Chapter Eleven

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Novella

I hummed along softly to the music playing from my laptop speakers as I typed out the report from Axel's meeting yesterday evening. Because we ended up working late, he'd decided I needed a chill day at home, though I still wanted to work. It gave me something to do, and I liked serving him. Something in me settled when I did things for him.

And I was pretty sure Axel was picking up on that.

"Baby girl," Axel rumbled, making me look up from my computer, my fingers poised over the keys, "can you go up to our room and grab my burner phone out of the top drawer of my nightstand? It's a simple flip phone."

I nodded and pushed back from the desk he'd set up for a couple of weeks ago. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I left the office, and a small smile tilted my lips. I liked having his eyes on me. It made me feel... special, in a way. Like I was worthy of his attention.

Axel Legend was a powerful, wealthy, very busy man. And yet, he still made time for me. Still made me his priority.

It was a bit addicting.

Pushing open our bedroom door, I stepped inside and headed over to the nightstand on his side of the bed. I blinked in surprise at the sight of handcuffs, rope, and toys. I swallowed thickly, my belly tightening. Did Axel like to tie his women up?

If so, why hadn't he tied me up yet?

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I quickly grabbed the phone he needed and closed the drawer back. My bare feet padded softly down the stairs and into his office. He smiled at me in thanks as I handed him the phone. "Thank you, baby." He flipped it open and dialed a number before bringing the phone to his ear. I stayed where I was, twisting my fingers nervously.

He said if I had questions, all I had to do was ask. It pleased him when I was openly curious about things. And I was definitely curious about what he had upstairs in our bedroom.

He watched me as he handled his phone call to Griffin, his eyes never leaving mine. Eventually, he rolled back from his desk a little and patted his lap—a silent instruction for me to come sit. Immediately, my feet carried me around his desk, and I straddled his lap, burrowing my face in the curve of his neck. His arm came around me, holding me to him.

"Let me know how it goes," Axel finally said, ending his call and setting his burner on the desk. "Baby, look at me."

I lifted my head and met his gaze. He reached up and rubbed the pad of his thumb over my lower lip. "What's on your mind?"

My cheeks flushed a little, but I didn't drop my gaze from his. Still, I began playing with the end of his t-shirt, my face feeling hot. "I, um, I saw... toys and handcuffs in your nightstand," I told him quietly. "What are they for?"

He smiled then. "Curious little thing, aren't you?" I shrugged, my shoulders reaching my ears. "I'm into BDSM," he gently explained. "Do you know what that is?" I nodded. I read about it in books; I'd always been curious but had never felt safe enough with someone to try it—not until Axel, anyway. His thumbs pushed under my shirt, caressing my hip bones. "I like to restrain my women—have them at my mercy. And I like to edge them—withhold their orgasms until they're crying and begging me to let them come." My breath hitched in my throat, my panties becoming damp at his words. A low rumble of satisfaction sounded from deep within his chest. "You like the sound of that, baby girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed, nodding my head.

He leaned forward and kissed me. I moaned, my fingers tightening in his shirt as I followed his lead, letting him fuck his tongue between my lips. Let him devour me.

"Want a demonstration?"

I nodded again. "Please, Daddy."

He groaned and stood from his chair, his hands gripping my ass to hold me up. I wound my arms and legs around him, letting him carry me from the office and up the stairs to our room. I trembled when he laid me back on the soft mattress. When he looked up at me, letting his eyes meet mine, I nodded, silently letting him know I still wanted this.

He kissed me softly before peeling my clothes off of me piece by piece until I was naked. My nipples pebbled in the air, and I was so wet—so ready for him—that my thighs were damp. Without a word, he maneuvered my body into the center of the mattress, pulling my arms into position. Then, he reached into the bedside table and grabbed the cuffs.

"Before I put these on you, I need you to repeat the traffic signals to me. Green is good. It means you're okay to continue playing. Yellow means you need to pause, and we need to reevaluate. Red stops all play immediately. Understand?"

