37. Axel
Axel
B etween Wrinley’s willful refusal to respond to my texts since she left my place last week and her blatant disregard for her own safety, I have more than enough reason to punish her.
Although, I have a feeling she likes my punishments almost more than the rewards.
If those things weren’t enough, she sent me–the stranger–filthy pictures of herself all week.
She’s lucky I’m the one that got them and not some fucking creep with an unhealthy porn addiction.
I wouldn’t hesitate to carve out any man’s eyeballs for daring to think they could have what’s mine.
I have to admit I was impressed, though.
Her commitment is commendable. She sent something every day, sometimes more than once.
If I didn’t already know how often she fucks herself, I’d worry she has a problem.
Hell, she still might. I just don’t give a fuck.
She can fuck that perfect cunt of hers as much as she wants, cause I won’t be allowing anyone else to do it.
After how hard she has come on my cock, I’d be surprised if it isn’t my face she sees every time she orgasms.
I should find a way to get her out of my system, but the more I fuck around with her… the more I find out I don’t actually want to.
The need to see her peaceful carries me through her window but every part of me feels lighter when I’m near her and that’s precisely what keeps me here longer than I intend.
Tonight, I’ll leave her window open. It’s not like she isn’t aware of my tendency to watch her.
Then I’ll sit in my fucking truck until she wakes up–like I always do–and watch her on the various cameras I placed around her apartment.
And she’ll wake up, stare into each camera and smirk like she knows I was there before going about her business like I wasn’t.
It’s becoming a game. Like we’re playing with each other and whoever can outlast the other will win, except I’m pretty sure we’re playing on different boards. I’m not sure which game she’s playing, but I know for a fact she won’t win mine.
My pulse picks up speed as I pull up my favorite of the pictures she’s sent.
It’s a close up of her pussy, her index and middle finger spreading her lips for the camera, showing off that perfect glisten decorating her folds and that fucking piercing I’d still like to rip out with my teeth.
It’s the least she deserves for allowing someone to touch her.
My dick twitches in my boxer briefs, begging me to get closer.
I tilt my head, looking past the phone resting in my hand, my glasses hanging from my fingers.
I move to put them on and she shifts. I know she won’t wake up because she never does.
There’s a small part of me that wishes she’d wake and find me lurking in the shadows.
Maybe one day I’ll wake her up by driving my cock into that tight cunt of hers.
God knows he’s already dying to be inside of her again. Tonight he’ll get his wish.
I stand from my usual seat and move to the bed, pulling the covers off to find her cunt bare. It’s not unusual but my cock still jumps in my jeans to get to her and I have to will him to stand down because now is not the time. Soon, though.
I can tell she’s wet, despite her deep slumber, and it only makes me more curious what my little trainwreck is dreaming about that has her so obviously aroused.
I rake my index finger along her seam, parting her lips until I find her pierced clit, rounding it slowly and causing her legs to part naturally as they shift to gain more friction against my finger.
I lean over her to pin the piercing between my teeth and give it a slight tug, eliciting a soft moan to escape her lips as they part.
Seems my horny little bitch is desperate to come, even in her sleep.
I swipe my tongue through her silky folds once, long and slow, then stand to leave. I’ve never tasted a pussy like hers in my life and if I stay one more second, she’s going to wake up with my face and tongue buried so far up her cunt, she’ll think I’m stuck there.
“ Nos vemos esta noche mi debilidad, ” I whisper in her ear just enough to be audible but not quite loud enough to wake her.
I glance at my watch, annoyance skittering across the surface of my skin.
I know Hayes is speaking words, but I have no fucking clue what he’s actually saying.
My mind keeps wandering to thoughts of my little trainwreck.
She should be here any minute and I had every intention of sitting in my office and watching her float through the club, clueless about what’s about to happen.
She has no idea I’m the one who’s been secretly texting her, although I’m surprised she hasn’t put it together yet.
I even bought a mask to wear when I chase her.
It’ll make it easier to do what I want with her while simultaneously reducing the risk of her finding out my little secret until I’m ready.
