24. Aksel

24

AKSEL

Z ara speaks with her boss on the phone, her voice laced with frustration. The man's demands for the return of the equipment fill me with irritation. To return the equipment, Zara has to go back to the States.

When Zara hangs up, the weight of her boss's words settles over her. I can see the tension in her shoulders and the uncertainty in her eyes. "He says if I don't return the equipment, he'll come here himself to get the equipment and drag me back to Minnesota," she says, her voice small. He thinks I've lost my mind."

A low rumble escapes my throat. "Let him try," I growl, my fingers clenching into fists. "I'll kill him if he so much as sets foot in my territory."

Zara's eyes widen at my word. "Aksel, you can't be serious," she whispers.

I step closer to her, my gaze unwavering. "I'm deadly serious, little bird," I say. "No one, and I mean no one, will come here and take you away from me."

She opens her mouth, perhaps to protest, but I silence her with a gentle touch to her cheek.

"You belong to me, Zara," I murmur, my thumb caressing her soft skin. "And I will never let anyone take you from me. If your boss dares to set foot near this cabin, I'll show him the true meaning of survival of the fittest."

The intensity of my words sinks in, and I can see the conflict within her. Part of her is terrified of my violent side, I know, but there's also a spark of something else—a glimmer of understanding, perhaps even a hint of desire.

I pull her close, enveloping her in my embrace, and she doesn't resist. "You're mine, little bird," I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

I pull Zara onto my lap, feeling her soft thighs against my own. Her skirt hikes up, baring her long, slender legs, and I can't resist the urge to slide my hands up, caressing her smooth skin. She lets out a soft gasp, her breath hitching as she feels my cock against her.

"I made you pancakes," I breathe against her neck.

She rocks her hips against me, seeking friction. "Not sure I'll be able to focus on the pancakes," she moans.

With a devilish smirk, I free myself from the constraints of my pants, letting my hardness spring free. I hear her breath quicken and feel her body stiffen momentarily before relaxing against me. I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, and then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I slide inside her.

"Aksel," she murmurs. "What are you doing?"

I chuckle, the sound rumbling in my chest. "Cockwarming, baby girl," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. "I want you to keep me nice and warm while you eat these pancakes."

Her cheeks flush, a delicate pink spreading across her skin as she realizes my intent. She shifts against me, a slight movement that sends a jolt of pleasure through me.

I pick up a forkful of pancakes and bring it to her lips. She opens her mouth obediently, taking the bite, her eyes never leaving mine. I savor the sight of her full lips wrapped around the fork, the syrup glistening on her lips.

As she swallows, I feel her body relax further against mine.

"Good girl," I murmur, nipping at her skin. "Just like that, little bird. Keep me warm while I take care of you."

I feed my little bird, forkful by forkful, and her eyes glaze over with a mixture of hunger and frustration. She whimpers softly as her hips begin to rock against me, slowly at first, then with growing insistence.

A smug smile spreads across my face. "Seems like you're enjoying breakfast as much as I am, baby girl," I purr, my voice deep and husky.

She lets out a shaky breath, her hips stuttering to a stop. "A-Aksel," she stammers, her cheeks flushed. "I—I can't help it. I want you so badly."

I still her with a firm hand on her hip, my eyes flashing with a warning. "Don't you dare try to milk my cock, little bird," I growl. "You know the deal. You're here to keep my cock warm, not to get greedy."

Her lips part in a silent gasp, her eyes sparkling. She knows better than to disobey me, but the hunger in her eyes betrays her.

"Be a good girl and sit still," I instruct sternly.

Zara bites her lip, her eyes flicking to where we're joined. She swallows hard, her throat working as she suppresses a moan. Her hips twitch ever so slightly, and I feel her inner walls clench around me.

I growl a warning, my hand tightening on her hip possessively. "Don't even think about it, baby girl. Nice and still while I feed you."

She whimpers, her body trembling with the effort of holding still. I can feel her heat, her need, and it only serves to fuel my desire.

"That's it," I murmur, stroking her cheek. "Fight that insatiable fucking lust of yours."

Her hunger for me is palpable, and it only fuels my desire to possess her completely as she squirms even more.

"Easy there, little bird," I murmur, lifting another forkful of pancakes to her lips. "You know the rules. No moving, no greedy little whimpers. Just sit still and let me feed you."

Her eyes flutter closed as she obediently takes the next bite. I can feel her inner walls clenching around me, her body betraying her need.

"That's a good girl," I praise. "Now, why don't you tell me about your family? It might help distract you from that little ache between your thighs."

