Axel...
Within an hour, we were both refreshed from our showers, and together in the cabin room, my stomach grumbled through the dense silence. Axel chuckled as he sunk deep into a cushioned chair, quietly reading some reports, while I moved restlessly around, my thoughts in a confused tangle, my emotions clashing within my mind, all opposing considerations eventually bypassed by anger at Axel's arrogant mastery over me.
He bathed me without implying that he would touch me again. Then he allowed me to stand behind him while he took a shower. I was being tortured by him. He's a jerk! It was impossible not to recall the times I'd showered with Axel, when our lust for each other had fueled intensely erotic encounters. I really missed him. I wanted his touch, desire, and love. My yearning fo
