Sinful Addiction

Part 21 - You Won, Man

A/N: So. . . this escalated in a way that I didn't initially intend. Some people go to church on Sunday mornings and then there are the ones who write the second half of this chapter. If you do not know what edge play is it means bordering on the boundaries and limits. It can be a dangerous thing to do and you should only ever consider doing something like this with someone who you trust and have open communication with, enjoy : )

CW: Edge play, degradation, praise kink, rope play/bondage, edging, overstimulation, and knife play (with minimal blood play).

"Auggie are you ready?" Alexia pokes her head around the corner looking in on him. "Oh my God." She says through a laugh then pursing her lips together trying to suppress a smile.

"What?"

"I-" She pauses as she tries to fight a laugh. "I—I just realized that I have never seen you with a clean-shaven face. You look... well, my age."

August finishes wiping the fluffy white shaving cream from his face as he walks over to her. Wrapping an arm around Alexia's waist, pulling her tight to his chest. "You don't like it?" He teases.

Looking straight up at him she runs her hand along his bare jaw as her face twists. "Mmm, I don't... not like it. It just doesn't seem like you. It's like what you say when I straighten my hair."

The corner of his lips begins to curl as he reaches up and swipes his finger across her nose leaving a little bit of shaving cream behind. "Now you're not ready either."

She tries to wipe her nose against his chest but he jumps out of the way just in time. Grabbing a towel she starts to clean off her face. "Okay, we need to leave within the next fifteen minutes, remember we are flying commercial the plane won't wait for us if we are late like yours will. So, chop, chop."

"Why do people say that?"

"Huh?" She stops just before walking out of the bathroom.

"Chop, chop. It's such a weird saying."

"Uhm, I think that it's Cantonese, it means hurry and was adopted by British seamen who worked with them long ago if I'm not mistaken." He looks at her in amazement. He wasn't really expecting her to know the answer, although maybe he should have assumed she would. "So, chop, chop." She claps her hands twice before leaving as he shakes his head.

Alexia checks them in on her phone as August drives to the airport. They aren't in the Bugatti like usual, August wanted to take it but Alexia is convinced it is a bad idea to leave that car in long-term parking even if it is only for three days. As she finishes checking them in she checks the seat map to see where she is, she didn't pay for a seat so she just hopes it's not the middle seat. It isn't. "August, I told you I didn't need you to bump me up to first class."

"Mhm, and I told you when you went to book the tickets in the first place to book yourself a first-class ticket not only me." He turns to look at her but she is hiding behind her phone. "So why should I listen to you if you didn't want to listen to me?"

"It was almost fifteen hundred more for a first-class ticket."

"That is not an answer."

"Actually, I think it is. I didn't want you to spend that money on me, on top of everything else. This isn't even your work trip, it's mine." Alexia says, turning off her phone.

"Yes, it is your work trip and it is an important one. You should have a comfortable flight and there was no way I am going to let you sit back in economy while I am up if first class, that would be incredibly disrespectful. My mother would roll over in her grave. You are sitting with me. End of discussion."