Axel uses and removes the vibrator again, and I start sobbing. “Please. Please, sir!”
“What do you need?” Axel demands, hands grasping my hips so he can grind his still-clothed erection against me.
I shiver at the power disparity, me nude and chained to the wall while he is still fully clothed, and could leave at any time, leaving me utterly vulnerable.
“Please,” I beg. “Please. Take me. I need you.”
“Say it again.”
“Take my virginity, sir.”
He laughs, a low rumbling sound that sends desire coursing through me. “Is this really what you want?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
His thumb traces over my lip, allowing a sigh to escape.
“You have no idea how sexy you are like this. There’s not a man alive who could refuse such a request when your need is so clearly displayed.”
“Please,” I beg.
I feel the coolness against my skin as he steps back. I hear shuffling and the clank of metal as he releases his belt, the sound of a zipper, the whisper of clothes. The crinkle of a wrapper, the snap of something tight.
Axel’s hands are on me again, between my thighs, parting my legs and lifting me until he’s bearing my weight on his arms. I realize he means to take me, pinning me, still bound, against the wall.
I’m folded nearly in half, legs draped over Axel’s forearms when he shifts, and I feel it, the head of his cock teasing just outside where I need it most.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please.”
He relaxes his hold enough to allow gravity to do the work, pulling me down and onto his cock. I thrash in renewed pleasure as it stretches and fills me, the one place he’d ignored through all his teasing finally getting attention. Finally, I stop dropping, his cock fully sheathed within me.
“Now your virginity belongs to me, too,” he growls in my ear, just before pulling out and slamming back into me.
I scream as my overly-sensitive nerves all alight in a chorus of ecstasy. My focus narrows until all I’m aware of is Axel’s cock, rocketing in and out as he fucks me hard.
The chain bounces against my chest with every thrust, his mouth is demanding on mine, and with each thrust, I’m not sure how much more I can take.
“Please, Axel…sir, I need,” I say between thrusts.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Axel replies in my ear.
I’m on the edge, only holding back by the barest thread. I need to come, to give him that last bit of myself.
“Give me your pleasure, Harper,” Axel commands. “Come for me.”
I scream as my orgasm rips through me, so powerful that a part of me worries I’ll pass out from the intensity. Axel continues to fuck me hard and fast until he stills, burying himself deep as his breathing quickens, and he moans deeply. I realize he’s come as well, and there’s a part of me that’s thrilled that I was the one to give him that pleasure.
He kisses me, both our bodies still pulsing, chasing the remnants of that ecstasy.
“Beautiful, perfect,” he murmurs, lips tracing my jaw and up to my ear. “You were glorious.”
“That…was…amazing,” I pant.
Axel pulls out and sets my feet back on the floor. He then takes off the blindfold and releases the cuffs holding my wrist, and I sag into his arms. He supports me as we walk over to a couch, where he pulls me into his arms and removes the clamps on my nipples.
A fresh sensation courses through me, and I moan as blood rushes to the nubs and makes me tingle.
Axel tugs me onto his lap, tucking my head against his shoulder. “How are you doing?”
“Green,” I respond.
He chuckles. “Was it everything you hoped for?”
I smile and nod. “Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined sex could feel so good.”
He kisses my hair. “Good. You were so good for me. You deserved that.”
I smile. “When? When can we do this again?”
His hand moving up and down on my arm. “Patience. We will return, but if you really want to be mine, you’ll need to be mine outside these walls, as well.”
I can’t imagine anything I want more. “Okay.”
He kisses my hair again. “Good girl.”
14
Axel
I can’t get Harper off my mind. Maybe it’s because I know her outside of the club, but I think it’s because she is so willing to face her fears to be what I needed. She’d been so unable to completely hide her nervousness at being there, a tremble to her voice here, hands shaking there. But every time our eyes met, I saw trust.
It’s an emotion that I became jaded about, learning long ago that the only people I could truly trust were Maddox and myself. I couldn’t trust our parents or the system that was supposed to protect us. The words of foster parents proved false over and over until we started living with the Millers. The Millers were a bright spot, but I was too jaded, even after they’d demonstrated their integrity.
It was Maddox and me against the world.
But Harper is open, wearing her emotions on her sleeve. When her wide blue eyes met mine, uncertainty swirling within their depths, and she still turned herself over to me. I felt more connected than I ever had before at the club.
And taking her. I shiver at the memory. I’d wanted to decorate her creamy skin with the red marks of a whip, initially disappointed at the restriction. But by the time I plunged myself into her, all I could think about was how obedient she’d been. And how responsive. Her entire body would shift in the direction of the tickler, and she shook every time I pressed the head of the wand to her clit. She let out little gasps whenever I tugged at the chain that connected the nipple clamps.
I still wish I could have introduced her to the whip, but if being with her meant leaving it out of play, then I would respect that. Sex with her was far more intense than I’d expected, and the thought of taking any of my other submissives seemed lackluster in comparison.
I force the memories from my mind. I send a text to Harper only a few minutes before the end of work, informing her that I am taking her to dinner that night. The ease with which she agrees makes my cock twitch. She is beautifully obedient now that she made the decision to submit to me.
I tighten my tie, satisfied with my appearance. A gray vest rests over a sky blue shirt and dark blue tie, with the same hue of gray as my pants. It’s dressier than casual without being a full suit. I’d ordered Harper to wear something dressy without telling her where we were going. I nod as I take one last look in the mirror, then grab my car keys from the bowl by the door.
My cock twitches as I wonder what Harper is wearing.
“Down boy,” I mutter as I head towards her apartment. “Not tonight. Tonight is about getting to know her as a person.”
I’m not sure if Harper can be what I need. The lack of whips is still a disappointment, and I wonder if I’ll truly be able to hold back in the long term. Besides, do I really want somebody outside the safety of the club?
Maddox allowed Madison into his life, and he seems happy. But being with somebody long term means letting them in and trusting them.
I’ve long since closed the door on that emotion.
It’s safer not to trust. I can’t be disappointed if I’m not dependent on a person in the first place. It’s part of why I was so eager to start a business. I wouldn’t have to rely on a boss or put faith in coworkers who could stab me in the back to advance their own careers. No, my fate is my own. I chase clients, and my success is dependent on how hard I work. Even knowing that I will occasionally have to fight to get paid is part of the normal expectations as a business owner, and it’s not some interoffice bullshit.