CHAPTER
“Hmm, ooo, yes right there,” I moan at Axel’s mouth on my breast, his hand in my underwear, rubbing through the folds of my pussy. I’d deliberately worn a dress tonight to tempt him, a very short dress and it’s working too. Three days of no sex since he’d been back and I’m all for throwing in the towel and riding him right here, right now.
We are sitting in the living room. Actually, Axel is sitting on the couch and his mouth is doing sensuous things to my breasts as usual. I have to admit he seems to really enjoy my small breasts with their puffy nipples. He never misses and opportunity to touch them and kiss them.
I shift my bottom urgently against his hard cock, seated as I am, straddling his lap. This is all we’ve been doing for the past three days. Kissing and touching but nothing more and each time I am driven more and more to edge. Sometimes it’s hard to believe I’ve been so tame for all my life, composed and full of self-control. Now, I’m run by the emotions Axel breeds in me.
He slips a long finger inside my tight passage and I bounce on the finger wanting more. I want his cock inside me, tearing through my walls, filling me with his girth, making me holler in ecstasy. I reach desperately for the zipper of his jeans to take what I want.
Axel’s hand tears away from my pussy and his mouth leaves my breast. He stops my wandering hands by gripping them around the wrists and bringing them up to his mouth to kiss my knuckles.
“None of that, Joyce,” he murmurs. “If you get my dick out, it’ll never go back in. Then we won’t be able to stick to our rule. No more sex until marriage.”
“Axel!” I groan in frustration and ground my ass down onto his cock to get him to change his mind. “Who cares if we have sex before marriage anyway?”
He grins at me. “I do. I want to make a proper woman out of you.”
“I doubt you want a proper woman in bed.” I undulated my hips, rolling my ass over his cock.
He releases my hands to grasp me by the hips and pluck me from his lap, plopping me down onto the couch beside him. He gets to his feet and strokes the front of his jeans, scowling at me.
“Now see what you’ve done.”
I gesture to my bare breasts, the nipples painfully erect. “As if I’m in a better shape than you are.”
“That’s why we’re getting married next Saturday,” he announces, coming over to fix the bodice of my dress to cover the tempting breasts but not before rubbing the nipples one last time between his fingers. “I’ve already picked a wedding planner who can make it happen this fast.” He snaps his finger. “I hope you’re okay with having the ceremony at the Detroit Opera House.”
All this talk about the supposed wedding we are having is making me jittery. Everything is happening just too quickly. We still have known each other less than a month and marriages between people who’ve known each other longer have failed. Why should I believe a marriage between us would work? We haven’t had much of a strong foundation to base the marriage off.
“Axel, you’re taking this marriage thing too far,” I tell him. “It’s way too soon for us to get married.”
“Not soon enough,” he disagrees, “If I could get it done today, I would but I don’t want to give you a crappy wedding at city hall. I want you to have the wedding you’ve always dreamed of.”
“What wedding?” I ask. “I don’t remember dreaming about any weddings.”
He frowns at me. “All women dream and plan their wedding long before its even legal to walk down the aisle. In any event, you’ll have nothing but the best.”
“But I don’t want to get married,” I said calmly, getting to my feet. “I mean not now. What’s the harm in waiting?”
“Fuck, Joyce, the wedding is happening. End of discussion.”
My lips form a mutinous line and I cross my arms about my chest. “There won’t be a wedding. Now, end of discussion.”
“It’s too late to back out now Joyce. We agreed we would do this.”
“We didn’t agree to anything,” I challenge him. “You agreed for both of us.”
“What the hell is wrong with wanting to marry me?” he demands, his eyes flashing anger at me. “I want to make this official. Why do you want to continue this as just a fuck before you go home?”
I couldn’t tell him of my fear of being controlled by a man and marriage representing the final death knell.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t marry you. Just not now. It’s too soon.”
“We’re getting married next Saturday,” he insists and walks over to me so we’re almost nose to nose, glaring at each other.
“You can’t make me.”
