CHAPTER
“Oh Axel.”
I saunter into his office and close the door behind me. He’s sitting at his desk, going over some papers. He doesn’t look surprised to see me although I’d made sure no one had buzzed him to let him know I was here.
“You took so long to get here,” he chastises. “I thought you were going to leave straight from the mall here.”
“I did but I had an errand to work first.”
“What errand?”
I’d rather show you.”
I reach for the zipper at the back of the sundress and pull it all the way down my back. Axel is watching me, his eyes smoldering but I can’t decide if it’s out of anger or passion. I continue knowing I’d have him eating out of the palms of my hand either way.
After getting the teddy from the boutique, I’d used the bathroom at the mall to slip into it beneath my dress. The matching bra set I’d worn to the mall was now tucked away in my bag.
Teasing him, I turn my back to him and ease out of the dress. I slowly slip the broad strap over my shoulders and down so the material rests on the curve of my ass. Peeking at him over my shoulder, I see that his gaze is following the movement of my dress. I rustle the material, bunching the hem in my hands and pulling up, exposing the underside of my ass.
After teasing him a bit, I drop the dress to the floor and step out of it. I lean down ensuring my legs are spread wide so he can my moist bare pussy through the crotchless underwear.
“Come here Joyce,” he says gutturally.
“Say please,” I instruct him.
He glowers at me as I straighten and toss the dress over the back of a chair.
“Please.”
I never thought he would say the word and think he deserves a treat for this. He’s already done so much for me sexually I am more interested in pleasing him today.
My hips swaying from side to side, I stroll around his desk. Just as I’d thought of doing at the mall, I push back his chair from the desk, aware that he’s holding back, allowing me to take control of the situation and have my wait with him.
“You like what you see?” I ask him softly, placing my lips a hairbreadth away from his.
“What’s not to like,” he replies and makes to kiss me but I dig my hand in his hair and tug his head back.
“Not so fast big guy.” I kiss his jawline, down to his neck and loosen his tie. The hand not in his hair, unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. I kiss down his neck and bite him the way he bites me when we’re having sex.
I crouch between his legs and reach for his belt. I unbuckle and unsnap the hook at the front of his pants, drawing down the zipper and exposing his gray boxers. Taking my time, I peel back his underwear, not surprised by his hardness. I’ve come to realize the hard-on effect I always have him.
“Well, if you look at that,” I murmur, wrapping my hand around the smooth flesh and rubbing from the base gently.
“I hope you do more than just look at it,” he says in a strangled voice.
“Like what?”
His hand which was had been clutching the arm of the chair tight plunges into my hair and guides my head down to his cock.
“Open. Don’t make me wait.”
“Hey, you’re stealing my thun-”
His cock thrusting into my mouth steals the rest of the words. He groans and I slide my lips further down his length and suck him the way he taught me how to. My tongue licks the underside as my head bob up and down his phallus. Inching him deeper and deeper, I am thrilled when I finally get all of him into my mouth so the tip of his penis tickles my throat.
“God baby. Don’t stop.”
He gathers my hair in his hands, holding it back from my face.
“Mr. Ash.”
Startled at the voice at the door, followed by a knock, my first instinct is to pull away and hide under the desk. Thank God I’d locked the door upon entering because the knob rattles now. Axel’s hands presses my head down, encouraging me to continue sucking him, thrusting his hips upwards.
“Who is it?” he bellows out.
“It’s Mr. Finch sir with the financial report you asked for.”
“That was two hours ago!”
“I-I-I’m sorry sir.”
“Leave it on the PA’s desk outside.”
“Okay sir.”
Pushing the chair back, Axel stands, his pants dropping to his knees. Holding my head with both hands, he spreads his legs and starts thrusting hard into my mouth. I try not to gag at his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“That’s it baby,” he hisses between his teeth. “Yeah. God that feels so good.”
I dig my fingers into the tight globes of his masculine backside as he loses control and is ramming his cock down my throat hard enough to make my eyes water. He groans and stiffens and I take over sucking once more as his cum spurts into my mouth, milking him with my hand pumping at his base.
