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“I think you have the right idea in mind,” I tease back, as his hand slips beneath my shirt, fingers grazing my pussy. Ironing Elena, you're supposed to be ironing! Just this action alone makes the ache between my legs throb harder.
“Anything specific in mind?”
I didn’t think I had a high sex drive, yet when home I can barely keep my hands off him. Turns out my nonexistent sex drive was because I hadn’t met him yet. As long as I could get my hands on him, I didn't care what we did. I already know I will succumb completely, Axton being my undoing, and he knows it with his teasing touches and the dirty messages he was sending all day.
Now.
Tomorrow.
Forevermore.
He is mine, and I am happily his.
He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my shoulders before rummaging in his pocket. Glancing over my shoulder, I see he has a piece of paper.
I instantly recognize my messy handwriting and try to reach for it. My heart beats erratically, knowing the hateful things I said. We were finally getting along and the idea that a stupid letter ruining it nearly sends me into a panic attack.
"Don't read that!" I snap, but he holds me tighter, pressing his forehead against mine.
"I already did. I'm not upset," he whispers. "You're right, about all of it," he tells me. I exhale, trying to turn in his arms to take it from him when he clicks his tongue.
“I want you to undress for me, and then hand me one of my ties. So I can tie you up.” I jerk away from him, only for him to hold me tighter.
"You want to tie me up?" I question. His eyes flicker, and he smiles seductively. "Scared, Elena?" he asks, gripping my hips and tugging me against his crotch.
"No..." I narrow my eyes at him, untrusting of his intentions, yet the bond tells me he is in a playful mood. He just wants me, but I know he has no kinks, so why the sudden desire to tie me up?
"Why?" I question, and he grabs me and then purrs, burying his face in my neck.
"You know why," he growls, nipping at my chin.
Just hearing the words causes my legs to tremble as my arousal spikes. The thought of being at his complete mercy and rendered to be nothing more than a toy always made me feel on the edge, terrified. Yet now with Axton, it excited me. Only Axton could turn my fears into desire. Axton won't hurt me. But I think that stupid counselor I had come out for the women three days ago got in his head. He's been weird since. She wasn't even there to see me, yet I somehow got hooked into it by Axton. How she went from a grief counseling to trauma one is beyond me. Lexa and I believe Axton set us up, he is the one that recommended her after all.
“Axton…”
“You've been handcuffed, you were fine,” he growls, giving another push against me that made my knees almost give out. “I was in heat!" I tell him before losing that train of thought when I feel his hand cup my pussy and a moan escapes my lips.
“Please…I have,” I needed to finish the folding, but his fingers distract me.
Axton lets out a seductive chuckle as he stops grinding into me. “Begging are we?” Axton asks.
"No!"
"Fuck if you won't, I will," Lexa pants in my head, wanting a piece of him.
It looks like he has already begun his teasing games. From this alone, I know I would become a needy, begging mess. All I currently want is to have my clothes ripped off of me so I can throw him on the bed. But why has he brought the letter out? And when did he find it? Once again, I lose that train of thought.
Axton's tongue runs over my neck, causing me to shiver as he teases my mark and sucks on it.
"In your letter." he purrs, lips trailing along my neck. He sucks on my mark and his arm barely slips around my waist before I crash to the floor.
"Lena?" he purrs.
"Hmm, the..." Axton chuckles.
"Yes, the letter." he hums.
"What about it?" I breathe, my hand reaching back to tug him closer. Desire courses through me. His hands on my body sending sparks everywhere.
