Page 41 of Imprisoned

“Agitated?” Another harsh laugh. “That’s one word for it. I’ve spent every minute thinking about fucking you. The voices won’t shut up about it.” I roll my neck again. “They’re so loud today, doctor. Want me to tell you what they’re saying?”

She presses back against her chair. “Perhaps we should focus on?—”

“They’re saying I should take what’s mine.” My voice drops lower. “Show you what happens when you make me wait.”

The fear in her eyes mingles with a strong yearning that I love so much. She wants it just as bad as I do. My beautiful, twisted little doctor.

“Are you going to give me what I need?” I growl, letting the madness show fully on my face. “Or do I need to take it?”

“Take a seat, Axel.” Her voice carries an edge I’ve never heard before. Not fear—something else. “We’ll see where this session takes us.”

I cock my head, studying her face. There’s steel beneath that sweet exterior today. Interesting.

My demons fall silent momentarily, and I am curious about this shift. I cross to the chair, chains rattling, and lower myself into it. Let’s see what game she wants to play.

“You’re carrying so much tension.” Her heels click against the floor as she moves behind me. Her hands land on my shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles. “Right here, especially.”

Her touch sends electricity down my spine. This is new.

“What are you playing at?” I ask, but don’t move to stop her. Her fingers work deeper, finding pressure points that make me grunt.

“You’re wound so tight today.” Her lips tickle my ear as she leans closer. “Let me help you relax.”

My hands flex against the armrests. The loose cuffs shift, reminding me how easily I can break free. But curiosity keeps me seated. I want to see where Willow is going with this.

Her thumbs press into a particularly tight spot at the base of my neck. Despite myself, a groan escapes my lips. She knows exactly what she’s doing with those hands.

“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Just breathe.”

She leans closer, and her hair brushes my cheek as her lips graze my ear. “Do you like that, Axel?”

Goddamn, she has no idea what she’s doing to me. Or maybe she does. Her fingers keep digging into my muscles, working the tension out of my body. My head falls forward, giving her better access to my neck.

“You’re so tense here.” Her fingers work a particularly hard spot, sending shivers down my spine. “Let it all go, Axel.”

I feel her teeth graze my skin, gently at first, then with more pressure. Her hands move in sync with her mouth, finding all the right spots. Again, the constant chorus in my head is gone, overcome by her touch.

She moves to stand in front of me and her fingers slide down my chest, pausing to toy with the top button of my prison shirt. “May I?” she asks, her voice honey-smooth.

I nod, unable to form words.

She undoes the buttons slowly, eyes never leaving mine. Her touch is feather-light as she teases open my shirt, revealing my inked chest.

She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue. Then, with a hunger that matches my own, she reaches for my pants.

I can feel her desperation as she tugs at the waist of my pants. I lift my hips to help her, eager to be free.

She pulls my pants and boxers down together, and her eyes widen at the sight of my erection.

“God, Axel.” Her fingers wrap around my length, stroking slowly. “Tell me what you want.”

My voice is raw with need. “Suck my cock, doctor. Show me how much you’ve been thinking about this.”

Her eyes flash with a mix of desire and determination. Then, bending forward, she takes the head of my cock into her mouth.

I can’t hold back a groan as she starts to move, her tongue swirling, her lips gliding up and down my shaft. She sucks me with a skill that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

I feel her fingers slip between my legs, teasing my balls while her mouth moves faster. Her hair falls around my thighs, tickling my skin.

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