All Chapters of THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

HAZELThe air feels heavier in here, like it presses down on me. Dark walls. Clean lines. Everything sharp, deliberate, controlled. There’s no softness anywhere, no warmth, no mess, no evidence of comfort. Even the bed looks more like a statement than a place to rest, large and immaculately made, untouched.Every piece of furniture is chosen, not lived in. Every decoration is intentional, not personal. This room doesn’t invite you in, it dares you to exist in it. And somehow, that makes perfect sense.This bedroom is Axel's. Stripped of pretence. Designed for dominance. Built for someone who doesn’t need comfort because he doesn’t allow himself weakness. Power hums through the space, silent but undeniable, like an extension of him even when he’s not here.I take a few steps farther inside, my fingers brushing the edge of a desk so polished it reflects my face back at me. I look out of place here. Too human. Too soft. Too… alive. And yet, I’m standing in the centre of his world.In his

HAZELAxel shuts off the light, opens the door, and leaves.Darkness swallows the room and Silence follows. I take a few more moments until I finally release the breath I was holding, the air rushing out of my lungs in a shaky exhale.That was close.“Fuck!” I whisper to myself under my breath. “What the hell was that?”My mind races, replaying everything I just witnessed, every sound, every movement, every groan that shouldn’t still be echoing inside my head.Did he just call my name when he was climaxing from whatever he was doing?The thought hits me like a slap.I shake my head hard against the carpet.That’s stupid thinking. I should get the hell out of here.Carefully, cautiously, I slide out from underneath the bed, my limbs stiff, my palms damp with sweat. I straighten slowly, listening, waiting, my ears straining for any sound outside the room.Nothing.I quickly walk towards the door and press my ear against it, holding my breath again as I try to catch anything, footsteps,

HAZELI rear my head back.“ Don't worry yourself. I am not going to go around telling anyone about your little dirty hobby in your bedroom.”“Did I give you the impression I was worried?” He raises a thick groomed eyebrow. “Let me clarify then.” Axel releases me and takes a step back.“I’m not worried about what you will or won’t say because I don't give a fuck. Most obviously, you have no one to tell and no one to listen to or believe you.”Knowing he is right and making me angrier than I wanted to be, I say,“Good-bye Axel.” I turn to walk away, but am intercepted by his frame and slammed face-first into the wall. Axel speaks, and I can feel his voice everywhere, down to the tingles in the tips of my toes.“What makes you think you’re allowed to finger fuck yourself to me.....in my bedroom of all places, without my say so?”Everything: from Axel's s hips pressing into my back, to the wisps of his breath in my ear has those undeniable flutters returning with a vengeance."It's my p

HAZELIn one swift movement, he pins both of my hands together in one of his, forcing them above my head and pressing them against the pillar behind me. My back collides with the cold surface, sending a shiver racing down my spine. Now I’m trapped. My hands are held above me … in the same position I was in upstairs. The air in the indoor sunroom is heavy with panes of glass that offer a view of the gardens. Axel cages me in with his body, a wall of heat and muscle that leaves me no room to exist on my own. I can’t breathe unless I’m breathing him; I can’t move unless I’m moving with him. I can’t feel or hear anything unless it’s him. Faced with that overwhelming power, I freeze, surrendering myself to my circumstances. That’s when he leans into my ear, his voice a low, gravelly vibration."You want me to fuck you? Don't you? I know you do.""Uh-uh, no," I say, my voice trembling as I shake my head."Are you telling me now," he continues, his tone cold as if he hasn’t heard a word I

HAZEL "That’s it, baby. You're doing so great,” Axel breathes, finally allowing me to ease back. But in seconds, he’s pulling me back. He is guiding my head back and forth as I continue to suck his cock inside my mouth. Words of encouragement and deep groans of pleasure fall from his lips while his thrusts grow harder and deeper. With every word and moan that leaves his lips..... I find myself getting desperate to please him. “From now on I expect complete obedience from you, Hazel. Do you understand?” he enunciates the last word by shoving himself deeper into my throat. I choke, and he lets me struggle for a few seconds before easing up. He jerks my head back sharply, allowing me a single breath as he says, “Although I have to admit, I love your little rebellions because I get to punish you for them.” Before I can respond, let alone take another breath of air, he’s back to choking me on his cock again. My vision darkens around the edges from how deeply he’s plunging in