Page 52 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

“Do you ever touch yourself, sweetheart?”

I shake my head. I’ve tried a few times, but it always felt so taboo, so wrong. “No.”

“It’s healthy and good for you. Will you try it now?” My stomach bottoms out and my breath hitches. Holy shit, is he serious? Can I do that? My entire body feels like it’s on fire, and my core clenches tightly, desperately. I nod, wantingto at least try.

“Slip your hand into your panties and tell me how wet you are.”

I bite down on my lower lip, gnawing at it, contemplating if I can really do this. Axel doesn’t stop stroking himself, his palm gliding over his hard length from root to tip. I can’t see him completely, but he looks so good, and heat pools between my legs. My heart flips over repeatedly in my chest, my breathing shallow and ragged.

I have no idea where my confidence comes from, but my hand skates up my thigh slowly, my eyes never leaving his through the glass. Goosebumps scatter across my skin, my heart working in overdrive. I know he can’t see much, just outlines and overall shapes, the fogged glass keeping us both distorted just enough, but there’s still no denying what we’re doing. I’ve struggled to touch myself, but with Axel’s eyes on me, his voice urging me forward, all fear and reservations seem to dissipate.

When I reach my underwear, there’s a wet spot on the fabric. I slide over it, sparks shooting from my core outward. Then I’m pushing my panties down, letting the material fall to the floor. Axel’s eyes track the movement, his hand running over his length a little faster now. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Does he really want to help me? Or is he using me for his selfish gain? My head starts to swim, panic beginning to claw its way through my chest.

“Stay with me, Sienna. You’re safe. I’m right here. It’s just the two of us. Focus on the feeling. Close your eyes if you need to. Slide your fingers up your slit.” I take a deep, steadying breath, keeping my eyes focused on Axel’s. I don’t want to look away, so I don’t. He looks so good, and as I drag my middle finger up my center, I’m met with so much moisture it surprises me. My lips fall open slightly, pleasure sparking from the spot. So, I do it again.

“That’s it, baby girl. Does that feel good? Fuck, look at you. Tell me how wet you are.”

“So wet, Axel. I’ve never . . .”

“It’s good, baby. The wetter the better. Keep going. Focus on the feeling.” The feeling is incredible, but what he doesn’t know is that I’m focusing my attention onhim. He’s consuming, and I don’t want this to end. All other thoughts seem to disintegrate around me, melting into the steam swirling around my head.

I dip my finger inside, just to the first knuckle, my knees practically giving out when I pull out and drag my arousal back up to where sparks had me nearly seeing stars. I press against my clit, swirling around the bud, my legs quivering, my lower stomach contracting.

Axel keeps stroking his length, his eyes roaming all over my body. His muscles flex, the veins in his forearm protruding.

“Sienna, you look so good right now. Does it feel good?”

“Yes. So good. I think, god, I think I’m?—”

“You’re gonna come. Let go and come for me, baby girl. Make yourself feel good. You deserve to feel so good.”

Pleasure builds and builds until suddenly, it snaps. I gasp, arching forward, digging my nails into the curve of the counter I’m leaning against. Wave after wave crashes over me, and I struggle to get air into my desperate lungs. It’s euphoria. My brain completely turns off; all that exists is this feeling I never want to end.

Then it starts to ebb, and I pull my hand away, slowly sitting up just in time to watch as Axel releases a long, deep, sexy moan. Cum erupts from his length, his hand continuing to pump steadily over it.

“Sienna,” he moans, and I practically melt into the floor. Did he just finish to me?My haze clears quickly, and I turn, leaving the bathroom and crawling back under the sheets. Ican’t believe I just masturbated with Axel right in front of me, while watching me. Oh my god, I watched him. What was I thinking? I focus my eyes out the bedroom window, the wind blowing cooling gusts to caress over my heated cheeks.

It’s only a few moments before Axel returns to the bedroom, walking around to my side of the bed in nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist, the deep V of his pelvis defined and . . . mouthwatering.

He squats down in front of me, brushing the hair from my face. My heart immediately settles, the pressure in my chest starting to lessen. What is it about this man that calms my nervous system?

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. Did that feel good?” God, can I just disappear now? Why is this so embarrassing? It definitely wasn’t while it was happening. “No getting lost in your head, Sienna. There’s nothing wrong with what we just did.”

“Axel . . .” I argue.

“We’re two consenting adults. That’s the most important thing. And remember? We’re helping you explore touch and learning to love it, to crave it, to fulfill all your desires. That’s going to come with some orgasms, and there’s no better way to learn to love your body than to explore it yourself.”

“And if I didn’t want you in the room when I do it?”

“Then I’d leave, no questions asked. But we both know you loved my eyes on you while you played with your pussy. You’re very pretty when you come, by the way.”

My cheeks flush, and I want to bury my head in the pillow. But there’s no hiding from Axel. He sees and notices everything.

“You liked it?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. He runs his fingers over my forehead, trailing down theside of my face and jaw. His eyes pierce into me with so much heat, I know his answer before he speaks the truth of it.

“Yeah, baby girl, I really fuckin’ liked it. I liked watching you take control of your body, liked watching you come, liked having your eyes on me while I stroked my dick. You made me come so fucking hard, Sienna.”

“You have a dirty mouth, Axel James.”