I could feel Axels fingertips gripping into my skin forcefully, bruising the delicate skin underneath. I tried to pry free, grunting and pulling away from his hold.
He looked back, huffing into the air towards me.
"Oh, please," he sighed.
"Don't waste your energy, Kit. You'll need it soon enough." He winked and I could feel my cheeks begin to burn with anticipation.
I poked my tongue out, tilted my chin upward and furrowed my brows, protesting and pulling away regardless.
Axels' head fell back in laughter and he shook his head, not faulting a single step towards the Play Pen.
"But I don't want to play," I lied, using my free hand to sluggishly pull at his tightened fingers wrapped around my wrist. He laughed once more, before coming to a halt outside of the playroom door and tugging me towards him. I spun around as he pulled me, like I was weightless. My back hit the door with a loud thud and suddenly, Axel stood just inches away from my face. The mood didn't feel so light anymore. Instead, it had quickly been replaced with this heavy, sweet pressure that sit on my shoulders as he looked so deeply into my eyes, I could have sworn that he was looking into my soul.
His dark eyes flickered from my lips, to my sights, then back again. He licked his own lips- his breath steady, but hungry.
"Now," he began. I could feel my hands shaking in anticipation, so I grabbed at the ends of my dress, wiping perspiration from my hands and inhaling shakily.
"What has Mr. Axel told you about being a little fucking brat?" His harsh breath blew over me like a hurricane. I swallowed hard, staring intently at his full lips.
"Mr. Axel told me that if I act like a brat, I will be punished accordingly." My voice was shallow- trembling under his close presence.
A dark, sinful grin slowly spread across his face. He raised his hand, brushing my hardened nipples through my thin dress and brought his hand up to my chin. He lifted my head with his forefinger, forcing me to look into his eyes.
"And does Kit understand just how much I would love to punish her right now?" I nod quickly, excitement practically rolling off my skin. His low voice was like catnip to my senses. I didn't want to play anymore. I needed to feel him- feel him and watch him have his way with me. And as if he could hear my thoughts, he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine- excruciatingly softly.
"Then let's play.." he breathed into my quivering mouth.
He twisted the door-handle behind me; wrapping his thick arm around my waist to stop me from falling into the room.
I inhale the smell of leather, steel and lavender oil; all scents that had quickly become my favourites. He swung me around and wrapped his other arm around me, pushing his face into my neck and nibbling my earlobe playfully. I squeal, pushing on his hands to let go of me. He swung me back around to face him again and before I could hiccup, his fingertips were teasing at the hem of my short dress.
"Please, tell me you aren't wearing panties in the Play Pen." He threatened more than asked, and I was so, so glad that I had taken them off before he got home. I smiled sheepishly and he searched my expression for the answer.
"There's my good girl," he smiled and with a single, swift tug, lifted my dress up and over my head. He threw it to the ground beside us, disregarding everything apart from the naked body that stood before him.
"Fuuuuck," he drew out long sigh, folding his hands around me- touching me and feeling me everywhere his hands could reach. I revelled in his attention, my limbs turning to jelly everywhere he felt. His fingertips landed on my wrists and suddenly, his touch wasn't soft anymore. I clamped my eyes shut as he squeezed -tight- and flung me across the room. The smell of varnished wood flooded my senses as my cheek slapped Axels cold, welcoming X-frame. I opened my eyes to a fierce Axel in my space again, grabbing onto my wrist once more and pushing his lips against mine. He fastened my wrists first, forcing my hands away from his hard torso and pinning them up against the frame. The resistance was torturous, yet so damn satisfying. I tugged uselessly at the restraints as he began kissing my neck, my breasts, my torso and kneeled onto the ground in front of me. His hands slid down every inch of my body, smoothing down my legs as he reached for the restraints for my ankles. He tugged on all four of the cuffs, making sure that his little princess wasn’t going anywhere. I shook and squirmed and grunted restlessly, knowing that Axel would always purposefully take his time- soaking in the image before him, teasing me until my arousal would drip down my thighs.
He took a step back, crossing his arms and eyeing off his prize.
“Mmm...” he hummed, and my cheeks burnt a deep red under his gaze. Play time....
