Taking the Lead(55)

With that he thrust into me, one deep stab so fast it almost hurt, except that I wanted it so much.

There was no blindfold now, no ropes, no leather, but somehow I felt every bit as bound as I had when I had been in the stocks with my neck and wrists immobilized and my ankles spread by an iron bar. With his tongue claiming my mouth, his arms wrapped around my back, and his cock buried deep inside me, I felt  …  at home. "I'm yours," I heard myself whispering as he slid all the way out of me and then thrust in again, claiming me again.



       
         
       
        

I'd never been fucked like this before. My experience had been that once a guy was in, he was in, and he'd sprint to the finish line.

But this was Axel, and how many times was I going to learn that Axel wasn't like other guys? He pulled all the way free again and thrust all the way in again, making me gasp.

"How do you feel?" he asked, as he pulled free and then teased at my wet lips with the head of his cock.

"Lucky," I said.

"Fuck me? Did you say 'fuck me'?"

"Lucky!" I tried to say it louder. My voice really was shot. "Just think, if we hadn't met, or hadn't met the way we did  … " I might be on a date with Grant Randolph and hating it right now. Or working for him. Ugh.

"Mmm, lucky," he murmured in agreement, and plowed me again.

"That makes your cock feel huge," I said.

"Mmm, and it makes your pussy feel incredible. Every time I pull out it's like you plump up in anticipation." He wiggled the head back and forth again and I whimpered with need.

I don't know how long it went on like that, with him driving into me, occasionally giving a couple of pumps and a grind, and then he would pull out and tease me. He sometimes pushed into me with agonizing slowness, and pulled out just as slowly, leaving me making hungry sounds, trying to get him back again. But there was no hurrying him. It was almost like Axel went into a kind of fugue state, where time didn't move; only his hips did.

And then he pulled out and closed his eyes. His voice was hoarse and tight and I feared what he might be thinking as he demanded, "How do you feel?"

I cradled his face in my hands. "Like I love you more than anything else in the world."

He opened his eyes and I could see the shimmer of unshed tears there.

I went on. "Like I want to cherish you the way you cherish me. I need your help to do that, though, Axel. We need to figure out how to make it work together. But we will. I don't just need you. I don't just want your body. I love you. I love you and everything else we'll figure out later."

He smiled as he filled me with his cock, a smile that was like the sunrise. "I love you, too, Ricki Hamilton. I love you, too."





EPILOGUE


SIX MONTHS LATER


RICKI

Paul breezed into the office with a small stack of mail and plopped the latest print edition of The Tinseltown Tab in front of me with a smug smile.

There on the front page was a photo from the press conference where Mandy and I had announced the launch of our new company, WOMedia. "Have you paged through it yet?"

"You have to get all the way to page twenty-two before you find the one of you and Axel leaving the jewelry store," he said. 

"Good." I paged through just to see it. The photo was quite blurry, showing the two of us crossing the street outside the Harry Winston diamond shop in Manhattan. The caption read: Rumors continue to swirl about whether heiress Ricki Hamilton and rock singer Axel Hawke are, or aren't, Hollywood's latest power couple. Sources could not confirm whether any rings were purchased on this visit to the "Jeweler to the Stars."

I reached up to touch my throat without realizing it. While we were in New York we'd gone to Winston's to get Nana's diamond choker refitted. I wasn't wearing it now, of course, but I could almost feel Axel's fingers, playing along the sensitive places in my neck  …

"Ricki. It's nearly four and you've got a party to prep for." Paul jerked me from my reverie with a reminder.

"Right." I stood and stretched, then looked under my desk for my sandals. "Have you seen my shoes?"

"I think you came down to the office today in bare feet," Paul said. "Speaking of which, right now there's a sale on yoga pants from that all-natural fibers, fair-trade website you like."

While WOMedia was still young, I was working from home, and I hadn't put on heels or a blazer once since the press conference. We'd be opening an office soon enough, but right now I was enjoying the freedom. I could start a blog called Yoga Pants CEO. "Is Axel here yet?"

