rest. Her mind was working a mile a minute, thoughts visions, sensations making her tremble and blush. How could she have done that? How could she have allowed him to...?
She felt her body heat and her pussy flooded at the thought of what had just transpired. She could still feel him against her, even though he’d left the room. That hard bulge in his pants rubbing so intimately against her.
"I can't do this," she hissed and just like that she knew that she had to escape right now.
Her lower body clenched and tingled remembering the climax he’d given her. She remembered gripping him so tightly that she never wanted to let go, wishing he would rip away the shielding clothes and possess her completely, ram that throbbing cock deep and fuck her into oblivion.
Marnie rolled out of the bed, grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Rifling through his draws she found a small knife, small but sharp. It would have to do. She ran for the door and flung it open but was thrown aside as the door was shoved inwards.
Marnie screamed her shock when she saw Axle's large frame filling the doorway. She backed away from him, feeling a ripple of fear at his closed, stony expression.
"Going somewhere?" His voice was dangerously quiet.
"I – Well I..." She cringed and backed up another step as he stepped closer. "I was just going to wash up a bit." She made a flat breathless laugh. "You know, splash my face, br – brush my teeth?"
"Ah-ha," he murmured and took another step forward. "So, you wouldn't be running away at all?"
She gave another breathless laugh, cringing at how shrill it sounded to her ears. "No! Of – Of course not. What? Me run away? Never."
"Well good," he replied. "Because if you were, I would have to punish you." He took another step and as he did pulled off his vest and let it drop to the ground. "Ooh the things I would have to do to you."
A shiver of excitement burned down her spine and pooled in her lower belly. Damn! She had to get away. Away from from this. Oh god, away from him!
"Stop," Marnie rasped and pulled her knife gripping it in both hands and keeping it between them.
His lips curled into a slow, all too predatory grin that made her toes curl and her own lips tingle.
"Are you going to kill me, Marnie?" He took another step, his expression giving away nothing.
"I have to go, and you are going to let me."
His eyes narrowed. "I was hoping you would say that."
"W – What?"
Viper fast, he advanced, knocking the knife out of her hand. With a gasp she tried to run but he grabbed her arm and yanked her against him, pulling her roughly till her back was flush against his hard front. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her harder against him and she gasped at the feel of his trapped erection, pressing against her bottom.
"Ooh..." His voice was low and sensual in her ear. "The things I'll have to do..."
P – Please," she stuttered. "I can't do this..." She struggled and whimpered at the way his arm tightened. "Damn it, Axle. Why can’t you simply put me to work? I’ll clean, I’ll cook. If you want to fuck me, do it but don’t make me…" Her words died in a breathless sob.
She felt his arm relax slightly but before she could take a relieved breath, his arm tightened again. "Don’t make you what ? Don’t make you enjoy this? Don’t make you cum?" he snapped and shoved her hard against the high bed-post.
“Why should you care whether I enjoy this? You’re just going to throw me to Carl when you’re done anyway.”
Gripping her wrists in one fist he pulled her arms over her head and held her firmly in place as he showed her the knife he’d taken from her. He tsked, shaking his head and giving her a stern look.
Taking his time, letting her get a good view of the blade in his hand, he cut first the left then the right strap holding up her satin slip. It slid down her trembling body like water over polished rocks and pooled at her feet.
Axle dropped the