Page 80 of Stains of Desire
"I could get used to this."
"Me feeding you?"
He grunts. "More like my sexy goddess servant who I'll make demands on but reward for good behavior." He wiggles his eyebrows and takes the cracker in his mouth.
I'll be your sex slave.
I squirm in my seat, thinking about how his tongue can turn me into a sweaty beggar in a matter of seconds.
He must sense my distraction or know how to read my thoughts, because he reaches over and drags his finger on my slit.
I bite a smile and avoid looking at him as my loins heat up.
"What do you think? You want to obey my every command?"
I elbow him, and he removes his finger.
"I already know the answer," he cockily states.
I don't try to deny it. I'd kneel before him and wait for hours for his orders if he told me to, which surprises me, since I've never been like that with any man. But I can't resist him. When he demands that I do something, it's electric anticipation.
"Is this a radio?" I turn the dial on a small black box.
"Looks like it."
The station is already set to a channel, and reggae music blares out.
"Whoa!" I laugh and turn the dial down.
"What kind of music do you like?" Axel asks.
"I'm not super picky. Whatever is on the radio. What about you?"
"I can handle almost anything. Not a huge techno fan. Whenever I can, I go to Summerfest."
"What is that?"
He slows as we come to the first road we've seen all morning. This one looks more traveled than the two-track one we've been on. "It's a huge festival in Wisconsin. It's eleven days of concerts and close to a million people attend."
"Wow. That sounds fun."
"Yeah. It is."
"It's every year?"
"Yep."
"When's the next one?"
He glances at his watch. "In about forty hours."
My stomach drops. "Are you missing it?"
He shrugs. "Not a big deal."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm having more fun with you. Can you read what that sign says?" He points toward a sign at least a mile away.
