Taking the Lead(8)

"Yes. But why don't you call me by my name? But you can only call me by my name when you mean it like that." He moved behind me then, running his hands over my stomach and purring into my ear. "Only when by saying it you mean 'man who owns my body and my pleasure.' Say it."

"A-Axel," I stuttered.

One of his hands slid down my abdomen under the gathered waist of the gown. "You don't sound very sure of that." A finger slid right over my pubic bone but stopped short of my clit. "Who am I?"

"Axel," I tried again.

"Who?"

The man who owns my body and my pleasure. I leaned back against him, touching my tongue to the back of my teeth as I sucked in a breath. "Axel," I breathed.

"That's it," he said, and rewarded me with a long stroke over my clit.

I was copiously wet and my clit throbbed under his touch, as if being neglected before had made it all the more desperate for contact.

"Last chance to take your gown off before I ruin it," he whispered in my ear as his finger switched to circling my clit.

"Don't stop," I answered, my belly quivering. "Please don't stop."

I couldn't imagine how a man could be so good at fingering a woman without feeling what she was feeling herself. Maybe he'd had a lot of practice. Maybe he was good at reading my reactions. Maybe both. I couldn't really think that deeply about it while his hand played in my panties like a virtuoso. He spread my lips with his outer fingers while the inner ones teased the underside of my clit, and when that ache turned white hot and unbearable he soothed it with another round of circles.

On and on and on it went, until my panties were soaked with juices and my neck was soaked with sweat, until again we reached that point where it was too much for me and I tried to struggle away from him.

Except that just like before he held me fast and didn't let me get away, plying the pleasure onto my flesh no matter how I writhed or struggled. The struggle became heated but again there was no way I could win it.

I reached the point of surrender once more, gasping as I went limp and then a second time as he chose that moment to plunge a finger into me, the sudden stimulation from inside rocketing me into orgasm. I found I was too hoarse to scream, but I made a long moan as his finger inside me continued to wiggle and crook against a pleasure spot inside, drawing the orgasm out longer than I expected and still not letting up when the peak had passed, making me cry out in distress. "Oh God, oh God!"

He clucked his tongue. "That's not the name you mean to call out, is it?"

"Axel!" I sobbed. He didn't let up one bit. "Axel, oh God, Axel."

"Are you going to come again? Come again for me."

I had often heard orgasms described as "explosions," but this was the first one I'd had that felt like one. Like I blew apart. And still he did not stop, his finger inside me and the palm of his hand rubbing my clit, too.

I sobbed again. "Why don't you stop?"

"Because you begged me not to," he whispered, doubling the pace of his efforts. "Remember?"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Axel!"

"Do you want me to stop now? Do you?"

I arched back against him, exploding again, screaming "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Except these were the yesses that meant I was coming, not "yes I want you to stop." But he was merciful and let me finish coming before he slid his fingers out of me, settling to a slow, gentle massage between my legs. I could barely think: all I could do was feel. I felt incredible, every part of my body glowing, my heartbeat slowing. I couldn't remember ever coming like that because no lover before had ever pushed me so hard. Is he that special? I wondered. Am I that special? I had an unfamiliar feeling I couldn't define fizzing in my chest, and down below a new need, no less raging than the previous one, was burning hot.



       
         
       
        

"Mmm. You're amazing," he said, burying his face in my hair. "I could make you come all night long."

I didn't know what line I should deliver after something like that, so I said nothing. I'd had enough of orgasm and what I needed was much more  …  solid than that.

He gave me my cue. "Tell me what you want, Ms. Hamilton."

"You, Axel." My cheeks got hot all over again.

"Me? You have me." He slid his fingers back and forth over my swollen pussy as if he knew that would make me feel empty inside.

"I want to have sex with you."

"I am pretty sure what we just did counts as sex," he said, sounding amused.

"Your cock, Axel," I finally said, feeling the blush spread not just over my cheeks but over my whole body. And it felt good rather than mortifying-like my inhibitions had been ripped away by sheer need. "I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure? Consider before you answer. If I fuck you, I'm going to make you come on my cock."

I growled. I wanted him to get to it now, not talk to me about it. "That's the point of fucking, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's the point. But I'll warn you. After you have my cock, you'll find all others inferior. In fact, you might find it difficult to come without it inside you." He gave me an insouciant grin. "Fair warning."

"Prove it," I said, trying to goad him.

"I will. When I'm good and ready," he said. "I think you're forgetting who's in charge here."

The words laced through me like a shock, sending my mind tumbling and another rush of lust through me. Why did it affect me like that when he took charge?

I'd have to think about it some time when I could think. Right now he was pulling me down to rub my cheek against his erection and even though I didn't really have a thing for oral sex I found myself salivating. His flesh was hard as stone. I could feel it throbbing and it was like every throb was answered by one between my legs.

"You feel that?" he said. "You still want it?"

Each word he said only melted away my resistance even more. "Yes, Axel, yes."

"Then you'll do exactly as I say, won't you, Ms. Hamilton?"

"Yes!" There wasn't any idea in my mind of doing anything except exactly what he said. Wanting him blotted out any other thoughts. I hadn't known it was possible to want someone, or something, so much.


AXEL

"All right. Just remember, you asked for it." This was going way better than I could have dreamed. Ricki Hamilton was like putty in my hands. Warm, hormone-soaked, woman-scented putty. Yes, the playboy image was definitely working a lot better than my old one, which Christina called "emo urchin." The less said about that the better. I ran my hand up and down between Ricki's legs one more time for good measure. "On your hands and knees." I pushed her forward for effect and she went with it, wiggling her ass toward me as I flipped her gown over her back. 

"Hold still," I told her, and I reached into the storage compartment where I had stashed some stuff. Sakura and I had originally planned to go from the ceremony to a series of parties, so I had previously stashed my toiletry bag and a change of clothes.

I took out the straight razor with one hand while I rubbed her buttock with the other. "I meant it when I said hold still."

She froze. I slipped the blade under the edge of her panties and cut them away. I think she said "holy shit" or something like it.

I was kind of thinking the same thing. Ultimate bad-boy sex. Taking charge sure as hell was working for me. Every time my erection started to flag a little, I would say something and it would kick back up. Right now it was stiff as a flagpole. I slid my boots off and finally got out of those damn faux-leather stretch pants.

Condom. Just in case. I tossed it in front of her. "Open it."

It turned me on so much whenever I saw her hands shake. She took the little square in her fingers without picking her elbows up off the carpet. "I thought you said you were clean," she said.

"I am. I just like the fact that this shows you what's coming. You're about to get fucked, Ms. Hamilton. In case there was any doubt."

She could barely tear it open her fingers were trembling so much, but she was waggling her behind at me at the same time. Wetness oozed down beautifully; I wasn't going to need lube, that was for sure.

"Good. Hand it back to me."

I took the condom from her and rolled it onto myself. She hadn't turned to look at me and I wondered about that. Was she that completely submissive to me at that moment? I decided to find out.

"Face on the carpet. Reach back and spread your cheeks. Show me where you want me."

She did it without hesitation. So hot. I wondered if I was even going to last three seconds inside her.

Better take it slow. I rubbed the head up and down against her, getting it good and slick.

I decided to fuck her with just the tip. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and fed the two inches or so sticking out into her. That produced a lovely whimper. So did the thrusts that followed, shallow but numerous. Yes, that was nice.

Her whimpers took on a desperate edge and she began to rock back against me, but she couldn't make me go deeper with my fist around my cock like it was.

"What do I have to say to get you to fuck me for real?" There was a hitch in her voice, almost like she was about to cry.