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The feral look in his eyes makes me moan, pinching and tugging, before I move my hand and reveal my aroused nipple, pebbled under thin fabric and lace.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now pinch your other nipple forme, Ms. Jones. Show me how you can be so naughty and obedient for your king.”
Oh, my God.“Your king.”
Does that make mehis queen?
That’s what Zar called me, and Axel never denied it. The thought of it now feels fated, as if I was meant to stumble into his office. To work for him. To hate him. To let him chase me until I chased him back. To be so tempted by Axel that now I’m trapped in his dangerous world.
And with the possessive way he looks at me? It’s like he planned it all along. I’m already his. I belong to Axel.
No, I belongwithhim…
And it feels right.
I leave my nipple aching and aroused, while I thrill my other one for his stare, while he lazily rubs his rigid shaft.
“Tell me, Ms. Jones,” he demands. “Keep playing with your nipples while you tell me what you want your king to do to you that your littledickheadhusband never does.”
“Eat my pussy,” I rush.
Axel licks his bottom lip. “He doesn’t eat your sweet pussy? Is it aching for my tongue?”
“Yes, my king.” It’s all I want right now—Axel’s bearded lips buried between my thighs.
“Do you touch your pussy, wishing it was me?”
“Yes, my king.” I have. I’ve lain in bed so overwhelmed by how much I hate Axel that an orgasm is the only relief I can get from the thought of him.
“Do you have the toy I told you to buy?”
“Yes, my king,” I remember the one I toldhimto buy me at Delta’s today.
Reaching into my purse on the bed, I pull out the lipstick vibrator.
“Show me how you play with it, Ms. Jones, under yourdress and desk. Show me how you sit outside my office and wish it was me fucking you instead.”
Oh, my god, he’s doing it again.
Axel’s protecting me. He won’t expose me, but he wants to see this, and I want to show him.
I twist the vibrator on, its hum barely audible, while I slide my hand under the open slit of my dress.
“Good girl. Now, keep your legs crossed likemybeautiful lady,” he orders, “while you secretly play with your pussy like a dirty girl for me, too.”
Oh fuck, is this secretly his kink, too?
His eyes look possessed, seducing me as I glide the smooth, buzzing tip of the vibrator under my panties and over my clit, its sudden sensation making me cry out, “Please, Aaaa—” I choke his name down, his real name. “Please, my king. I need to come for you.”
He stares at me for a scorching beat. “No, keep looking at me and playing with your wet pussy, but don’t youdarecome until I tell you to.”
Is he doing this to kill time or kill me?
I don’t know, but it feels like I obey him for minutes, forever. I’m anchored to Axel’s icy eyes and feel even more power obeying him than I’ve ever felt defying him.
I’m sweating and shaking. Moans keep crawling up my throat. I can’t keep my eyes open; I’m edging so hard for him. It’s sweet pain how I need to come.
And by the look in Axel’s hypnotic eyes, the tightening grip of his choking stroke over his hard dick, he’s fighting the urge to come, too. It’s taking him over.