When I’m done licking every drip of his juice from his cock, he pulls me to my feet and lifts me to seat me on his desk. He buckles up his pants and drops back into his chair, pulling it up so he rests his hands about my waist, squeezing gently.
“Gimme a kiss,” he orders and I gladly reach down and kiss his lips. He has these moments when he kisses me deeply and sweetly, as if pouring out his soul to me and this is one such moment.
“I should get dressed before somebody else knocks at your door,” I tell him, trying to wiggle off the desk.
He holds onto my waist, keeping me anchored to the desk. His face is sure serious considering what we’ve just done.
“Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system,” he says. “How was your lunch with Jess at the mall?”
“It was good seeing her again,” I reply. “I’ll have to arrange more meet-ups with her. Not because I’m married now I have to abandon my friend.”
“And did you run into anyone?” he asks.
Jack Petersen flashes across my mind and I suspect he’s the one Axel is referring to. He could only know about Jack if he’s having me trailed again. Although I stiffen, I will hand him the shovel to dig his own grave.
“I’m not sure what you mean. Lots of people were at the mall.”
He scowls at me and I glare right back at him. “You know what I’m talking about. Now let me up.”
“You’re not going anywhere sweetheart. What did he say to you?”
“Who?”
“Jack!” he exclaims. “You know I’m referring to him so don’t give me any lip about it, Joyce.”
“You were spying on me again,” I state aloud. “After I told you that I don’t like it.”
“I’m not spying on you, protecting you.”
“From what?”
“From anything or anyone that might hurt you.”
“Like Jack Petersen?”
He refuses to confirm if Jack is a threat to me. “Just tell me what he said to you Joyce.”
“He wanted to congratulate me on the wedding,” I blurt out.
“Is that all?”
I lied by nodding. “Yes, that’s it.”
“I don’t believe you.” He grabs me by the shoulder and shakes me a little. “Don’t fucking lie to me at a time like this, Joyce. What else did he say to you?”
As mad as I am with him, he’s livid and I know the boundaries not to push. Jack apparently is a boundary I am never to cross. So I tell him as best as I remember everything Jack said and feels the anger emanating from him.
“And you weren’t going to tell me about any of this?” he demands, getting to his feet and started to pace.
“Why should I be the only one doing the talking?” I ask, jumping down from the desk. “Why can’t you tell me who Jack is to you and why he shows up in places I don’t expect him to and tries to strike up conversations with me?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll put a stop to it.”
I stalk over to my dress and pulls it over my head. “I deserve to know who he is. Why don’t you want to tell me Axel?”
“Because what good is it to you to know? I said I’ll handle it.”
“Handle what?”
“Ensure he stops bothering you.”
He walks over to me and attempts to help me to zip back up my dress but I evade his touch. I’m mad at him and frustrated as hell that he would keep secrets from me even though I am so open and honest to him. I told him about my father and my shitting childhood. Why couldn’t he simply say who the guy is?
“So you’re going to start keeping secrets from me then?” I snap at him. “What secret are you going to keep next? Going to hide a woman or two without telling me too?”
“Joyce don’t be absurd.”
“What is absurd about that? If you can keep secrets about one thing, you can keep it about others.”
“Never about that,” he professed. “The whole notion about me cheating on you is absurd and I want you to get it out of your mind immediately. Now stop being childish and let me help you with the zipper of your dress.”
He pushes me hands away from the zipper and drapes my hair over one shoulder before zipping up my dress. When I would have walked away from him, he pulls me close to him and kisses my earlobe. “Joyce, I need you to trust that I know what I’m doing. I want don’t want you going out to random places without letting me know.”
“So now I must curtail my activities too when I don’t even know why?” I ask, pulling out of his grasp, and turning to face him. “That’s kind of unfair, isn’t it? I can’t make any promises about my activities when you won’t share all the facts with me.”
“Joyce I swear I’ll chain you to the damn bed if you don’t do what I say.”
“You just try it Axel Ash.”
We glare at each other, neither relenting. I just couldn’t let it go that he insists in keeping secrets from me. We are married. We are partners. He is supposed to tell me everything, whether it’s good or bad and right now how am I supposed to fully trust him when he has bodyguards trailing me without my knowledge and secrets he won’t tell me?