Zara's eyes snap open, her cheeks flushing with desire and embarrassment. "M-my family?" she stammers, her voice trembling.

I chuckle, my fingers trailing along her thigh. "Yes, little bird. Your family. The people you left behind to come here and be mine."

She swallows hard, her gaze flickering away from mine for a moment. "Well, there's not much to tell. I told you it was just my parents and my brother. I have aunts and uncles, but we're not particularly close."

I hum thoughtfully, taking another bite and offering it to her.

"And how do you think they'll react when you tell them you're not returning?" I ask. "That you've chosen to stay with me in the wilderness?"

Zara's breath hitches, her eyes widening. I can see the conflict in her gaze, the struggle between her desire for me and the lingering ties to her old life.

"I...I don't know," she murmurs, her voice soft. "They won't understand. They'll think I've lost my mind."

I tut softly, shaking my head. "Now, now, little bird. Don't be so hard on yourself. You haven't lost your mind at all. You've found your true self."

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "You belong here, with me. In the wild, where you can be free and uninhibited. Where you can embrace your primal urges without shame."

Zara shivers, her body trembling against mine. I can feel her arousal growing, her inner walls fluttering around my cock.

"Aksel," she breathes, her voice tinged with desperation. "I...I can't..."

"Shh," I soothe, trailing kisses along her jawline.

Her eyes flutter closed, and a soft whimper escapes her lips.

With a wicked grin, I lean in and capture her lips in a searing kiss, claiming her mouth with a fierce possessiveness. She melts against me, her body pliant and yielding.

Her body betrays her eagerness. I feel her needy little whimpers against my neck as she bucks her hips, seeking the friction she craves. She knows not to disobey, but her hunger for more is plain to see—and feel.

A smile curves my lip. "What's this, baby girl?" I purr, nipping at her lobe. "Can't control that naughty little pussy of yours?"

"P-please, Aksel," she whimpers, her voice shaking. "I need more. I need you to fuck me, please."

I chuckle, the sound deep and rumbling. "You can't keep my cock warm without begging for more, huh?" I tease, giving her a slight rock of my hips to demonstrate exactly what I'm denying her.

"You're such a naughty little slut, aren't you, Zara?" I murmur, twisting my fingers in her hair and forcing her head back roughly. "Couldn't keep that greedy cunt of yours still if your life depended on it."

She moans, her eyes fluttering closed as I tweak her nipple. "Please," she begs, her voice hoarse. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. Just please, fuck me and make me yours."

I smirk, loving having my girl completely at my mercy. I tighten my grip on her hair, tugging at it to let her know I'm in control.

"Since you asked so nicely, baby girl," I growl, grabbing her hips and lifting her off my cock before slamming her back down. "Take it. Take my cock nice and deep."

A keening whimper escapes her as I fuck her with hard, relentless thrusts. She's breathless, boneless against me, and I know she's hanging on by a thread.

"Good girl," I praise, peppering kisses along her jawline, even as I mercilessly pound into her. "That's how you keep my cock warm, little bird. You take it hard and deep, and you beg for more."

Her climax builds. I can feel it in the flutter of her inner walls, the way she squeezes me like a vise. "Come for me," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. "But keep those greedy thighs of yours nice and wide. Let me see how wide you can stretch for me."

At my words, she cries out, her body convulsing around me as she shatters into a million pieces. I feel her inner walls pulsing, milking me, and it takes every ounce of my control not to follow her over the edge.

But I'm not done yet. I slow my thrusts, drawing out her pleasure, relishing her soft, satiated whimpers. "That's it, little bird," I croon, kissing her forehead gently. "Ride that high for me. Let your pussy milk my cock."

Zara shudders, her body trembling in the aftermath of her release, and I can feel the slight convulsions of her inner walls as they continue to pulse around me.

"A-Aksel," she breathes.

Her words trail off into a moan as I start to move again, slow and deep, drawing out her post-orgasmic bliss.

"I...I can't—oh God?—"

"So sensitive, aren't you, little bird?" I purr, nipping at her neck, marking her as mine. "My greedy little slut, always wanting more."

She whimpers, her fingers digging into my arms, her thighs clenching tight around my hips. "I can't help it," she gasps, her voice pleading. "It's too much, Aksel. I can't?—"

I cut off her words with a particularly deep thrust, silencing her with a groan. "Can't what?" I challenge, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back into her. "Can't take it? Or can't get enough?"

"B-both," she stammers, her eyes squeezed shut as I pound into her. "I can't take any more, but I need—oh, God, Aksel—more!"

