Page 51 of Framed Obsession

“What?” I ask before his tongue enters my mouth again. He taps ‌my hand that's wrapped around the pocket knife.

“I can’t,” I protest.

“Yes, you can. And you will.” He pushes, backing us close to the chair.

“W–Where?” I’m not sure what he wants me to do. I know he wants me to take revenge, but I’m distracted by him right now. Axel guides my hand, placing the blade near Parker's shoulder. I feel it bouncing up and down. The cries that were drowned out come back to the present. He pulls away from me, our lips parting.

“I want him to watch. I want him to watch me fuck you. I want him to watch as I take from you and you fucking enjoy it. To show him what he can't have as you scream my name, as it will be the last thing he ever fucking hears,” he demands softly against my lips. The wetness between my thighs now feeling like it’ll drip down and splash onto the floor. How am I so turned on right now? I’ll analyze myself at a later time, but for now, I take the knife and ram it into the hard flesh.

The tension of the skin and muscle against the metal shoots up my arm. I know it’s a feeling I won’t ever forget. Fuck, this whole night is something I won’t ever forget.

“Please stop! You’re fucking sick,” he says, but somehow I don’t feel any remorse. Axel is showing me that it’s okay to take my control back, and deal with my demons head-on. Would I ever tell my clients to do this? Absolutely fucking not, but Axel is making it okay for me in some sick, twisted way.

I leave the blade inside ‌him. Axel kisses me once more, backing us onto a chest freezer. I sit on top of the cold, hard surface. I am hungry with need, inching as close as I possibly can get. Lost in lust and lost in him. My breaths are quickly stolen as soon as I’m gifted them. My lips raw from harsh nibbles.

He pulls away, kissing and licking my neck. I bend, giving him more access. My hands roughly grab onto his thick black hair. He moves lower and lower, nipping the skin above my breasts. I push his head lower, needing more, and he chuckles. The sound instantly sends a throb to my clit.

He grabs the straps of my top, lowering them until my breasts are freed. The cold air brushes against my skin, making goosebumps prickle. My nipples already hard peaks as his wet tongue traces around them, making me moan. He grabs them with dire need and sucks, biting on them lightly.

Fuck, I need more.

“More,” I moan, pushing his head lower. The tearing of fabric startles me. My top sags onto the freezer, leaving my upper half bare. I lean backward as he hooks my bottoms and pulls. He removes my pants and underwear in one quick tug, tossing them to the side. I spread my legs, giving him easy access to the inevitable.

He stares at me with this greediness. Like he’s been waiting centuries for this moment with me. He kisses the skin around my center roughly, leaving little stings to linger. I bite my lip, loving the feel of the pleasurable pain.

Before I know it, he leans in, licking and sucking and devouring me like I’m his last meal. My mouth falls open and I gasp breathlessly. My hands are still tangled in his dark hair, pulling him as close as he can possibly get without suffocating him. Which I’m sure he wouldn't mind, anyway.

A large finger enters me, sending additional pleasure. He removes it, then adds a second, stretching me. I suck in a hiss, moving into them, needing them deeper. I grind against him as he pumps them in and out, hitting my sweet spot.

The pleasure from his tongue, fingers, and deadly need for him are all too much. I feel my orgasm quickly approaching and I grind harder, not wanting to lose it. Axel keeps his pace while he looks into my eyes. No, more like into my soul.

“I’m going to come,” I pant in warning. He sucks and bites on my clit, and it sends me over the edge. I hold in my breath as my body tenses, clenching down on his fingers. He doesn’t stop, keeps going, and I think I’m going to fucking faint.

My legs close around his head, not being able to stop the involuntary movement. He licks up every drop. Groaning and moaning at the taste. I know I just orgasmed, but fuck, I still want him. I need him inside me.

Noises come from a distance, making me look in the direction. Parker is staring at us, mumbling under his breath. Even with the blood and swelling of his face, I don’t feel an ounce of pity for him. Somewhere in my mind, it makes sense for this to happen to him.

“Fuck me,” I beg Axel. His eyes darken more. Almost pure black irises, sending a chill down my spine with the contrast of his sclera. He removes his shirt and unbuttons his pants fast. Before becoming completely exposed, he walks over to Parker, making me sigh at the distance.

He grabs a roll of duct tape that was lying on the floor and slaps a large strip over his mouth. He hasn't stopped trying to get free. I can tell he is losing a lot of blood by the way his movements are slowed. He is covered in ‌crimson. Like if someone spilled a can of paint on him.

“I want you watching every second of this,” Axel commands, slapping his face awake. He says something under the tape, but it's just muffled noises. The dominance Axel has turns me on in a way I've never felt before. Being able to just let him take control, and letting me be able to trust him to do so, lets my brain be free of chaos. For once, I don’t have to be the one thinking.

He walks back toward me, smirking at the fact that I still have my legs opened wide for him. When he reaches me, he grabs the back of my head, forcing my lips to meet his once more. We both groan into one another at the consumption. He places the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry in pleasure as his thick length shoves into me without warning. He pushes in deep and my legs tingle throughout. My wetness invites him in, even if it's slightly painful. He thrusts in and out, breathing open mouth kisses onto my lips.

“You feel so fucking good. So fucking needy and ready for me,” he says, with words coated in lust.

“Y–you’re so big,” I whine, feeling every inch enter, stretching me out.

“You’re taking me so fucking well. I want to hear you cry and beg while he watches. While he wishes he could do to you what I’m doing to you,” he says. His words have me yearning for more. Even though he’s already nine inches deep into me; there's not any more he can give me.

Our bodies collide with one another. The quiet basement is filled with our bodies slapping against one another. I feel him pull out, leaving me empty. He grabs me by the waist, and flips me over with ease. My ass is lifted before I feel him entering me again. I don’t know how, but I feel him even deeper inside with this position. Little speckles invade my vision, making me see blue and yellow.

“Scream my name, baby,” he demands as he takes a fistful of my hair and pulls.

“Mmm, yes. Just like that, Axel. Please. Don’t stop!” I whimper. Each thrust of his cock sends bolts of electricity through me. He smacks my ass, leaving a burning imprint. A slight ache forms down my spine with the way he has me bending backwards forcefully. I grip the edge of the white freezer in front of me.