“Did you hear anything I just said?” Hayes questions.
“Not really,” I admit with a shrug of my shoulders. “Can we go over whatever this was supposed to be… tomorrow? And before you ask, yes… I have somewhere better to be. And before you say anything about that . It’s personal, but it will also benefit the club.”
“Care to enlighten me?”
“Let’s just say, I’m going to test the woods out back for you.”
“For fuck sake, Axel. We haven’t secured the land contract or the proper permits for that shit yet. Do. Not. Fuck this up.”
Jesus.
Hayes is a generally chill guy. I genuinely didn't think he had an angry face, but I’d say that qualifies.
“Relax, Hayes. It won’t be anything too extreme. I just need to test out the cameras Dom and I put up over the last week.” I clap my hand on his shoulder. “Speaking of Dom, I think he could probably fill that security position you’ve yet to fill.”
“Text me his number and I’ll schedule a time to meet with him. If you trust him, I’m sure he’ll work just fine.” His posture relaxes in defeat. We’ve had enough conversations about safety. I’ve got this. “If either of you get hurt, it’s coming out of your own paycheck.”
I nod and turn to leave his office, pulling my phone from my back pocket to text him the info. “Just make sure he knows that clothes are a requirement for the position. You’re just gonna have to take my word on that.” My lips pull into a smirk as I close the door behind me.
Once I’m in my own office, I make quick work of bringing my monitors out of sleep mode and scanning them carefully.
She should be here by now.
I just have to find her.
I find the bar first, since that’s usually her first stop, but she’s not there. Good girl.
I finally find her wandering slowly down the school corridor.
She’s heading in the right direction. I find it interesting that she’s behaving for a stranger, yet she pushes back and gives me shit at every turn.
It’s both weird and slightly unnerving and I’m not entirely sure I like this side of her.
I think I prefer my girl wild and slightly feral.
She’s almost to the back door, when I stand and slide my gloves on. One of my tattoos runs onto the back of my hand and if this is going to go down like I want, I need to keep as much of me hidden as I can.
I grab the balaclava mask I bought just for this occasion and make my way to where she better be waiting for me.
She’s wearing the hot pink, easy access dress I had delivered to her apartment earlier today.
It was wrapped up in a bow all pretty and unsuspecting and she looks hot as fuck in it with her long, toned legs and delicious ass that I fully plan to devour tonight.
I bought it specifically for this purpose.
It’s bright enough that it will make it easier for me to see her and I should be able to tear it off her should the mood arise.
When I get to the back door, I pull the mask over my head and twist it into place. There’s a slight chance she could recognize my eyes and figure me out, but I’m counting on the low light of dusk to make that less likely.
I step out the door and catch her hot pink dress out of the corner of my eye.
Fuck, she looks hot in it. I had a feeling she would.
Although, Wrinley could wear a fucking potato sack and I’d still get hard, but seeing her in that bright pink, curve hugging fabric that shows off her luscious tits and toned thighs…
Fuck. I’ve got a semi just looking at her.
Turning my head, I find her staring right at me with those hazel eyes I could get fucking lost in. I could lose myself in every inch of her and I think I’d be happy to never be heard from or found again.
“Are you gonna stand there and eye fuck me or we going to do what we came here to do?” She glances at her watch. “I don’t have all night.”
She’s a menace, plain and simple. I’d tell her as much, but I don’t want to risk her recognizing my voice.
Instead, I stride across the few feet between us to get to her, wrap my fingers around her slender throat and squeeze just enough to remind her she’s not in charge, emitting a low, throaty growl in the process.
Releasing her, I whisper, “Run.”
She hesitates and I take another step toward her until my toes hit her sneakers.
Smart girl to wear running shoes with a dress, but it won’t save her.
I’ve spent all my spare time since she messaged my burner, memorizing these woods and setting up the cameras for Hayes.
I have no doubt she’ll put up a good fight, but there’s no chance she’ll escape me.
“I may not know who you are, but I’m not scared of you.”