I pull out of my little bird's cunt, and with a savage growl, I sweep the plates off the table. Zara gasps, her eyes widening as the porcelain shatters, but she doesn't protest as I bend her over the table. Her skirt hikes up, baring that luscious ass I've been dying to claim.

I can't resist the urge to bite one plump cheek, marking her as mine. She cries out, her body tensing.

Stepping back, I grab a bottle of olive oil and pour a generous amount onto my palms. I smirk as I rub my hands together, feeling the slick liquid warm between my fingers.

"Now," I purr, tracing a finger down the crack of her ass. "It's time to give my little bird something she needs."

She stiffens, her body going rigid. I know this is new territory for her, and the anticipation is thrilling. Slowly, I pour the oil onto her tight little hole, watching it gleam in the flicker of firelight.

I hear her sharp intake of breath as I tease her, circling my finger around her entrance. "Relax, baby girl," I murmur, my voice low and soothing. "Just breathe. I'll take care of you."

With gentle pressure, I press the tip of my finger against her, slowly pushing inside. She tenses, her body resisting, but then, with a soft gasp, she relaxes, letting me in.

"That's it," I praise, working my finger slowly in and out. "So tight. Just relax and let me open you up."

I scissor my fingers, adding a second, stretching her, preparing her for what's to come. She whimpers, her body trembling, but she nods, urging me.

"Please, Aksel," she breathes, her voice thick with desire. "I need—I need you inside me. I need to feel you in my ass."

I chuckle, the sound dark and dangerous. "As you wish, baby girl," I growl, lining up the head of my cock with her hole. I slowly push against her, feeling her tense around me. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust, before pushing forward, claiming her virgin ass.

A strangled moan escapes her throat as I sink into her, inch by delicious inch. "Fuck," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "It's too much, Aksel. It hurts."

"Shh, baby girl," I soothe, even as I pull back before thrusting forward, claiming her a little more. "It's supposed to. But I promise, the pain will fade, and soon, you'll beg for more."

I slowly stretch her, filling her. She's so fucking tight around me, squeezing me like a vise, and I have to clench my jaw to maintain control.

"That's it," I groan, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into her. "Take it. Take my cock in that tight little ass."

She's whimpering now, her body trembling with each thrust, but soon, the pain will fade, leaving only pleasure in its wake.

I grab her hips to pull her back onto me. "Take what you need. Milk my cock with that greedy little ass of yours."

I take her hard and rough against the kitchen table, claiming her ass as hers shrieks and pleas echo through the cabin, mingling with the steady patter of rain outside.

Her cries fuel my desire, driving me deeper. I own her now, body and soul, and she knows it. Her nails dig into the table, scratching the wood as she meets my brutal thrusts with abandon.

"Fuck, Aksel," she gasps, her voice hoarse with need. "Harder. I need you harder."

A cruel smile stretches my lips as I grasp her hair, yanking her head back. My cock slams into her again and again. Each thrust a declaration of ownership.

"Beg for it, baby girl," I growl, my breath hot against her ear. "Beg for my cock to ruin that tight little ass of yours."

"Please, Aksel," she whimpers, her body trembling with each impact. "I need it harder. I need you to fuck me harder."

I chuckle, my grip on her hair tightening as I snap my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt. "As you wish, little bird," I grunt, setting a brutal pace. "Let's see how much you can take."

Her cries fill the cabin with a symphony of pleasure and pain. Her ass clenches around me, begging for more. I give it to her, each thrust harder than the last, driving us both closer to the edge.

"You like it rough, don't you, baby girl?" I snarl, pulling her hair harder, forcing her upper body to arch backward. "You like it when I use that tight little body of yours for my pleasure."

"Yes, Aksel, yes!" she cries, her voice thick with desire. "I'm yours. Take me, claim me, mark me. I'm your dirty little slut."

My cock twitches inside her at her filthy words, and I know I won't last much longer. My lips brush her ear as I whisper, "Come for me, baby girl. I want to feel you shatter around me."

Her body tenses, every muscle corded with anticipation, and then she comes apart with a piercing scream, her ass clenching and releasing around my cock. I feel her pussy squirt, coating my thighs, and it's too much.

With a feral growl, I let myself go, claiming her ass as mine, pumping my release deep inside her. Her hole milks me for every fucking drop, and I know this is only the beginning.

We fall apart, breathless and sated. Zara turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes shining with adoration.

"Mine," I growl, leaning forward to claim her lips in a searing kiss while my cock remains deep in her ass. "Now and forever, little bird. You're mine."

She shudders at my possessive words, her eyes fluttering closed as she melts into my embrace. "Yours," she whispers, her lips brushing mine. "Always and forever, Aksel."