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My.
God.
Has this been Axel’s fantasy all along?
He licks his lips, shamelessly confirming it, and the rush of lust between my thighs is instant.
“Yes, my king. Thank you for my anal plug.”
“Did you wear it while shopping for that dress, like I told you to?”
I chew my lip. “Yes, my king.”
“Did it get your pussy and panties wet for me? Feeling my toy in your tight ass? Wanting me to lick your ass tonight?”
He remembers my blurt in the car. And he’s soaking my pantiesrightnow. All I want is Axel’s tongue … everywhere. “Yes, my king.”
“Did you go into the dressing room,” he taunts, “like I told you to, and get naked and play with your pretty pussy, sending me a video of you being such a dirty girl for me, and coming like you never do with your littledickheadhusband?”
This is half-subterfuge, half seduction.
Desire crushes me. I’m finding it hard to breathe. It narrows Axel’s eyes, too.
These fantasies come too quickly to him. Like they’re the dirty things he said he fantasizes about in his shower when he jerks off and moans my name.
And how do I feel about it?
“Yes, my king,” I sigh.I love it.
“Good girl, Ms. Jones. I love how you’re so pleasing and passive for me.”
The hell I am. My pussy is soaked, slick, and sliding from role-play into reality.
“But you were such a dirty brat the other day at work, tempting me.” Because Axel’s too convincing. Too controlling and taking me there. “You were wearing that pretty dress and rubbing your pussy on the corner of my desk and begging me to fuck you right there. Is that how you want to pleasure me, Ms. Jones? Making me bend you over my desk to fuck you?”
“Yes, my king.” He’s not lying. I’m not lying. I’m dying for him. “I want you to fuck me on your desk. I want to kneel under it, too, and suck your cock while you fist my hair and fuck my throat and?—”
“Fuucckk, Ms. Jones,” Axel groans like he’s in pain, hiseyelids dropping heavy with lust. His hand slides from his thigh to stroke the thick erection in his pants. “Be careful, pushing my buttons. Don’t make me punish you. Don’t fucking tease me. Do youmeanit, Ruby?” He’s dropping our performance. “You want toserveme? You want tokneelfor me?”
I’ve never done it before, and I don’t care if Axel has been a Dom to other women; I suddenly want this too much. I’ve always wanted to be a sub like my sister Scarlett is to her hot husband, Luca.
I’ve always wanted this with a man, but never trusted any to do it.
But suddenly …I trust Axel.
At least with this.
He’s so goddamn Dom and dangerous, but he won’t hurt me. Not my body, at least. Not unless I ask him to.
“Yes, my king.” I want him to know I’m not pretending. “Please, Iwantto serve you. Iwantto kneel for you.”
Axel lowers his glare. “Prove it. Prove you want to serve me and that I can trust you. Look me in the eye while you reach into your dress and pinch your nipple under that lacy bra I bought you.”
Now I know why he bought me a wrap dress. It’s so I can do this without exposing my body to the camera.
It makes half of me fall so hard for him, protecting me like this, while half of me wants to show how much I want him; I don’t give a damn who’s recording me.
I obey, just as I did when I sucked his thumb. I do this, too. Reaching into my dress, my nipple is already hard while I pinch it, staring at him.