Page 49 of Imprisoned

“Greedy girl, let’s see how much you can take, hmm?” His voice is dark and promising. He takes my hand and places it on the desk. His hand covers mine, and his fingers tighten around my wrist. It’s a silent command to stay still.

Then he snaps his hips, thrusting into me with force. I cry out, my voice muffled against the desk. He fills me so deeply, claiming me with his body, taking what he wants.

Again and again, he pounds into me fiercely. I feel helpless, pinned with my wrists behind my back and captured in one of his hands, at his mercy. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, a symphony of pain and bliss unlike any I’ve experienced before.

My free hand grips the desk, my knuckles white with the force of my hold. The solid wood digs into my hips, each impact a delicious torment. My skin glistens with sweat, the air thick with the scent of our passion.

Axel’s grip on my wrist tightens as he drives into me with unrelenting force. His body is taut with tension. “Look at you, taking it so well, Willow,” he murmurs, his mouth close to my ear. “You love it, don’t you?”

When I don’t respond, he pulls my hair back, exposing my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “Tell me how much you love it.”

His hips keep moving, each thrust harder than the last, claiming my body as his. I’m consumed by the sensations he invokes, unable to form a coherent thought.

I hesitate, feeling the weight of my own admission. Axel’s hand tightens on my wrist, a powerful reminder of our connection.

“Don’t fucking hold back,” he growls. “Tell me how much you love it while I fuck your perfect ass.”

The thrill of submitting to a dominant partner is profoundly intense.

“Please...” I beg.

Axel’s gaze burns into mine as I glance at him over my shoulder. “Give voice to what your body is begging for.”

I suck in a breath, knowing I’m on the edge of the abyss. “I love how you make me feel.”

“No more hiding,” he demands, his breath coming in harsh pants. “I need to hear you embrace this.”

My eyes squeeze shut as I surrender to the moment. “I love your cock inside me.” The admission breaks something open within me, my body rocking back to meet his thrusts. “I love it—fuck me harder.”

He obliges, his grip on my wrist tightening as he pounds into me with unrestrained need. It’s raw and animalistic, each thrust driving me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. The slapping of skin echoes in the room like an erotic percussion.

“That’s it, baby,” Axel groans, and he sounds surprised, maybe even a little proud. I feel his fingers dig into my wrist, his hips moving with fierce determination. “You belong to me, don’t you? Such a good girl.”

My body is on fire, and my inhibitions are shattered. “Yes, I’m yours,” I moan, surprising myself.

My declaration seems to push him over the edge. He swears, his fingers tightening almost to the point of pain, so much so that it’s sure to leave bruises—bruises I don’t know how to explain. His thrusts become erratic, his body tense like a coiled spring. I know he’s close, and the realization sends me spiraling toward my own climax. I feel his fingers make contact with my clit, and I lose it.

“Come for me, baby,” he groans, his mouth close to my ear. “Let me feel that tight little hole squeezing my dick.”

My orgasm tears through me with such force, my muscles contracting around his shaft. Axel follows, his strong body tensing with the force of his release as he empties himself into me.

We stay like that momentarily, our bodies connected. Eventually, Axel slips out of my ass, and I feel a rush of cool air against my oversensitive skin.

He spins me around, his eyes dark with obsession but also something softer—almost vulnerable. He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me before I can speak.

“Shh, Doctor,” he murmurs. “Words aren’t needed right now.”

And then, before I can process what’s happening, he leans in and kisses me. It’s a deep, possessive kiss, claiming my mouth with the same fervor he’d claimed my body.

My lips part, our tongues tangling in a dance that mirrors our bodies’ rhythm. My arms find their way around his neck, my fingers threading into his hair, and I hold him close.

Axel’s kiss is both tender and hungry. His arms wrap around me, pulling me tight against his powerful frame. I feel a shudder pass through him, and I sense that something has shifted beyond our intense physical connection.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes search mine, a vulnerability there I’ve never seen before. I reach up, my fingers brushing his cheek, and he captures my hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

I feel a warmth in my chest, a sense of connection beyond our illicit affair. Axel’s eyes reflect a similar depth of emotion, an unspoken understanding passing between us.

But then, something flickers in his expression—not coldness, but fear. I recognize it immediately: the terror of someone unused to feeling anything genuine, anything that might make him vulnerable.

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