give her, but she can’t find on her own.
The second she gave up–her orgasm ruined–I released my load into my hand like a horny teenager.
Not because the sight of her splayed out, naked on her bed, toying with that clit for me got me off, but because I knew it was me that was missing from the equation.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s a vision–naked or not–but this was a sensation I’d never experienced before…
something that’s been happening more lately. She needs me.
That is what Hayes heard through the wall.
She wasn’t quiet and I was tempted to text her and toy with her more.
Make her do things she’d never do on her own, but I decided against it.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen her like that and it most certainly won’t be the last. But there will be more opportunities to play with her.
“The jokes on you, Hayes. There have been no women in this office. Not in person, anyway,” I smirk. At least not yet. I’ll let him put it together.
“Jesus.” He rubs his face. “I don’t need to know more. Just know, if I find out you’re using company equipment and anything is being neglected because of it, we will have a problem.”
“I’m offended. The club has never been safer and you know it.” I shoot him an accusing glare. “Even when I’m not here, I have alerts set to go off and I can check anything on my phone at a moment’s notice.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t come to fight with you. Ryker’s away and you’re basically my right hand man, so I wanted to go over a few things with you.”
I turn my chair to face him completely. “Like what?”
“Well, the woods project you mentioned as an idea for our more primal club members to utilize for hunt and capture play and whatever else they may want to use it for.” I nod, remembering exactly why I brought it up.
The thought of chasing Wrinley through the woods and fucking her when I catch her has my dick at half-mast. “I need help surveying the land and finding good spots for cameras, fencing and whatever other safety measures we may need. Can you help me with that?”
“Of course I can. Whatever you need.” It feels weird to say that to a dude that isn’t Dom, but since I’ve worked here, Hayes has been the sounding board I didn’t know I needed.
“Thanks. Let me know what you need and I’ll get it for you.” I nod and he leans forward with his elbow on his knees. “How are things going with the girl you’ve been ‘ seeing’? ” Did he just air quote the word ‘seeing’? Christ.
“I don’t know if I’d call it ‘seeing’.” I return the air quotes. “But she is mine. Whether she wants to be or not.”
“I see,” he sighs.
“Wanna tell me what the fuck it is that you see?” I ask, cocking my head.
“Well, you’ve clearly got a thing for this girl. You’ve used the club with her and you’re obviously watching her, which I’m going to pretend I don’t know about. You say she’s yours–” I raise a hand to cut him off.
“I don’t know what it means yet. I just know the thought of anyone else touching her fills me with fucking murderous rage.”
His phone pings in his hand and he glances at it, his brows pinching as a frown pulls at his expression.
“I’ve got to go.” He moves to stand and walks to the door, looking over his shoulder at me before he leaves.
“I’m far from a relationship expert Axel, and I don’t know the ins and outs of whatever is between you both, but it sure as hell sounds like you’re in love with the girl.
I’ll give you a bit of unsolicited advice and you can do with it what you want.
Don’t let her out of your grasp. You do what you have to do to hold onto and keep her, even if it means humbling yourself and swallowing a little bit of pride. ”
“Not a relationship expert, huh?”
“For whatever reason, you’ve got two ton cement walls up around literally all of you.
I fucked it up and lost the love of my life once.
Don’t make the same mistakes I did. Instead of throwing your alpha bullshit in her face, maybe try bringing the walls down and having a conversation with her instead. ”
I nod in acknowledgment, but don’t say anything as he struts out the door, because truthfully, I don’t know what to say.
His advice sinks deep into my gut and settles there, waiting for me to digest it.
It’s heavy, because he’s not wrong. I do have thick walls up, but they’re up for a reason and they've quite possibly been there all my life. You don’t grow up with a shitty single mother, thinking your dad left you because you’re too big of a burden, without developing a thick skin.
My shitty parents are the reasons I’ve never wanted children.
Suddenly, the reminder of my upbringing and massive walls I’ve built around myself cause a heavy weight to settle in my chest at the realization of what I’ve done to Wrinley.
My pulse spikes at the thought that she could already be pregnant and if she is, would I be happy about it?
Little Wrinley’s are one thing, but little me’s ?
I’m not so fucking sure if I really want that.
“Hey, asshole.” Think of the devil and she shall appear. Wrinley stands in my open doorway, glancing around the office. “So this is what your office looks like. Jesus, how many monitors do you need?” she questions while walking right up to my desk to count them.
I quickly press a button to switch one particular monitor back to a club feed, internally cursing Hayes for distracting me enough that I missed her leaving her apartment.
I’m assuming she ordered a rideshare, like she did when she left her dad’s and every time she’s needed to go somewhere since, despite me telling her I’d drive her.
I don’t love the thought of her getting into a vehicle that isn’t mine.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, slapping her hand away from the monitors. “Don’t touch anything.”
She steps back, moving around the chair I have yet to get up from, to stand in front of me.
She’s wearing a tight blue jean skirt and a blue halter top I’ve never seen before.
It’s not club attire, but I’ve added a rider onto the membership I put in place for her that allows her inside regardless of what she’s wearing.
Before I can protest, she’s placed her legs on either side of mine, lowering herself until she’s straddling my lap with her arms hung loose around my neck.
“I was thinking–”
“Oh, shit. This can’t be good,” I chuckle.
“Wow, someone has jokes. No, seriously, I need you to listen to me for a second.” My hands slide up her legs to land on her taut ass, giving it a light squeeze.
“I’m listening.”
“You keep saying that I’m yours. I think if I’m yours, you should also be mine.” The words fall from her mouth, but I’m not sure I heard her correctly.
“What happened to hating me?” I ask with a quirked brow.
“Don’t get me wrong. I still hate you. I just don’t think it’s fair that you get to claim ownership of me and demand I touch no one but you, and you get to touch whoever the fuck you want.”
My cock twitches in my pants at what she’s asking. But I still feel the need to make sure I’m understanding her. “Are you claiming ownership of me, Wrinley?”
She straightens her spine and pulls her head back. “Don’t let it go to your head. I’m merely claiming sole and equal rights to your parts. We’ll just keep hating each other like normal.”
I won’t call her out, but I have a feeling this is coming from the very frustrating and uncomfortable lack of orgasms she seems to be able to give herself lately. I’ll take it. “Okay, I’m all yours.”
“Really? I was honestly expecting more of a fight. Okay.” She pauses for a moment, clearly formulating her next thought.
“First things first. Are you the reason I can’t get a drink around here?
If so, it’s getting really fucking old.” She pushes her plump lips out in a pout that makes me want to bite them. My cock certainly likes the idea.