Wicked for You (Wicked Lovers 10)

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.”

His ego probably puffed up at her words. His chest certainly did. Despite the hot need rolling through her veins, the sight warmed her heart.

“That’s good to hear,” he murmured. “I admit, I never quite figured if you wanted me because you had a bad case of hero worship or whether you saw beyond that.”

“I did think you were my hero, but it’s more. It always has been. It’s like . . . we’re in sync.”

“We click,” he agreed. “To me, you’re gorgeous.” He turned his attention back to her aching sex. “In every way. I knew when we met that you were a survivor. Despite your dad’s wealth and fame, you’re not spoiled or difficult. You’re sunny and sweet and a little bit naughty. And look at you now, so ripe and rosy and pouting for attention.”

Mystery struggled against her bonds. She didn’t want out of them. Oddly, they made her feel secure, like she was anchored to him in some way and he’d never let her fall. But everything inside her yearned to invite him in deeper. Never in her life had she felt this need to give herself to a man. Her sexual past had consisted far more of pretty boys who didn’t know much about giving an orgasm, much less getting in her head and fulfilling her fantasies. As with everything else, Axel was a whole new breed.

Since she couldn’t tempt him with her actions, she fell back on words. “Spreading my legs for yo

u is so arousing. Your stare almost feels like a touch. I remember every moment in your bed earlier today, the way you tasted me. I want you to take all of me. I’m dying to give you everything you want. I don’t know how to make that happen or what to do or—”

“Sweetest sub,” he praised. “You were stunning, but having you spread out for me this way”—he skated his thumb over her clit, making her jump and moan with desire—“I’m humbled. And I don’t think I’ve ever wanted inside anyone as fucking much as I want you now.”

She smiled. “You always know just what to say.”

“I say what’s on my mind. And right now, that’s all about this.”

Axel leaned in, peered closely at her pussy. The thought of him looking at her so intently made her need and squirm. And when he pulled her even farther apart with his thumbs, then leaned in closer, she lifted to him.

“Normally, I’d think you meant to coerce me to put my mouth on you. But you’re giving yourself to me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I don’t know how you sometimes read my mind, but I love that.”

He placed the softest, almost chaste kiss right on her clit. That aroused her nearly as much as a hard pull. Without a word, he told her that he treasured her flesh, worshipped it. She melted.

“I loved getting my mouth on you this afternoon. And ever since I figured out who was in my bed, I’ve been desperate to feel your mouth on me.” Axel crawled his way up her body. “Suck my cock, princess.”

Mystery’s heart stopped. God, she’d love to taste him, get her lips around that salty, manly, sizeable cock.

As he unzipped his pants and shoved his garments down to his hips, his erection sprang free. The length was impressive, but the girth . . . Holy crap! No wonder she’d felt so tightly stretched when he’d worked his way inside her. A tingle zapped her from head to toe at the thought of feeling it again.

Eagerly, she opened her mouth to him. He braced his big palm on the wall above the headboard and used the other to feed the huge head past her willing lips. She had to open wide and worried fleetingly that she didn’t have enough experience to please him. But when her lips closed around him, they both groaned together. She stopped worrying.

“Jesus, princess. Yes. Deeper.”

She strained her neck up, wanting to take more of him on her tongue. His flavor was clean and masculine. She smelled his natural musk wafting up, giving her an olfactory buzz that made her dizzy and wet. Well, wetter.

He pressed his hips forward, and his cock sank nearly to her throat. She tried to open even wider.

“So good,” he praised, lifting her by the back of the head and cradling her neck in his hand.

Now she was immobile, at his mercy. Between his cuffs, his hold, and his big body, he controlled every move she made. She couldn’t imagine anything turning her on more.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth,” he groaned.

Her stare tangled with his. The blue of his eyes had gone hot, electric. She whimpered out her need.

Axel drew back a few inches, then slowly pushed in again, deeper than before. The tip of her nose almost touched his belly. She wanted to work her head from side to side, suck more of him in, try to take every inch he had. But he had the control and he eased out of her mouth again. A deep, rumbling groan escaped from his chest. “Use your tongue.”

In answer, she swirled it around the swelling head still perched past her lips. She licked over the pinnacle, found the sensitive spot just under his ridge, then licked the shaft in desperation.

“That’s it. Oh, princess . . .” He fucked his way into her mouth again, establishing a brisk, soft rhythm. His eyes closed. His head dropped forward and ecstasy transformed his face.

