Page 44 of Imprisoned

“You shouldn’t be calling me,” I blurt out after a brief hello.

He chuckles, sending shivers down my spine. “I have more influence than you think, doctor. Besides, we both know you want to talk to me.”

“What do you want, Axel?”

“I want to hear your voice. Tell me what you’re doing right now.” His tone is commanding, and my body reacts instantly.

I bite my lip, torn between the compulsion to obey and the ridiculousness of the situation. “I—I’m at home. I’m getting ready for bed.”

“Lying won’t get you anywhere, Willow.” His voice is firm, a subtle warning.

I take a steadying breath. “F-fine. I’m—I’m fitting my butt plug. It’s in my ass.”

There’s silence for a moment, and I imagine him smiling that devastatingly handsome smile. “That’s a good girl. Do you like it?”

My pulse quickens at his words. “I... Yes.”

“Do you wish it was my cock instead?”

Memories of our encounters flash through my mind. “Yes.” The word escapes my lips before I can stop it.

Axel lets out a low groan, and I can picture him closing his eyes, savoring the moment. “Fuck, I wish I could see you. Touch you.”

I shift on the bed, my fingers straying to my aching core. “I wish you were here, too.”

“You naughty, naughty girl,” Axel muses. “I won’t be gentle, not next time. When I take you again, you’ll be begging for more.”

The words send a wave of need through my body. My grip tightens on the phone. “I want you to?—”

“You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?” he cuts in. “Tell me, Willow.”

My mouth goes dry, but my body betrays me, aching for his touch, for the release only he can provide. “Yes,” I moan. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Axel groans, and I imagine him in his cell, closing his eyes, perhaps touching himself, lost in the fantasy.

“Keep the butt plug in,” he says, his voice a seductive purr. “All night. And don’t forget to use lots of lube. In the morning, add more. I want you to be ready for me, nice and slippery, when I finally get my hands on you again.”

My imagination conjures up the image of myself at his mercy, splayed out on the desk in my office, panting and pleading. “Oh, God, Axel,” I whimper, already losing myself in the fantasy.

“I’ll make you scream, Willow,” he continues, his voice a dark promise. “But not yet. You’ll hold that scream inside until I tell you to let it out. Understand?”

My fingers dig into my thighs as I nod, forgetting for a moment that he can’t see me. “Yes.” The word is little more than a hoarse sound, but it’s enough.

“Good girl. Now listen carefully.” Axel’s tone turns commanding. “You’re going to keep the lube with you in your purse. And when one o’clock rolls around tomorrow, you’ll go to the bathroom, take out the plug, and add even more lube before putting it back in. By the time you get to our session, your ass will be perfectly prepped for me.”

The explicit instruction sends a rush of liquid pooling between my legs.

He continues. “Then, little pixie, it’ll be like a dream come true when I finally slide into you. You’ll be begging me to take you harder, deeper, but I’ll be in control, deciding how much you can take.”

I bite my lip. “Yes, Axel.” I’m his puppet, and he’s pulling the strings, twisting me around his finger with every command. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“That’s my good girl.” His voice softens, and my heart flutters at the praise. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

I believe him, every word.

“Now get some rest. You’re going to need your energy for tomorrow. It’s going to be a wild ride.” With that, he ends the call.

I stare at the phone, panting, my body throbbing with need, both desperate and terrified for what tomorrow brings. I’m lost in Axel’s web, and there’s no turning back.

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