"I believe he's right outside."

"Great. Send him in, and you can get out of here. We're taking tomorrow off, remember. Got hot plans for tonight?"

"Mm-hm. Netflix and take-out sushi," he said with a smirk. "See you Monday."

He swanned out and a moment later Axel popped his head in, knocking on the wooden door frame with his knuckles. "Is the boss in?"

I met him halfway across the office with a quick kiss. "No, the boss is most definitely off the clock," I said.

"Good." He let the gear bag on his shoulder drop to the floor and he stripped my top over my head before I could take a breath. His thumbs hooked around my nipples and his mouth went to my neck, but he didn't linger there. His hands slid down my back, under the waistband of my yoga pants, and a moment later I was stepping out of them, entirely naked.

"Mm, Ricki." He nuzzled the crook between my thigh and body, then stood up, pulling me against him. He was wearing his usual, jeans and a leather jacket, and the zipper of the jacket felt cold against my bare skin. "Are you ready for tonight?"

My heart, which had already sped up to ninety miles an hour when he'd stripped me, skipped a beat. "I think so."

"You can always give me the sign to stop," he said. "Do you want to see the ropes I brought?"

"Are they different?"

"Come look." He knelt down and unzipped the bag.

I knelt down beside him. There were coils and coils of finely made, silky smooth rope. Unlike all the rope we'd been practicing with, which was white, these were in brilliant colors. "Gorgeous." I picked one up that was scarlet. Under it was purple. "Where did you get these?"

"Sakura has a friend who makes them especially for bondage purposes."

"Of course she does." I felt a flutter of excitement. "She's coming tonight, right?"

"You're in charge of the guest list for these secret parties, not me," Axel said with a laugh.

"Well, except there's no list because if we had a list it could be incriminating, and I've had too much going on in my head to remember."



       
         
       
        

"Mm-hm. Well, tonight you will have only one thing on your mind."

"Rope?"

"Pleasing me," he said sternly, but then cracked a grin. He stood. "Now. If I'm going to have you in a bodysuit for the actual bondage scene that means I better get my fill of your gorgeous body before we go to the dungeon." He took a quick look around the office. "Bend over the desk. Arms out. Palms flat against it."

I went to the wide oak desk without hesitation and took the position he'd asked for. That put my face on top of the article about us visiting the diamond shop.

I heard his jacket and trousers drop to the floor.

His hand ran down my buttocks and then teased its way toward my center. One finger worked open the seam and probed gently. "Tsk tsk. Not nearly wet enough for how hard I want to fuck you." I could feel his erection burning against my leg. "Let's see if ten spanks on each cheek improves the situation."

There were no "warm up" swats this time, just ten breath-stealingly painful smacks on my left and then ten on my right, leaving me gasping and writhing against the desk. His fingers slid from my tailbone downward, right into a thick, slick patch of my body's lubrication.

"That's better. Oh, Ricki. You're perfect."

The next thing I felt was the head of his cock sliding up and down in the wetness. Just when I was considering begging him to put it in, he thrust into me with one forceful stroke. His hands took hold of my hips.

"Now we're going to take a few steps back from the desk," he said, and we edged backward. "Use your hands on the desk to give you leverage," he said. "Your job is to fuck yourself on me until I come."

"May I point out that we have a party to prepare for?"

"You may, and that's all the more reason to make it happen fast, Ms. Hamilton. I suggest you squeeze me tight and set a hard rhythm."

I couldn't help but squeeze his cock with my insides when he said that and I felt a deep throb of my own arousal spread through me as I did. "Am I allowed to come?"

"If you happen to come while you're getting me off, that's fine," he said casually. "Your one goal is to get your insides coated with my come. Now, go."

He had braced his feet somehow so I could push myself back against him as hard as I wanted. With my hands on the desk I rocked back and forth, feeling his flesh penetrating deeply into me on each push.