Mag-log in— Autumn ‘Good luck!’ I text Axel as I gear up for the race. Despite Tate’s incessant pressure, I’d stayed firm on my decision about Axel — no sabotage. I genuinely wanted him to do well. The only reason I’d even asked about the stupid ritual in the first place was because I wanted to get Tate off my back. ‘Thanks baby,’ Axel texts back. My heart flutters and I catch myself stupidly grinning as I stare at my phone screen. ‘Got your lucky jersey on and ready to go?’ I text him. ‘Actually … no.’ I stare at Axel’s text for several seconds. ‘No? What?’ I text. ‘It’s missing. My jersey.’ Heat rises to my cheeks. I really hope this isn’t what I think it is. I fire off a quick text. ‘What the fuck? Didn’t you say you kept it locked up?’ ‘I do.’ ‘Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be fine. We’ll be starting any minute, though, so I’ve got to go. xx’ I feel sick to my stomach. There’s only one person who knows where Axel’s jersey is, and I know who it is. Tate. I can’t fucking believe thi
— Autumn His cock plunges into me right when I start coming. I momentarily black out as sensation overwhelms me. A split second later, I’m back in the present. Fireworks are exploding throughout my body. It feels like a million tiny bottles of champagne are being uncorked, releasing bubbles of bliss throughout my body. My cunt spasms wildly and my ass tightens around Axel’s cock. He digs his fingers into my hips and begins to ram furiously into my ass as I come. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you come,” he groans, yanking a fistful of my hair. My back arches up off the counter and I feel a bead of sweat roll down my temple. Pleasure is still coursing through my veins while Axel continues rubbing my clit. “Come again for me, baby,” he whispers. I’m so wildly turned on by everything — his cock in my ass, the feeling of his thighs slamming against my tender ass cheeks, the pleasure blooming in my cunt, and the filthy things he’s whispering in my ear — that I start to feel another water
— Autumn Axel presses his thick cock into my channel and I moan as his member stretches me. He presses his thumb deeper into my ass, and it creates a full sensation. “How does it feel to be filled up in both your holes?” he whispers to me as he lifts my head up off the counter. Before I can respond, he reaches down and lightly brushes my swollen clit with his free hand. The pleasure is sharp and instant. It zings through my body like a shot of Red Bull. I feel my cunt contract as he presses harder onto my clit. He releases my clit and lands a sharp slap to my ass cheek. Disappointment rushes through me at the loss of sensation. I could feel my body starting to peak, and he just ripped it away. “No!” “Use your words.” He slaps my other ass cheek and a fiery current runs through my body. “Please touch m—my pussy,” I whimper. “Such a dirty girl,” he says slowly. He reaches back for my cunt and I sigh when he starts touching me again. He starts to draw small circles while he g
YES! My body is screaming. But all I can do is look away and nod. He grabs my chin and turns it back towards his face. I realize what I’ve just done — disobeyed him again, right after he chastised me. Oops. “Is this your way of asking for an extra hard spanking?” Without giving me time to answer, he suddenly stands up from the couch. He grips the bottoms of my thighs with his hands, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him like a koala bear. He carries me effortlessly to the kitchen and sets me down right in front of the counter. “Bend over. Hands flat against the counter.” Shivering, I lower my naked upper body onto the cool marble. My breasts squish against the hard material and my cunt clenches. My entire body is tense. Buzzing. I spread my palms flat like Axel says and strain to hear what he’s doing. I hear the sound of objects rattling around. Maybe he’s looking for something? Then the sound of a cabinet closing. I hold my breath as he makes his
— Autumn I show up at Axel’s door wearing knee-high suede boots and a trench-coat. I’m wearing a red mesh lingerie get-up underneath. I fiddle with my garter belt through the trench, hoping that it hasn’t shifted since I put it on. What if my makeup smudged on the car ride over? My stomach’s been in knots since Axel and I last talked. I’ve told myself I’m just nervous about the plan, but the truth is, I think it’s more than that. I don’t have time to think about that right now, though. I start to jostle through my purse to look for my compact mirror when the door swings open. “Autumn!” Axel’s gray eyes light up as he sees me. A wide smile spreads across his chiseled face, and I feel something warm melt in my stomach. For someone who’s usually so serious, it’s rare to see Axel looking so carefree. A sharp pang of guilt courses through my stomach. Am I making a big mistake? Should I just forget about the plan? Axel welcomes me in, and I set my purse down. “Oh, before I forget,”
— Autumn “Pleaseeeee,” I beg Axel. “You know, if you were any other girl, I’d say no. I’ve never had a girl sleep over the night before a race.” “Good thing I’m not any other girl.” “Well, I can’t think of any other girl who would be as stubborn as you,” he says in a teasing voice. “Assertive,” I correct him. Axel laughs. “That too.” “So when should I come over? 7?” “You’re something else, Autumn.” “Beg for forgiveness, not permission, right?” Axel chuckles over the phone. “You know, a woman said that. Grace Hopper. She was an officer in the navy and a computer scientist.” “You must be her modern-day incarnation, then. You know, I’ve never asked, but is your brother anything like you?” Oh shit. He’s bringing up my brother. He knows I don’t have a brother, but he doesn’t know that I know that he knows. Fuck. Trying to keep this lie straight is doing my head in. “A bit. Why’d you ask?” “You have the perfect temperament for racing, that’s all. Did you ever try it?” Hmm.







