17. CHAPTER 12
SAYLOR
My mother placed me directly across the table from Axl. It’s like the fucker was able to plan this entire thing to perfection.
My father is at the head of the table with his scotch and two of his long-time business partners, Randall Hawthorne and Travis Keller, on each side of him.
Adam Hollister, Axl’s father, is next to Randall and across from Justin.
The men are at one end of the table and the women at the other, with me seated between Justin and Axl’s mother.
I’m even more jittery in my seat knowing what Axl is going to do at any moment. I don’t know which is worse—fighting an orgasm while sitting beside my brother or beside the mother of the man I’m going to fuck for a year.
Axl is in a black suit with no tie. The top button of his white shirt is undone, showing off some of the ink on his chest. He stares at me like he wants to fuck me on this table in front of all of them. That isn’t much different from what’s already going to happen tomorrow night.
His eyes haven’t left me since I sat down. I know at any moment, he’s going to pull his phone from his pocket and make this device inside my body go wild.
My mother raises her glass. “To a lovely evening with good friends.”
Everyone raises their glasses and drinks. I take a long sip of wine because I fucking need it. I’m already on my second glass.
I jump as I lower the glass from my lips, choking a bit as I try to swallow. Thank fuck there isn’t an audible buzz, but I feel the low pulse against my clit.
“Are you alright, dear?” My mother’s tone is more of a warning as she watches me.
“I’m fine.” I take another long gulp and then set the glass back down on the table. I’m going to have to gain better control over myself if I’m going to beat the bastard at his own game.
He takes a sip of his wine and watches me over the rim. A tiny smirk plays on his lips. Fuck, he’s hot.
Conversation is happening all around us. The men are talking about their business, but I can’t even remotely concentrate on what any of them are saying. My mother and the women drink their wine and laugh every so often.
The staff serves the first course, and I couldn’t tell you what it is because the vibrator pulses again, stronger this time. I press my thighs together so hard under the table that my muscles cramp.
“Are you ready for tomorrow, Saylor?” Adam asks me.
“Yes, sir.” I manage to choke the words out, feeling awkward about looking Axl’s father in the eye while my pussy grows wetter.
He gives me an approving grin and thankfully says something to Justin. I don’t fully hear it because the blood rushes to my ears as the vibrator kicks up another notch. My knuckles turn white from the way I grip my spoon to distract myself.
Axl doesn’t give any hint that he’s affected by what he’s doing to me. He just takes a bite and watches me, avoiding the other conversation at the table.
The second course comes and goes. I polished off another glass of wine without my mother noticing. I pick at the food in front of me, unable to focus on eating. I don’t even taste what little of it I try to eat.
“Are you alright, Sayl?” Justin catches my attention. “Your skin is turning red, and you’re sweating.”
I wave him off. “It’s just a touch warm in here.”
He goes back to his food. Axl’s mouth tips. I want to slap that smirk off his face and sit on it at the same time, so he can lick up the mess he’s fucking making. He looks at his hands under the table.
Then the vibration intensifies even more.
I put my fork down because my hands are shaking. The vibrator is pulsing, and I can feel it everywhere in my body. I’m so wet the thong is useless. My body is building toward something I cannot fucking let happen at this table.
I pick up my wine and take a long drink. My hand shakes, and the glass clinks against my plate when I try to set it down. I’m definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol.
“Easy on the wine, Saylor,” my mother says from the end of the table.
“Mine is just like her,” Travis Keller’s wife says to my mother. I can’t think of the woman’s name since I’ve only met her a couple of times.
I’m sitting at my family’s dinner table, and I’m about thirty seconds from coming so hard. I want to stab Axl with my fork and climb into his lap and fuck him. At the same time. In front of everyone.
“Excuse me.” I push my chair back and stand. My legs are wobbly between the wine and the vibrator. “I just need a moment.”
My mother waves me off. Justin glances up as I pass. He almost looks like he might follow me but then goes back to his conversation with Axl’s father. I walk out of the dining room on legs that barely hold me. My heart races as I make it to the hallway bathroom and lock the door.
I grip the edge of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror.
My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are glassy.
I know Axl well enough to know I’m not allowed to come, but I don’t know how I’m going to stop it.
