Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Axle,” she groans when I tug down her panties. Outside the door, Daphne practically runs away, and Veronica’s right fucking there, but I don’t give a shit. Chandra’s mine.
“People will hear,” she whispers. I pick up a silky red and black scarf in her “keep” pile, tie it around her head and order, “bite down on this. Try not to scream.”
Her eyes are wide but her pussy’s dripping wet. I glide my finger in and out until she coats my hand. I unfasten my belt and unzip my jeans. My cock springs free. She gasps, knowing exactly what I’m about to do and even though her eyes are wide, she grins against the gag.
“I fucking love you,” I whisper, before I lift her hips, position my cock at her entrance, and shove her down, impaling her. She drops her head back and moans against the gag but can’t say anything. “I loved you then,” I say with a savage thrust. “And I love you now. I’ll love you until the day I die.”
We’re panting and desperate, her hands wrapped around the back of my neck while I plunge us fast and furious toward blissful release. She comes around my cock when I lash into her tight, hot cunt. “So perfect.” I kiss the side of her cheek.
She giggles as I pull out and pull her panties up. I open the door to the dressing room. Daphne’s standing a good distance away, flushed red and clasping at a slim gold necklace at her throat.
“We’ll take this dress,” I say. “In fact, she’s not changing out of it.” I tear off the price tag and hand it to Daphne, who watches the whole thing go down with her mouth wide open.
Chandra looks at me in silence but to her credit she doesn’t contradict me. She just slides into her shoes and folds up the clothes she wore in here. I take them from her hand and lean into her. “There’s a woman from the church out there giving me shit. Don’t worry about it. Don’t talk to her. Let me handle it.”
“Oh, Axle,” she whispers. “Really?”
I bend down and brush my lips against hers. “Yeah, baby. But it’s okay. Just trust me, okay?”
A soft smile lights her face, and she nods. Daphne rushes in and helps us gather our things, ushering us back into the main area. Veronica’s waiting like a predator in the shadows.
“Ah, there she is. My, my,” she says, venom dripping from her lips. “The little hussy you ruined your life over.”
Ruined my life?
Hell, I just started living.
I laugh so loudly and suddenly Veronica literally jumps and blinks at me in surprise. I turn to my new best friend, Daphne.
“Hey, Daphne? This woman is harassing me. Can you do something about that?”
“Yes, sir,” she says, shooting Veronica a glare. “Ma’am, we don’t allow customers to harass one another. Please leave, now, before I’m forced to call security.”
Veronica blusters and fumes, and actually refuses to leave. While I pay for our purchases, a security officer in a navy-blue uniform escorts her out. Back outside, Chandra is quiet.
“You ok?” I ask her. I thread my fingers through hers and we walk toward the exit.
“I can’t believe she would attack you like that after all this time,” she says.
“I don’t care,” I tell her. “We’ve got nothing to hide now. You’re with me, and we’re going to do this together. Understand?”
She smiles. “And I can’t believe you did that.”
I lean in to kiss her cheek and whisper, “I’ll take you wherever and whenever I want to. God, you’re stunning in that dress. Wear it tonight?”
She grins. “Absolutely.”
We fall into an easy rhythm of days and nights by each other’s sides. She has to work, and so do I, and since the club is easy to access and near both of our jobs, we’re here more nights than not, but I never go to bed without her by my side. I work at the auto body shop and she works at Marla’s. I visit her on my days off, and she texts me on her lunch breaks. I send her flowers at the bookstore so often that customers begin to joke the new name is “Books and Cups and Flowers.”
Even though she’s with me at Verge, I don’t scene with her in front of anyone else. I’m her dom, and she’s my sub, so she gets a good reminder to behave once in a while. She’ll sit on my lap and hold my hand when I’m DM for the night. But I don’t touch any other women, and no one is allowed to come anywhere near her.
I don’t like anything between us. Anything. When I play with her, we don’t use toys anymore, not since that one day of role play. We don’t role play anymore, either. There are no more clamps, plugs, or implements. She wants only my hands, my fingers, my mouth, my tongue. Sometimes the tools of the trade heighten the experience. With Chandra, this is what we need.