All Chapters of Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

— Autumn We get to Axel’s place and the last thing I remember is him picking me up from the backseat and carrying me inside. I must have been tired. When I wake up at Axel’s, I’m snuggled into white sheets. I look over and see his perfect face. One of his arms is swung across the bed, the other across me. My heart melts a little. He looks so angelic. So peaceful. So innocent. And suddenly, it all comes rushing back. I pick up my phone. Tate. He texted me. We need to talk. Call me when you get this. And just like that, my peace is shattered into a million pieces. I look back over at sleeping Axel. Would it be so wrong to forget about Tate’s text for a few hours? To pretend that this whole mess wasn’t my fault, and that just maybe, it could all work out in the end? I look at Axel, and let myself imagine for a split second that we’re together. In this alternate reality, there’s no lies, and everything is perfect. I trust him, and there’s no secrets … — Axel's POV — I wake u

— AutumnPing!I rush over to my computer. It’s an email from Tate titled Operation Bacon.Operation Bacon? I stare at the subject line for a few seconds before becoming impatient and clicking open the message.Dear General Autumn,I’ve thought long and hard and would like to propose the following plan of attack.Step 1: Deplete the Enemy’s ResourcesProposed steps: Swap out enemy’s breakfast of choice before big race. Not only will this undermine the enemy’s athletic performance, but it will also rattle them psychologically because they will be confused about where their favorite cereal has gone.Step 2: Demolish the Enemy’s MoraleProposed steps: Pinpoint sentimental or superstitious routine enemy performs before each competition. Sabotage said routine. Will shake the enemy's confidence prior to the competition.Step 3: Profit (and have a beer)Proposed steps: Delight in our success over a Guinness (or five).Your fellow patriot,TateI alternate between rolling my eyes and chucklin

— AutumnAs Axel and I make our way towards the door, I remember something. “By the way,” I say. “I didn’t know you were into feet — why didn’t you say something earlier?”Axel smirks. “I’m not.”“What? Then why did you pick that as your kink?”“Because I knew that guy wouldn’t guess it as my kink.”Smart. I think to myself. Maybe I should be annoyed by Axel’s duplicity, but truth be told, I’m impressed by his cleverness.We arrive at the door and Axel knocks. The man who guessed my kink opens the door, a lascivious smile spreads across his face. I feel my stomach clench and I rub my legs together.“What a nice surprise,” he says. “I assume you’d like to win your money back?”I nod my head.“Before I get you set up, I want to go over some ground rules, okay?”“Sure.”“We use red as a safeword for stop and yellow for slow down. You know what safewords are?”I nod and he continues.“Good. Also, if you safeword at any time, everything ends, and you get your ten dollars back. This is for

— Autumn“I want to see her red little lips wrapped around my cock,” the blonde man says.“I’ll take her pussy, then,” says the brunette.“All fours,” the blonde commands.“Wait,” the brunette says.He walks off and grabs four chairs. He pushes them together so that the seats are facing each other and touching, forming a square.“Now you can kneel.”I look at the chairs hesitantly.“Put one knee on each chair, and your hands on the other two chairs.”I get it.I get up on all fours on the chairs. The backs of the chairs are on my left and right, while my ass and face are at the edges of the chairs. I shift my weight, making sure I’m secure.“Someone hold the chairs,” the brunette says.Some other men grab the backs of the chairs.I instantly feel steadier.The blonde approaches me from the front, while the brunette walks behind me. I hear them unzip their pants at the same time and unleash their cocks.Holy fuck.I see the blonde man’s cock first, and it’s huge. Long, girthy, and with

— 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,”