Page 47 of Imprisoned

“Come in,” I call out.

Officer Martinez leads Axel in, and my thoughts scatter instantly.

Axel’s eyes lock onto mine, dark with promise. His hands hang loose at his sides—no restraints. Martinez gives me a knowing look that makes my cheeks burn. The guard has been paid well, I realize. And Axel knows I want this just as much as he does.

“All set, Dr. Matthews?” Martinez asks.

I nod, not trusting my voice. The door clicks shut behind Martinez, leaving me alone with Axel. The sound echoes in my ears like a death knell—or perhaps a liberation.

A fleeting thought crosses my mind: Eleanor might start dropping by unannounced after our conversation today to check on me. Her intuition about my schedule changes was unnervingly accurate. But I dismiss the concern; the risk only heightens the thrill.

Axel approaches my desk, and I stand, feeling his presence like an electric current in the air. I’m trapped between the desk and his hard, muscular body. His gaze is intense and hungry, sending shivers down my spine.

“Been thinking about you, little doctor,” he murmurs, a low rumble reverberating through me. “I hope you’ve been a good girl and followed my instructions.”

My throat goes dry as I nod, unable to speak. I’m painfully aware of the plug inside me, the secret that binds us together now.

His eyes darken, glittering dangerously. “Did you touch yourself this morning, thinking about me?”

I swallow hard. “No.” It’s a lie, and we both know it.

He steps closer, one hand resting on the desk, his body looming over me. “Liar,” he murmurs. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

My heart hammers in my chest, my body thrumming. I can’t deny it anymore. “Yes,” I reply.

“Mmm, that’s better.” He reaches out, his fingers curling around my neck, holding me gently but firmly in place. “Did you like it? Did you imagine it was me touching you, fucking you senseless?”

I feel the truth in his words. I want him—all of him. “Yes,” I admit, my voice hoarse.

His eyes spark with satisfaction. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about you nonstop. Dreaming about making your tight little asshole mine.”

His hand tightens on my neck, his thumb caressing my pulse point. “But first, I need to check if you’ve been a good little slut and followed my instructions properly.”

He yanks me roughly to my feet, his hand like a vise on my arm. My heart lurches as he spins me around, pushing me down over my desk. My palms flatten against the cool wood, and I feel vulnerable. I shut my eyes as he tugs my skirt up, baring my most private places.

His hands skim my thighs, sending shivers through me. He growls when he spots the handle of the butt plug peekingout from between my cheeks. With one swift motion, he pulls my panties down, leaving me bare and achingly aware of his presence.

His fingers wrap around the plug’s base, and he slowly pulls it out, stretching me. I bite my lip to stifle a moan as the largest part slips out, the sensation intense. It pops free, and he grunts in satisfaction.

“Did you bring the lube, doctor?” His voice is hoarse, filled with need.

I nod, unable to speak. “T-Top drawer.”

His fingers slide into the drawer, and I hear the squeak of the bottle. He rubs a slick finger between my cheeks, adding more lube, his touch firm and deliberate.

I’m burning with need, my whole body conscious of his nearness. Being so powerless against this man both terrifies me and unleashes something within me.

“You like this, don’t you?” His hot breath ghosts over my ear, making me squirm.

“N-No,” I lie, even as my pussy is soaking wet and desperate for him.

He chuckles darkly, his finger teasing my sensitive rim. “Your body tells a different story.”

“Axel, please...” I whisper, not even knowing what I’m asking for.

His free hand grips my hip, holding me firmly in place. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, making my need grow. His fingers continue to tease me, slipping inside just enough to make me ache for more. I rock my hips back, seeking relief, but he holds me firm.

I shut my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. The right thing to do is to pull away and assert my authority, but something about this man breaks down every wall I’ve built, freeing caged parts of me.

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