Bound by Obsession (Shadowed Souls #2)

34. Chapter Thirty Four

T his is better than I could have planned. Although I did plan it, and the evening is progressing to a fucking tee.

Last to exit the library, I still can’t believe Wyatt led Avery to my bedroom for me. My blood is raging at a fever pitch with the need to have her again. Axel has kept me sated and things between us are better than ever since our date, but knowing Avery is actively withholding her sweet cunt from me is a type of crazy I’ve never known.

Fisting my hands at my sides, I try to keep my legs from running down the hall. Knocking my bedroom door open hard enough for it to bang loudly against the wall, I find her waiting on my bed patiently, Wyatt in an armchair in the corner. Axel lowers onto the bed, his fingers playing with Avery’s hair, her chest lifting and falling with anticipation. He’s barely touching her, yet her eyes are frantic with need. Exactly how I want her, I smirk to myself.

Planting a fresh beer in Wyatt’s hand, I give him a side wink. “Take a swig every time she cums,” I tell him, just to make sure he pays enough attention. We haven’t come this far for him to pussy out and pretend he doesn’t want to watch anymore.

As I near the bed, Axel and Avery stand together and wait for my instruction. I shiver, my dominant side roaring to life, a voice in my head screaming to bend and break them both. However, I promised Dax and Huxley I would play nice. The pair are lingering by the window, not knowing whether to sit or stand, but simultaneously deciding to cross their arms.

“Undress her,” I order, forcing my back to press against the wall. Axel takes his time, giving us all a show as he draws a path up her legs with his fingers. Reaching the edge of her dress, he eases it upwards, revealing her creamy skin bit by bit until the green material is pushed over her head. We all inhale sharply at the same time. The black lace framing her breasts push them up ever-so-slightly, her perfect nipples pink and pebbled. The curve of her hips are also enhanced by the high straps of the thong, tilting over her thighs and disappearing between her legs.

Avery stands tall, unashamed, undeterred by those only gawking at her. The circular scars on her ribs don’t matter to her anymore. She knows she’s flawless in our eyes. Not waiting for my next command, Avery takes her turn, unbuttoning the few buttons at the base of Axel’s collar bone, stripping him of his navy polo shirt with painful slowness. Rising onto her ballet-perfected tiptoes, she pushes it over his head, kissing a path over his jaw.

“Who said you could kiss him?” I ask but there’s no anger in my voice. Avery mutters against Axel’s skin.

“I did.” I grin, catching a similar look in Huxley’s eyes. We move at the same time, my hand curling into Avery’s hair whilst Huxley grabs her throat. She’s spun and trapped between us, her back to my front, her wide blue eyes blinking up at Hux.

“You’re not in control tonight, Little Swan,” he breathes and then ravages her mouth. Avery arches against me, a moan filtering through their kiss. I can only imagine how delicious it feels being trapped between mine and Huxley’s erections, the roughness of our slacks rubbing against her sensitive areas. I grind into her ass, tightening my grip on her hair to pull her head back gently. Just enough to force a gasp against Huxley’s lips. Her body is trembling but not in fear, in anticipation. There’s a commendable tension in her muscles as she fights to keep control. But she won’t win tonight. Not against us.

“You’re going to do exactly as you’re told.” I lean down, brushing my lips against Avery’s ear. Beneath me, she straightens, the trembling subsiding in an instant. I look over her shoulder, catching the defiant gleam in her eye and I meet it with my own. Oh please defy me, Peach.

Grabbing the clasp of Huxley’s belt buckle, Avery smoothly pulls it free from his trousers and turns between us to face me. Threading the tail into the buckle, I watch in fascination as she pulls the loop smaller and repeatedly winds the leather back on itself. Pushing her hands into each hoop she’s managed to create, Avery takes the loose end of the belt in between her teeth and pulls securely. The strap tightens around her wrists in makeshift handcuffs, the quick snap of it like an arrow of pleasure to my dick. I’m throbbing painfully behind my zipper.

“I may not be in control, but I can still manage my own pleasure,” Avery tells me with a reassured tilt to her head.

Huxley grins against her neck, placing firm kisses trailing her shoulder. With each one, he grows more possessive, marking her with his teeth. I stare at her self-bound hands, her vulnerability wrapped in strength, and it only stokes my hunger for her more.

“Okay, Peach,” I grin, taking a hold of her arms. “Where would you like us to fuck you? On the bed, the floor or in the shower?” Avery raises a challenging brow.

“Against the windowsill, and Dax goes first.” Behind me, Dax shifts to uncross his arms and clear his throat, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him. I give him a long side glance before relenting, stepping aside to drag Avery towards him. Huxley moans at the loss of his plaything. The lines blur between who’s really in control as Avery places her bound hands onto Dax’s chest and pushes him to sit on the ledge. Then she lowers to kneel between his legs and I see my opportunity.

Whilst Dax obeys her every whim, unfastening his slacks and pulling his cock out for her, I grab Hux and Axel, taking them over to the dresser. The top drawer is filled with the sex toys I purchased during today’s supply run with Hux, while we concocted this entire evening in the front of his SUV. I thought we’d find a butt plug at best, but a bit of charming the local hairdresser and she told us of a sex shop at the far side of the small town. It did not disappoint.