I hadn’t realised that I'd been moaning his name into the thick air- softly, repeatedly, until I could feel him smiling into my neck as he licked and sucked and bit my tender skin over and over again; imprinting his possession onto me. He drew back momentarily, all signs of amusement leaving his face before I could see. Nonetheless, I revel in the light shining in his eyes as he admires his work. He uses his thumb to subtly draw over bruises that had begun painting my neck. The gentleness of his brush held such contrast compared to how strong his grasp on my wrists were just moments before and I couldn't help but feel as though my defences were crumbling beneath his touch. He turns his sights to look into my eyes. Although I stood naked, chained by every limb and utterly, physically defenceless, I hadn't felt so exposed until now. Goosebumps danced over my skin when I saw the look he was giving me; the entire world suddenly melted away. Nothing else existed anymore. Just him; his dark-brown, dominant gaze and his thumb stroking so softly on my sensitive neck. I was holding my breath, unable to read his thoughts and awaiting anxiously for his next move, when his lips parted just enough for his tongue to flick over his bottom lip. The silence was both excruciating and beautiful, but I would have chosen his voice over oxygen in this moment.
"You are so perfect to me, kitten..." he whispered, studying my facial features and forcing my heart to fall into his hands. I let go of my breath with a rugged exhale, desperately fighting the urge to cry as he began leaning in closer to me. Time had suddenly stopped moving and I couldn't fathom any thought, other than 'please, please kiss me'. Our mouths collided with a roaring passion; one I could never have dreamed. Gently massaging my tongue with his own, he hooks a single, warm hand around my jaw and squeezes his fingertips into my cheeks, taking control of any unhinged movements I had left. He tasted of subtle mint and felt like fucking ecstasy. He groaned in a low, dark growl, using his free hand to slide up my slick, panting torso and landing on my naked breast. Without faulting our dancing tongues, he pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, the short stinging and tugging creating a pool of need that rapidly built inside me. I tried to let my head fall back, however hindered by the grip he held on my cheeks.
"Oh, we haven't even started," he teased and pulled my mouth back to his.
I moaned into his mouth, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head as he tongued and pinched and felt his way around my body.
He pulled away from my mouth, eyeing off his messy, lust-drunk toy, before moving his lips to my breasts. Still pinching my cheeks, he forced me to look down at him; meeting eyes with the most gorgeous image I had ever seen. He wrapped his mouth around my nipple- slowly, precisely- never breaking eye contact. It was the most intimate experience of my fucking life. He sucked at my skin, knowingly sending waves of yearn to envelope me. I was a travesty of moans and teary eyes and, fucking hell, I needed to feel him inside me. He let go of my face to replace his handfuls with my chest. He pressed his face between my curved breasts, squeezing them into the sides of his jaws; wiping his stubble onto my achy skin. He sighed in arousal.
"So perfect..." he exhaled.
"Axel..." I whispered. He looked up once more with a subtly smirk teasing the sides of his plump lips.
"In good time, kitten." He purred, knowing exactly what I wanted.
He kissed the space between my breasts.
"I know what you need..."
Axel winked and I found myself yanking the restraints, trying desperately to put my hands on him. He was everything in this moment- playful yet stern, selfish yet giving. Patient, yet hungry. He continued to kiss down my torso, leaving a trail of passion with each contact. His hands followed and I felt utterly, completely covered in him.
He reached between my thighs, cupping me in his hand. Purposefully not giving me what I had wanted.
I groaned in agony.
"This...." he began, shaking me with a rough grab.
"This is mine." He let go, replacing his hand with his jaw faster than I had a chance to recover. His tongue plunged between my thighs and his hands wrapped around my backside. The sensation was indescribable. I became a tsunami of moaning and squirming helplessly as he continued to eat me like he hadn't had a meal in days. Pushing deeper, sucking me into his mouth and licking me like his favourite ice-cream.
"Axel," I screamed and moaned into the air as he ravished me. My legs began shaking uncontrollably. I raised my hands, gripping onto the length of my restraints, afraid that if I had nothing to hold on to I would melt into a pool of sin beneath his knees. He growled into another lick and the vibration of his hum was enough to catapult me into an explosive orgasm. My head fell back onto the frame. All of my limbs stiffened and melted at the same time. My visioned blurred, leaving behind sparks of coloured euphoria. The world fell apart; as did I.
"Oh, kit.." he swooned as I began trying to catch my breath again. He wiped his mouth, standing up to tower over me once again. A betraying tear left my eye as my emotions swarmed and spiralled inside me. That's when he smiled, placed a hand behind my broken head and pulled me to his chest.