Dreadful Desire

Chapter 33

Impatiently poised, perched with Axle's stone hard cock pressed against my lips, I contemplate how to elicit my relief. The candy-coated torture of having him beneath me instead of inside me, is driving me mad!

He gingerly separates my wet thighs, caressing as his talented fingers dive back in causing my hips to buck. Fuck, his cock is right there, I should just straddle him, consequences be damned. OOOOOOOO, I decide against my sinful thoughts, not longing for anymore dreadful punishment

His fingers make it impossible to concentrate, they're slightly curled touching that agonizing sweet spot eliciting shallow breaths and a heaving chest. In and out, in and out, swiftly and unrelenting, evoking more and more juice to coat his bedeviled appendages. 

I'm throbbing, craving liberation, rhapsodic exoneration is all I yearn for ... that exquisite freedom from the claws that bind me. Remaining quiet may bring some satisfaction ... or so I hope.

I grasp on to the couch trying to control my suggestive moans but his bedeviled hands work their magic into the submission only he can evoke from me. 

I release numerous salacious moans, heightened with each ferocious thrust, edging closer, yearning for that exquisite feel of euphoria I've been pinning for but wickedly denied. 

Axle breaks my hedonistic state when his voice slices through the air, "NO," he abandons my pulsating core before I can achieve my exquisite liberation. 

I scream out "NO!" Whimpering almost sobbing at the desire to exonerate myself. I lean my head towards his, landing on his cheek, breathless, frustrated and disappointed.

"Don't think you were able to bedazzle me with your bewitching mouth to get me to bypass ... you still owe me answers." FUCK! I freeze, accepting the truth, fully aware he's right. I intended for my plan to work, I expel a deep sigh. "Okay," I wait a moment before I expel the words I dread to verbalize,  "What do you want to know?"

I can feel his eyes burning through my skin, waiting for me to talk as I'm aware what he inquires. I can't bring myself to peer into his irreproachable orbs, searching, questioning to divulge the past I aspire to obliterate from my memory. 

His hand makes contact with my back, slowly stroking up and down, I would assume caressing in a tender, loving manner, a foreign concept to me. Surmising in an attempt to sooth my nerves, it does as intended but it also warms my skin eliciting prickles to cover my yearning physique.

The gears in my head on overdrive, figuring out the best way to explain what happened, I can tell him what the newspapers wrote.

"Before I divulge what happened ... My mother meant everything to me. I love her so much. She protected me as best she could ... until she couldn't. My best memories of her are silly things like baking and playing games. 

My favorite memory was how she passed down a silly little scientific experiment, if you will." I feel a small smirk drape across my face. "She showed me a commercial from when she was young. It's of Dawn soap and the tagline was 'Dawn takes grease ... out of your way.' 

"She questioned the validity of the commercial. So one day after showing me the commercial she brings me into the kitchen, pan covered in grease and water just like the commercial, she handed me the bottle. She squealed, 'Okay Chloe, now just like the commercial squeeze softly and only let one drop fall and watch the magic happen.' I did as she asked and just like the commercial, the grease moved at the speed of lightening to the edges. We both laughed in awe. I cherish that memory of her, when I wash dishes, I find myself from time to time, doing the experiment, smiling remembering my mother" I trail off in the memory. I pause to gather my thoughts.