Resting near the front are a pair of polished stainless steel butt plugs, medium and large, each adorned with a sparkling gemstone at the base, glinting under the light. Next to them are glass dildos in varying sizes and textures—one smooth, one ribbed, and another with a curved design intended to tease every sensitive spot imaginable. A bright pink vibrator sits in the corner, the one which Huxley confiscated from Avery a while ago. I was hoping she’d come begging for it eventually.

My fingers brush over the soft velvet restraints, although it doesn’t look like we’ll be needing them anymore. Avery has created her own type of binding. Alongside it lies a box of vibrating cock rings and silver nipple clamps on a delicate chain. What can I say, I’m a greedy bastard.

Axel’s gaze flickers between the toys, his grin widening as he reaches for a pair of feathered ticklers and a tube of flavored lube. A hand lashes out to knock the ticklers aside.

“No, this one,” a gruff voice cuts through the air. Wyatt lifts the handle of a leather paddle and hands it to Axel. All three of us bend forward to look at him with questioning gazes but he just shrugs and returns to his armchair, beer still clasped in hand and untouched. Okay then.

I take the paddle from Axel, swapping it out with the larger butt plug. Axel made it clear back at the sex club that he has no desire to punish Avery in the ways he might have taken his sexual frustrations out of other women, even more on occasion. I have no such issue, testing the weight of the paddle in my hand. Huxley doesn’t take anything but follows us across the room, stripping down to his boxers as he goes. I order Axel to do the same whilst I shed my slacks.

The three of us lower around Avery’s kneeling frame, her head lowering as she takes Dax’s cock deep into the back of her throat. I merely sit and watch for a while, admiring the sight of how well she takes him, how long she can buckle down and hold her breath until Dax is squirming. His head knocks back against the glass, eyes squeezed shut. Poor dude isn’t going to last.

Squeezing lube onto the butt plug, Axel meets Huxley’s eye and the pair nod. My blackened heart lifts at the sight, watching my boys divide and conquer the girl we’ve chosen to belong to us. After easing the thong down to her knees, Axel rubs the plug around Avery’s puckered hole, Huxley slides his hand around her front, instantly locating her clit.

Avery jolts, her throat constricting around Dax’s cock and drawing a groan from both of them. I smirk, running the paddle along Avery’s curved spine.

“Who liked that more, I wonder?” I smirk. Sweat beads across Dax’s forehead. When Huxley rubs at her clit again, Avery jolts once more and I bring the paddle down on her asscheek, hard. She cries out, releasing Dax with a pop. Twisting her head to glare at me, I grip her chin.

“Keep still, or you’ll get another one.” Turning her back, I pull open her jaw and lower her onto Dax, helping to bob her head a few times. Huxley’s arm flexes as he moves once more and this time, Avery remains still. I use the paddle to rub the reddened spot blossoming on her ass. “Such a good girl. Go ahead and fuck her with your fingers, Hux.” He does just that, sliding his fingers inside of her. I’m jealous, but my time will come. I want her tender and used, believing she can’t give anymore until I squeeze another climax out of her wrought body.

With her remaining in place, Axel is now able to work the butt plug inside, a centimeter at a time. Avery whines beautifully, her thighs trembling. I watch closely, anticipating the moment she tenses, and rises up a little higher on her knees, clenching so Axel can’t make any more progress. Huxley’s fingers keep up a steady pace but it’s not enough to coax her to relax. Instead the surprise of the paddle cracking against her flesh is enough to shock her into baring down, taking the entire butt plug at once. I drop the paddle then, drawing her head over her shoulder.

“Doesn’t that feel good, Peach?” She nods with Dax’s cock filling her mouth. I stroke the column of her throat with one finger. “Since your mouth is full, I’ll make the decision of who gets your sweet pussy first.” She doesn’t argue, her brows knitted together as she continues to work Dax into a frenzy.

Huxley’s arm is pumping now, the veins popping from his forearm as his pace increases. Axel and I help him along, with Axel reaching around to harshly rub her clit whilst I’m pinching and rolling her nipples until she’s jerking on a muffled scream.

“Oh fuck!” Dax moans, the vibrations of Avery’s throat too much for him to handle. I push down on the back of her head, forcing her to take every drop of his cum as he explodes in her throat. His knuckles are white, clenched around the window’s ledge until he’s slumping against the glass. I release Avery’s head, allowing her to come up for air whilst looking over my shoulder to Wyatt.

“That’s one.” He raises his beer towards me and drinks down a quarter of the bottle. His dick is tented in his slacks but otherwise, he remains impassive. We’ll see about that.

“She’s all yours Hux,” I jerk my chin. The blond looks up in shock, clearly expecting to be left until last. Avery slumps into him, still catching her breath while I grab the back of Axel’s head. Slamming his mouth into mine, his hands skim up my thighs, thumbs tracing over the edge of my boxers. I draw my tongue along the seam of his mouth, asking him to open up to me and he does instantly. My darling, submissive Axel.