The vibrator is still going. He’s going to do this until I give in, and then he’ll get to punish me.
The door handle turns behind me. There’s a click. The lock pops. The door opens, and Axl steps inside and closes it behind him. He locks it again. I spin around to face him.
“How the fuck did you—”
“Credit card.” He tucks his black card back into his wallet and then pockets it.
“You need to leave. They’re going to notice we’re both gone.”
“I said I needed to make a call, and then I snuck around to the back entrance. Nobody is going to notice anything for at least ten minutes.” He steps closer. “Turn around and face the mirror, little heathen.”
“Axl—”
“I said to fucking turn around. Put your hands on the sink, Saylor. Now.”
I should push past him, walk back to the table, and sit down to prove that I’m stronger than this. That’s what a smart woman would do. That’s what a woman who isn’t completely fucked in the head for a fucking killer would do.
But I’m the drunk, horny slut who wants this fucker, so I turn around and put my hands on the sink.
His hand slides up the back of my thigh and shoves my dress up over my hips. The warmth of his skin on mine feels so fucking good. He grips my thong and pulls them down over my ass, letting them fall to the floor around my ankles.
He reaches in front of me and presses the vibrator harder against my clit. It makes me moan. He clamps his free hand over my mouth and stares at me in the mirror.
“Quiet.” His mouth is in my ear, eyes on mine in the mirror. “Unless you want everyone out there to hear me play with you.”
I bite down on his fingers. He doesn’t flinch.
“That’s my girl.” He pulls the vibrator out of me slowly and then shoves it back in. “You’re fucking soaked. You’ve been sitting at that table dripping for me.”
I watch us in the mirror. His chest against my back.
His hand over my mouth. His other hand between my legs.
My dress bunched around my waist, and my ass pressed against the front of his covered dick.
He’s hard. I can feel every piercing through the fabric, and I want him inside me so bad I could scream.
“I’m going to make you come,” he tells me. “And you’re going to watch yourself.”
He pulls the vibrator out again and changes the angle as he fucks me with it. His hand stays over my mouth, and he presses his body against mine. I can feel his hard cock against my ass, and the vibrator is pulsing so hard my entire body is shaking. My eyes flutter closed.
“Eyes open, little heathen. I said to fucking watch.”
I look at myself in the mirror. I’m a fucking mess. My mascara is already running.
“We don’t have time to make you beg properly, so come for me, baby. Consider this a freebie before I make you work much harder for it.”
My orgasm hits hard. My legs buckle and he holds me against him. I moan into his hand and my eyes water. My body shakes through it while he holds me up and watches me in the mirror with his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Good girl.” It’s low and rough against my ear. “That’s my good girl.”
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls the vibrator out and keeps me bent over the sink. I hear his zipper.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I watch him in the mirror. His jaw is tight and his cock is in his hand. He brings the vibrator to his lips. He licks it clean while he watches me in the mirror. His tongue drags across the pink silicone, and he doesn’t break eye contact. My cunt clenches even though I came thirty seconds ago.
He sticks the vibrator back inside me, collecting more of my orgasm. He brings it back to his mouth and licks it again while he strokes himself.
“I’ve been craving a taste of this cunt.
” He pockets the vibrator, and then he strokes himself hard and fast as he watches me in the mirror.
He grips my hair and jerks my head back, still holding my chest against the sink.
He muffles a groan. “You have no idea how hard it is not to fuck you right now.”
He leans further over my back, and the head of his dick rubs along my seam as he jerks off.
He looks at me in the mirror and bites my neck, making me whimper.
He slows his hand and presses the head of his dick against the opening of my ass, growling against my neck as his warm cum drips from my ass to my pussy.
“Fuck. I can’t wait to fill every hole on your body with my cum. ”
My eyes go wide, staring into his as he kisses the place on my neck where he just bit me. He tucks his dick back in his pants. I’ve never had anal sex before, and the thought of what his size and the piercings would do to me makes my heart race.
“What, baby? You didn’t think I was going to fuck this ass too?”
“Axl, I don’t . . . I’ve never done that.”
He zips his slacks. “Then that’s going to make it even better when I make it mine. I’m going to claim your ass, so you might as well get ready to beg me for it, baby. I’m going to make you fucking crave it.”
He crouches down behind me. “Lift your foot.”