I nodded. "Green is good. Yellow is a break. Red means stop."

He pressed a kiss to my belly. "Good girl." I shivered at his praise, and then my breath was hitching in my throat as he cuffed my wrists to the headboard. He ran his eyes over me before mapping out the curves of my body with his slightly calloused hands. "Fuck, baby, you look good like this, completely at my mercy." He licked a path between my breasts, and I whimpered. "All fucking mine."

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered. "All yours."

He kissed me again then before standing beside the bed and stripping off his clothes. His cock hung heavy and hard between his hair-roughened thighs, and my mouth watered. Noticing where my gaze lingered, he gripped the length and gave it a squeeze. "Don't worry, baby. I'll fill you up with my cum before this is over," he promised.

Fuuuuck. I moaned, my back arching at his words alone.

I was needy. Sue me. And I really wanted his baby.

He crawled onto the bed between my thighs and began sucking and licking a path down my neck, all over my chest, and across my breasts before he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I cried out, my back arching. He nibbled on the hardened nub, making me see stars, before he popped off and switched to the other, giving it the same treatment.

My belly quivered as he worked his way down between my thighs, and when he hooked my legs over his shoulders, my breath stalled in my lungs. Every muscle in my body tightened, and then I was crying out as his tongue worked my clit before he began to tongue fuck me, his thumb now circling that tight bundle of nerves. I writhed. Moaned. Whimpered. Fucking sobbed.

I knew Axel was an expert with his tongue, but God, the way he was eating me out now was unbelievable. Over and over, he drew me to the edge before backing off again. I was so sensitive, too sensitive.

"Daddy," I begged, a tear running down my cheek. "Daddy, please. Hurts."

"You're so pretty when you're hurting for me," he rumbled. "You can take it, baby. You wanted to try this, remember?"

I sobbed, more tears running down my cheeks as he sucked on my clit, backing off right as I began cresting that mountain. My hands circled the cuffs, yanking on them. "Daddy," I begged, my chest heaving.

He lifted his head, looking up at me. His chin was damp, his eyes darker than usual. "Color?" he growled.

My lips trembled. "Green, Daddy."

He hummed and pressed a kiss to my belly before sliding two fingers inside of me. My heels pressed into the mattress, and my eyes rolled back in my head. He made a noise of approval as he fucked his thick fingers in and out of me, his thumb working my clit again. I thrashed. Thought I was begging, too, but I was pretty sure it was a bunch of unintelligible gibberish. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. I was climbing higher and higher. Fucking floating out of my body.

"Come for me, baby."

I shattered. I might have screamed. The room went black, and it sounded like the ocean was whooshing in my ears.

When I came back to Earth, Axel had my legs folded over his arms, and he was fucking me, his eyes intent on my face. He grinned. "There's my pretty baby," he rasped, leaning down to kiss me. "You ready to take Daddy's cum, baby girl? You ready for me to fill you up?"

I nodded. "Please, Daddy. Please. Please. Please," I sobbed, wishing I could touch him. My lips trembled, my chest heaving. "Touch. Need," I begged, yanking on the cuffs so hard, my wrists throbbed.

He pressed his body into mine before he kissed me, robbing me of my breath. It wasn't enough, but it would do. I whined into his mouth, still tugging on the cuffs, but Axel had me. He would take care of me. He always did.

My back bowed off the bed again. "Daddy—"

"I know, baby. Give it to me," he rumbled. "Milk my cock. Take it all inside of you."

I cried out, my eyes rolling back as my walls fluttered around his thick cock. He moaned, biting at my collarbone as his shaft swelled inside of me before he began pumping me full of his seed, fucking it deep into my cunt.

My body went slack, my eyes sliding shut. I was vaguely aware of him releasing me from the restraints, and then he was shoving a pillow beneath my hips and settling his body over mine, pressing me into the mattress.

"Daddy's got you, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Go to sleep."

My body softened, and in the safety of his arms, his body on top of mine, I slipped into sleep, too tired to even dream.