I slowly coax him over to the bed, taking our party away from the show Huxley and Avery are going to put on for Wyatt. Every time I glance over, he’s staring intently, not missing a single detail. He’ll need them for when he retreats to his room to jerk off later. Avery has taken back control, her stubborn nature shining through. Hux is only happy to let her straddle him, gazing up at her with chocolate brown eyes filled with awe and wonder. He’d do anything for that woman. We all would.

“Focus on me,” Axel drags me down onto the mattress with him. He gets it. I need to take out my pent-up frustration on him first. When Avery decided to withhold sex from me, she effectively sent me into an unstoppable frenzy to fuck some sense into her. Whilst battling that urge, I had to do the thing I hate most and dig down into my feelings, allowing myself to be vulnerable with Axel. Sure, I never would have without the push, but now that beast inside is clawing to burst free and sink my teeth and dick into Avery simultaneously.

Covering Axel with my body, we fight for control, ending up on our sides with our legs tangled. Smashing my lips against Axel’s, sure there will be bruises left, I push my clenched fists against his exposed abs as his nails deepen into my nape. It’s a feral display which Axel neutralizes in an instant when his hands lower to the buttons of my shirt. I freeze along the length of him, the first of my own tremors juddering down my back. Our kisses turn softer, a gentle plea from me to stop but I don’t attempt to push his hands aside. Axel has been testing my boundaries all week and I no longer have the energy to deny him.

Working his way down to the bottom, the shirt material opens. A shiver of cold air hits my chest and abdomen so I nudge closer to cover myself in Axel’s shadow. His hazel eyes search for mine, an open kindness waiting there.

“You look beautiful like this,” he whispers, the words so soft they almost get lost in the tension-filled air.

“Not now,” I shake my head, a flare of embarrassment lining my cheeks. But he ignores me. Placing his lips on my collar bone, Axel kisses my skin in places I’ve never let him go before. My chest, over my heart, my sternum. He stops at each nipple to slowly flick his tongue over the bud. I gasp, silencing a groan. If he knows how incredible that feels, he’ll want to do it all the time.

Moving lower, I brace my hands on his shoulders to stop him. Axel lifts his head, searching my eyes again. When I don’t object, he kisses my sternum and shifts over to kiss each of my ribs, then moves to the other side.

I lie frozen, trapped in a shell of myself. If I order him to stop, the others will hear and wonder what’s wrong. The soft press of his lips are excruciating, gliding over the parts I hate most about myself. The ribs that used to stick out like a skeleton, the stomach that used to growl for food I didn’t have.

As Axel’s lips continue their slow, deliberate path down my torso, my body feels like it’s shutting down. The weight of his affection, his tenderness, is unbearable against the parts of me that scream imperfection. His touch is gentle, reverent even, but in my head, all I can see are the harsh angles, the bones that once protruded grotesquely, and the softness that has returned, a reminder of all the years I fought against my own reflection.

I press my palms harder against his shoulders, not to push him away but to ground myself, to stop from spiraling. His lips trace over the sharp lines of my ribs, and I flinch. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull away. My breath comes in shallow bursts, each kiss sending waves of discomfort crashing over me.

“I can’t,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but Axel hears it. He pauses, his lips hovering just above my skin, waiting. I know he’s giving me a choice, waiting for me to push him away, but I can’t. I’m trapped in this moment, torn between wanting to let him in and the deep-rooted fear that he’ll see me the way I see myself—broken, ruined.

Just when I think he might stop, he reaches up, gently cupping my face in one hand. I can hear his voice in my head, his reassurance drowning out the voices that plagued me.

You’re safe with me. I know you don’t see what I see, but you’re not that person anymore. You’re more than your scars.

He’s wrong of course, but Axel has a way of peeling back the layers, of seeing straight through me. I hate it, but at the same time, I need it. I need him. I close my eyes, and release my hands from his shoulders. I remain tense, anticipating the next press of his lips which doesn’t come.

“You’ve done so well,” Axel’s breath fans my abs. The hand on my cheek shifts, grabbing for a pillow which he covers my front with. Then his hands are on my boxers, my cock springing free before his face. Desire rushed back through me with renewed vigor, the weight of a dam bursting open releasing from my chest. Swirling his tongue around my tip, I moan, fully relaxing into the mattress.

In the background, Avery’s moans have taken over the room. Skin slapping flesh pounds against the hard flooring as she screams, falling apart in a display I can envision perfectly in my mind. I roll my hips, trying to gain more friction from Axel’s mouth but he’s playing hardball. His hands clench my thighs, pinning me in place. God, I love his strength. I hear the dull knock of glass on wood as Wyatt places down his empty bottle and leaves.

At the same time as Axel stops toying with me, taking my cock fully into his mouth, Huxley lifts and lowers a shaky Avery onto my face, the taste of his cum spreading over my tongue.

“Happy New Years,” Hux chuckles, tapping my arm as he and Dax also leave. And with that, the line between control and surrender dissolves entirely.