“Don’t push me Joyce,” he says his voice too calm for me to feel comforted in it. “If you don’t walk down that aisle with me next Saturday I’ll see to it your world comes crashing down. And your friend right alongside yours. When I’m finished with you two, you won’t be able to find another job in Detroit!”
I stiffen at his words. “You wouldn’t dare and what does this have to do with Jessica anyway?”
“I know she’s important to you and you wouldn’t want to be at fault for ruining her very promising career as a teacher. Didn’t I hear her say one day she wants to be a principal? And for your other question, you know I would dare.”
“You’re despicable,” I say angrily, trying to move away from him but he restrains me with hands on my hips.
“No not despicable. Just a man desperately in love. You’ll be happy Joyce. You know you will.”
Maybe I would have been if he’d allowed me to make up my mind but I couldn’t see how I could be happy about him dictating when we get married.
“In fact, so you know we’re on the same page. Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, as he snags his keys from the coffee able and draped my bag over my arm.
“To get you a wedding dress.”
“Axel—”
A kiss shuts me up effectively. “Let’s go.”
I go along with him stiffly, determined not to cooperate as he drags me from one expensive boutique to another but it’s becoming increasingly difficult to resist all the gorgeous dresses.
At Bellisima Bridal I lost my disinterest, awed by the widest selection of wedding dressed in the entire state of Michigan. Although we don’t have an appointment, the name Axel Ash gets us a personal shopping assistant right away. We are led to designer dresses, Axel refusing the suggestion of ordering a gown as he explains we need to have a dress by next week Saturday. He goes off to get a look at tuxes, claiming he’d rather stick to the tradition of the groom not seeing the wedding gown before the wedding.
When he’s gone, I can’t hold back my enthusiasm going through the wedding dresses with the shop assistant. First, we go through a style guide where we narrow down what exactly what it is I’m looking for. Despite my insistence earlier to Axel that I don’t want to get married yet, I discover going through the guide that I can identify my preference. I try on several dresses and although they are beautiful, I can’t seem to decide.
And then she brings me the prefect dress. Without even trying it, I know it’s the one. I thank her profusely and change into it. It does need some adjustment but I love it. It’s a DaVinci mermaid gown in the combination of traditional white and ivory. It’s not over the top but the webbed lace makes it exquisite. Satin corset lacing is wound down to my lower back at the sides, leaving my entire back bare down to the indentation of my natural waist. The bodice is crafted with a floral appliquéd high neck and delicate sleeveless shoulders. A high quality half belt in a motely of clear crystals emphasizes my small waist. The tulle of the skirt drags on the floor but it’s not in an overly dramatic fashion.
“This is it,” I tell the shop assistant and when she tells me the price, I’m bowled over but then grin. Serves him just right for insisting we get married. Not that the amount would do anything to dent his pocket.
I take measurements for the alteration of the dress before going off to find Axel. I find him standing before a mirror dressed in a traditional tux. He turns seeing my reflection in the mirror and smiles at me.
“What do you think?”
I’m in love with him. It becomes clear to me right there and then that I am in love with Axel Ash. The infuriating and bossy Axel Ash. If I wasn’t in love with him, I’d have never gone ahead with this marriage regardless of the threats he’d made about ruining Jess’ career.
“I guess it’s not taboo to see the groom in his tux before the wedding?” I ask him.
“The saying only applies to the bride,” he responds and I see that he looks more relaxed at my teasing tone. “Now quit stalling and tell me if I look like a monkey wearing a tux.”
I chuckle. “A very cute monkey.”
He scowls at me. “Only cute?”
I nod, standing by my description. “Yup, cute.”
He hauls me up against him and whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait for our wedding night. When I drive my rod into you hard, let’s see how cute you think I am then.”
“I can’t wait,” I say before realizing what exactly what that means. I can’t wait to marry Axel. Why isn’t the thought frightening anymore? Is my desire for him stronger than my fear of being possessed by a man? Besides even now when we’re not married, don’t I already feel possessed by him?