“Offer them to me,” he rasped out. “Lift them to me.”
Her breath caught as she obeyed, cupping her mounds in her palms. They spilled over her smaller hands, but she brought the stiff tips closer to his mouth, and that’s all he needed.
He latched onto one, sucking it deep and hard, giving it a little pinch with his teeth.
Mystery yelped, and Axel waited a breath, a heartbeat, then . . . There came that moan he wanted. From the startled note it held, he suspected the nip of pain had awakened her nipples with sensations she’d never felt.
She wrapped her hands around his head and held him close to her breast. He hadn’t given her permission to touch him. He enjoyed her urgency and the closeness for a moment. Someday, he’d make love to Mystery softly and let her touch him at will. Today wasn’t that day. Everything inside screamed not only to dominate but to claim her, to bind her to him with pleasure. Because he still didn’t know if she would truly want him when the real world came calling again, when her father found out and the tabloids questioned why she was with a man who came from the backwoods, hadn’t finished college, and often liked guns more than people. But maybe, if he gave Mystery more pleasure than she could manage, when the dust settled with whoever pursued her, none of that would matter.
Winding his grip around her wrist, he pulled her hands from his scalp and drilled her with a chastising stare. “I told you to offer them to me. Don’t stop until I say otherwise.”
She licked her lips, then lifted her breasts to him again. “Sorry. Yes, Axel.”
Untrained, yes. But so beautifully compliant. He brushed a thumb down her still-wet tip, watching it bob and perk for him. He pinched it, teased it with the hint of his nail . . . and took in her pleading cry for more.
He held in a smile and shifted to her other nipple, stabbing the air and waiting for attention. Against his tongue, it puckered. Her breast swelled. Like a sweet sub, she kept presenting herself for his feasting. She offered. She welcomed. Yes, he’d told her to, but she could have safeworded out. Instead, she looked all too breathless and happy to comply.
He gave her a harder bite with his teeth while holding the other between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and sliding the pad over her sensitive nub. She gasped, jolted. Barely a moment later, she gave him a long, low moan deep from her throat.
“You’re processing the bite faster,” he murmured with satisfaction. “So fucking pretty.”
“I understand it better now. Having just a little edge is . . . lovely.”
Yes, she was a sub to the core, and pride rolled through Axel. He fully intended to teach her about her body and flirt with her boundaries—then ease her past any that merely held her back.
“Mmm. Knowing you feel that way only makes me harder.” He let out a rough sigh. “Stand and take off your shoes.”
He helped her to her feet, then watched as she kicked off her flip-flops. He eased her pants the rest of the way down her thighs. As she stepped out of them, he cast her shoes aside and placed a soft, lingering kiss on the pad of her pussy.
“This is mine,” he insisted in a soft, growled tone, brushing his knuckles across the smooth flesh just over her clit. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes, Axel,” she rushed to say.
“You know that. Good. I’m still going to prove that to you. Get on the bed. In the middle. Legs spread.”
She made her way along the side of the bed, hips swaying, gorgeous ass on display, before crawling on the mattress. She glanced back at him—not in confusion or indecision. Her stare was all come-hither.
He chuckled. “Oh, you’re inviting trouble now. I’m so going to fuck you, princess.”
She rolled to her back and arched, breasts upthrust as she spread her legs. “Promise?”
Axel sauntered over and sat on the side of the bed, next to her. “You just keep tempting the devil. See what it gets you.”
Mystery didn’t reply, just watched him grab her wrists and lift them over her head. Since this used to be Thorpe’s bedroom and he’d combed every inch of the place when Joaquin had been protecting Bailey here, Axel knew damn well all the kink features built in.
He hit a button, and out popped a pair of leather, sheepskin-lined cuffs from behind a panel. The chains holding them together rattled. She gasped.
He smiled as he buckled one around each wrist. “Tug on those.”
She did, testing the restriction of her movement gently at first. Then she jerked a little harder. The more she thrashed against her bonds and realized she wasn’t going anywhere, the shallower her breathing became. Her eyes rolled shut. Bliss transformed her face.
Axel’s cock jerked so fucking hard he wondered if all the blood in his body had flooded south.
She moaned, tossing her head, seemingly lost in the pleasure of the binds themselves. What a damn pretty sight . . . But he couldn’t let her get too far into her own head. He still had more to give her.
After he watched her for a long moment, he cupped her face in his hands. “Stop. Look at me.” He waited for her to comply, then delved down into her slightly unfocused hazel eyes. “You’re well and truly bound. Unless you say your safe word, you’re not going anywhere until I release you.”
Mystery whimpered and bucked her hips. Jesus, the girl loved being restrained. The pressure around her wrists would be a constant reminder that he was with her. At least that’s how some subs described the sensation. For them, the cuffs served mentally as nonstop attention from their Dom, snug enough to feel like some sort of affection. Clearly, the bindings tripped an emotional trigger inside her.
Axel was damn grateful. He could think of a hundred ways to restrain her. But he’d start simple for now. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait to feel her around him.
“Remember, no orgasms without permission.”
“Yes, Axel.” She said the words, but the begging tone told him she was already desperate and asking for one.
Not even close yet, princess . . .
“Don’t forget. I want all your pleas, whimpers, groans, and screams. Be as loud as you need to. I’ll drink every sound in.” While hearing her would excite the hell out of Axel, it would also serve notice to her bodyguard and would-be lover in the bedroom next door that any hope he might have of making Mystery his was dead.
“Yes, Axel.”
“Good. Now spread nice and wide for me. I want to see every bit of that pussy that’s mine.”
* * *
MYSTERY sucked in a sharp breath. Axel seemed to know exactly what to say to ratchet her arousal up yet another notch.
She slid her feet apart across the mattress, her toes unconsciously flexing, heels digging in at the thought of Axel keeping her captive here and just staring to his cock’s content. Maybe she should have felt self-conscious or exposed or ashamed by how badly she wanted him, but no. She simply felt ready to combust.
“Pretty.” He complimented her, dragging his palm up her calf, the outside of her thigh, her hip, then finally back to her breasts, his thumbs and fingers making a quick, ruthless vise around her nipples. When she cried out, he released her and eased back, scooting down the bed to hover over her sex. “I want to inspect this pussy. Open to me.”
Mystery moaned and spread her thighs even wider, beyond eager to give him everything he demanded, anything that would make him want her tomorrow and the next day. And the next . . .
“You like being commanded in bed,” Axel murmured, his voice low and thick. “We’re going to get along great.” He parted her folds with his thumbs, then drew in a long breath. “You smell so good. That night in the ghost town? I could smell you then, too. Drove me out of my fucking mind.”
“Everything about you made me want you,” she admitted breathlessly. “Everything. Your knowledge of the landscape, your kindness, your protectiveness . . . your sexiness. I remember thinking that, until you, I’d never met a man.”