For long moments, she simply tasted him, pleasured him. She’d never known how badly she longed to please a lover until Axel. Mystery suspected he could teach her a lot of things about her body and her sexuality. He’d already taught her so much about life.

“Damn . . . yes. You keep swiping the head with that wicked tongue, and it’s killing me.”

It thrilled Mystery to know that she could dismantle such a big bad man.

When he thrust in again, he plunged deeper still and nudged her throat. She did her best not to panic. She breathed through her nose, as one of her girlfriends who loved giving head had instructed, and relaxed her muscles there. Finally, the tip of her nose brushed his abdomen. She wrapped her lips around the base of his cock and sucked deep.

“Shit. Fuck. Son of a bitch!” He yanked from her mouth and dragged in deep, steadying breaths, clearly trying to bring himself under control.

Mystery couldn’t help it. The devil sitting on her shoulder prodded her, and his cock was just there in front of her, wet and purple and swollen. She peeked her tongue out and licked him like an ice cream cone.

His eyes flared open wide, gaze fixed on her, instantly sharp and predatory and just the slightest bit disapproving. “Trying to steal my control again?”

“No.” Maybe a little. “I missed your flavor.”

“But you wanted to take what I didn’t intend to give you. You didn’t have permission to drive me over the edge, but you still tried.”

“I . . . didn’t—”

“Think before you lie. Orgasm depravation is a terrible punishment. I can drive you so close to the edge again and again, then deny you for hours. Hell, I can do it for days. If you want to come again anytime soon, you’d better be honest.”

Mystery didn’t doubt him for a minute. He probably would drive her body to a clawing, aching need and suspend her there for as long as he pleased. He could likely control her body and her reactions, along with himself—in every way. That stirred her desire like mad.

“I wasn’t trying to drive you to orgasm,” she answered honestly. “But if I had, I would have liked it. I wanted to make you feel good, whether that was a little or a lot.”

“I’ll have to remember you’re a giver.” He smiled down at her as he released her neck, then brushed his fingers across her cheek, over her jaw. “You need that, don’t you?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, Axel.”

Despite the fact that she ached and clenched and wriggled in need, Mystery still wanted to give Axel whatever would please him. Somewhere in her rational head, she realized that it sounded kind of backward to put her own pleasure on hold, especially since the guys she’d slept with in the past had been of the mind that everyone was responsible for getting their own orgasms during sex. Again, Axel was totally different.

He scrambled off the bed, kicking off his pants as he went, then tore into the drawer of the nightstand, fumbling around until he found an unopened box. He ripped into it, tearing off the entire side of the cardboard to grab one of the foil squares. With his teeth, he yanked off the top of the packet, then rolled the condom down his stiff length as if his life depended on it.

Less than a heartbeat later, he lowered himself on top of her, elbows on either side of her head, and took her lips with his, using them to spread her mouth wide for his kiss. He invited himself inside, his tongue delving, capturing. He invaded her everywhere, and she felt saturated by his scent, consumed by his passion.

Mystery arched up to him, trying to get closer. She was beyond realizing that Axel stirred and excited her unlike any other man. That train had left the station years ago. But somehow, every time he touched her, he reminded her all over again.

As he pushed his fingers into her hair, he gripped the strands in his fist, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. At the same time, he probed her aching sex with his erection, a rhythmic seeking against her slick tissue until he found the spot he sought and began a relentless press forward.

The slide in felt a little easier than it had this afternoon, despite her lingering soreness. As he surged forward, she stretched around his girth, working to accommodate him and losing herself in the delicious burn. He filled her completely. Her flesh stung and tingled as he withdrew slightly and su

rged deeper—over and over.

Every ruthless thrust should have been uncomfortable, but instead the feel of him forcing her to take every inch had euphoria clouding her head like a drug. She welcomed it—and him—wholeheartedly.

With a whimper, she tilted her hips up in offering. He slid his hands under her ass and gripped tightly. Every fingertip pressed into the flesh of her backside, and he used his strength to yank her onto his cock as if he couldn’t wait another second for her to take him all the way to the hilt. He tossed his head back with a low, rumbling groan.

The force of his next drive into her had her gasping with a pleasure-pain she’d never felt. She wanted to hold him in her arms, but they were bound. She wanted to throw her legs around him, but he held her exactly where he wanted her and unleashed a