“Fuck me.”
“So demanding for such a stubborn girl, don’t you think?”
He fists his hard cock, stroking the vein-studded length. Axel’s generous and thick, his rosy head glistening with pre-come. My pussy tightens as I imagine exactly what he’ll feel like.
I’m on the verge of begging when he tears the condom then slowly rolls it onto his steel while stalking back over to the bed. The mattress shifts as Axel settles onto it, braced between my trembling legs.
He smiles to himself while rolling my shirt up, taking the sports bra I’m wearing with it. The fabric bunches around my trapped wrist, leaving my chest bare for his perusal.
“Are you going to release me?”
His fingers trail over my breasts, thumb circling one hard nipple. “Nope.”
The head of his cock rounds my wet heat, sluicing back and forth without entering me. After all this time, he still feels the need to tease. I curse him out as Axel rolls my nipple, lightly pinching it.
“Tell me you’re going to listen from now on.” He runs his length over my clit and down. “You’re going to take care of yourself.”
“Ax…”
“You’re going to trust this team. Let us in. Cooperate.”
“Please. Ax, please?—”
“Submit, Em. Let us love you.”
Each time he nudges my entrance, the pressure vanishes before I can find relief. He won’t slam into me. Not like I want him to. I throw my head back and scream out his name in frustration.
“In return, I’ll never deny you.” Axel’s jaw clenches from the effort of holding himself back.
“Wha… What does that mean?” I pant.
“It means if you give yourself to us fully, you can have whatever you want. I’ll make sure of it. But I’m not watching you swan around, worrying about everyone but yourself any longer.”
When I don’t agree, Axel presses inside me just the barest amount. Enough for me to hug his cock in gratification then ache from loss when he snatches it back.
“No!” I shrill.
“It can all be yours, Ember. Just say the word.”
When he inches in again, my mind splits apart. All the anger and suffocating loneliness that’s driven me to keep these toxic secrets… The fear of abandonment… The need to protect myself because no one else ever will. It all boils over, causing a monumental system failure.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Ax… please…”
“I want to hear it!”
“Yes! Fuck!”
Axel pistons into me hard enough for a guttural roar to spill from my lips. His girth stretches me wide, filling every last microscopic speck of space I have to give. We smack together, hips aligned and bodies attached, leaving nothing between us.
He draws out only to slam back home, the momentum causing the handcuff to clatter loudly. I’m still half-pinned, one hand above my head and the other seizing Axel’s shoulder. If I don’t hold onto him, I think he’ll break me in half.
Our breath exchanges in a stuttered conversation of mindless, pent-up lust. I can hardly think past the place where our bodies join, shattering the sexual tension of countless shared looks since the night he entered my motel room.
“You take me so well.” Axel’s tone is guttural and rough. “So fucking well.”
I melt under him, lavishing his praise. “More.”
