“Your ass, Sir!”
“Who’s my good girl?”
Her nails raked down his back. “I’m your good girl, Sir!”
His orgasm hit, hard and painfully pleasurable, before he finally fell still inside her, trying to catch his breath and wondering if he’d just slipped into insanity.
She grabbed him and kissed him, hard. “I love you so fucking much.”
That answered his question. “I love you, too, baby.”
Chapter Seventeen
The new world order was…weird.
After a long in-person lunch with Landry, and even more phone calls, Axel had agreed that Skye could work with Landry, Cris, and Tilly.
And even Bob.
They would handle the physical, non-sexual play. Nothing they did would interfere or supersede what he had with Skye. She was still his girl, his submissive, and wouldn’t even call LandrySir.
That was by Landry’s decree.
Meanwhile, the triad worked with Axel, answering questions, helping him create rituals, rules, and protocols for Skye that worked for him, and…
They settled into a routine where he would get a girlfriend wound up and eager to fuck his brains out after being beaten black and blue by Landry.
He loved her. He couldn’t let her go and ever forgive himself for not trying.
And she loved him.
Landry had warned Axel at the start that it couldn’t be a permanent arrangement. That the ultimate goal would be working toward Axel learning to be comfortable with physical play and eventually developing his own style that might not be as sadistic as Landry’s, but would work for both Skye and Axel.
And Landry could, on occasion, play with her if she needed something more.
Landry wanted Axel to be able to stay and watch the play and participate. That the more he did that, the easier it’d get, until it seemed like second nature.
When the first attempted goal date was set for six weeks after his freak out at Venture, Axel prayed he could do it.
And Skye had told him she’d drive herself, just in case.
Now, the night was here.
Axel felt guilty that his freak-out had caused Skye to ask to go to Cris and Landry’s tonight in separate vehicles.
Rightfully so. He got it.
He’d damaged her trust in him, at least in some small part, and that killed him inside.
Tilly’s words out in the parking lot of Venture four weeks earlier echoed in his brain, ringing, recriminating.
The hard edge, borderline venom, despite her low voice.
Axel slowed and made the turn into the driveway, pulling up to the gate. He rolled the window down and punched in the four-digit code, holding his breath until a longbeepsounded and the gate rolled open.
Hands shaking, he drove forward, giving serious consideration to turning around and leaving. Doing what Tilly suggested and letting her go. There could be somebody better than him for Skye just around the corner.
Then they could still be friends. She hopefully wouldn’t hate him.
