15. CHAPTER 10
AXL
Ihead toward my room with the folder under my arm, staring at my phone.
It’s almost midnight, and I smile knowing that my girl is at home where she belongs.
She and Kynlee lay low tonight, which saved me from another night at Velum.
The last time, I almost came in my pants like a horny teenager from my girl grinding on my dick after I wouldn’t let her dance with another man.
She only did that shit to piss me off.
The sooner she’s mine and I can keep her locked away here at the Talon mansion, the fucking better.
I pull up her contact in my phone and type out a text, then click send.
Me: You still aren’t allowed to touch my pussy without my permission. I need my girl constantly begging to get off.
Little Heathen: You’re such a fucking asshole.
Me: But you’re wet for me, aren’t you?
Little Heathen: No.
You can fight me all you want, baby. Your cunt already knows who it belongs to.
Me: Spread your pretty legs and send me a picture of my cunt. We’ll see if you’re telling the truth.
Nothing for a full minute, and I almost wonder if she’s going to ignore me.
She’d better not push me. I’m so fucking desperate for her that I’ll show up at her house and spank her fucking ass, and then jack off on the handprints I left there.
Just when I’m thinking that sounds like a damn good idea, my phone buzzes.
Little Heathen: Fuck you, Axl.
I chuckle to myself. I know my girl—better than she thinks I do. She fights me and then does exactly what I tell her to do. Every. Fucking. Time. Saylor wants to be my little whore and my perfect good girl, even if she hasn’t realized it yet.
I stop walking and lean against the wall in the hallway. My cock is already pressing against my zipper from thinking about what it’s going to be like when I can finally fuck her.
Me: What did I fucking tell you about playing the brat games, Saylor? Spread that pussy wide so I can see just how wet my girl is.
She better do what she’s fucking told before she sees just how serious I am.
I kick off the wall and continue to my suite at the mansion.
We each get our own suite with a private bathroom.
So once she’s here, my girl will never need to leave my room if I don’t want her to.
I might even put her on a long chain, attached to a collar at her neck, so no one but me ever gets to see her.
Once I reach my door, I punch in the code and enter, closing the door behind me. I set the folder on my dresser just as my phone buzzes again.
She sent a photo. I hover my thumb over the image and open it. She has two fingers spreading her pussy open, and I immediately see that she’s fucking soaked. My gaze moves up the picture to her full tits with her shirt pulled up over them and then to her gorgeous face.
My fucking lungs stop working.
That’s my little heathen. That’s the woman I’ve been obsessing about every night for three years. That’s who I’m going to taste and fuck and own in two days. If I don’t get her, they better kill me, because I will burn this entire mansion to the ground and take her.
My cock is so hard it hurts. The piercings are making the ache even more intense since my jeans don’t give my dick any room to move.
Me: Good girl.
I unzip my jeans and pull my hard dick out of my boxer briefs, stroking it slowly while I use my other hand to video call her.
There is a series of beeps, and then she finally answers. “I did what you commanded. What do you want, Axl?”
Good. My girl is fired up.
“I’m feeling generous, little heathen. I’ll let you play with yourself if you do exactly as I say.”
She’s quiet for a second, her lips curled in that sexy look she gets when she’s trying to act mad at me. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are parted. She’s breathing harder than she wants me to know. I already know she wants to play.
I speak again before she can say something bratty to piss me off. We’ll have plenty of time for me to give her the rope to hang herself with so I can punish her. Right now I want to fucking come while I watch my girl show me what’s going to be mine. “Good girls get rewarded, baby.”
She stares at me through the screen. I can see her jaw working. She wants to tell me to go fuck myself. But she won’t. Because my heathen likes being dominated and told what to do. She just doesn’t want to like it. That’s what makes her my good girl.
“Fine.” She says it through her teeth.
“Prop the phone up so I can see all of you.”
There’s movement on the screen. She leans the phone against something on her nightstand and settles back on her bed. Now I can see her. She’s in an oversized t-shirt and nothing else. Her legs are pulled up with her knees bent.
“Lose that fucking shirt,” I tell her.
She pulls it over her head and tosses it to the side. Her nipples are already hard. I have to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from coming just from looking at her.
“Now spread your legs, baby.”
She does what she’s told. Her movements are slow, holding my stare through the camera the entire time. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. She’s so wet, I can see it from here, and my mouth waters because I already know what she tastes like. That cunt is going to be my fucking breakfast every goddamn day.
“Touch yourself, little heathen. But you don’t come until I tell you.”
Her hand slides between her thighs, and her fingers trace her clit. She moves in a slow rhythm, and her eyes flutter shut. Her lips part, and a sound comes out of her that goes straight to my cock.
“Eyes open,” I tell her. “You look at me while you finger-fuck yourself.”
Her eyes snap open. She’s glaring at me again, but her fingers don’t stop moving.
“That’s a good girl.” I stroke my cock slow, matching her rhythm. I angle my phone down so she can see what I’m doing. I groan at the sound she makes when she sees my hand wrapped around my pierced dick.
“You see what you do to me, dirty girl?” I tighten my grip and stroke harder. “You’ve been getting me off for years.”
“Axl—” Her voice breaks on my name, and her hips rock against her own hand.
“I didn’t tell you to speed up.” I keep my voice flat even though my cock is throbbing so hard I can barely think. “I’m controlling this, not you, Saylor. Don’t fucking forget that.”
She whimpers. She actually whimpers, and the sound almost ends me. Her fingers slow back down. Her thighs are shaking, and she’s biting her bottom lip so hard I’m afraid she’s going to draw blood.
“I’m going to own you, little heathen,” I tell her. “You don’t even know the fucked-up shit I’m going to do to you. And you’re going to get off on it like the good little slut you are. You’re going to kneel for your king and beg for my grace and mercy, baby.”
“I hate you.” It comes out as a whisper and it doesn’t sound like hate. Whatever my girl needs to tell herself.
“This right here is the easiest fucking thing I’m going to make you do.”
Her hips lift off the bed, and her head tips back. I stroke my cock faster to match her, and I watch her face.
“Axl, I’m going to—”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“I can’t—”
“You can and you will. Don’t fucking come until I tell you.”
Her whole body is shaking. Her thighs are trembling, and her stomach is clenched tight. Her fingers move in fast circles, and she fights it so hard there are tears in her eyes. Fucking gorgeous. I love how pretty she is when she cries.
“Axl, please—”
“That’s what I want to hear from you. Beg me, baby. Beg me to allow you to come.”
I stroke my dick, knowing I’m not going to last much longer. Fuck. I want to be inside her.
“Axl . . .”
“That’s not good enough, little heathen. Check your pride at the fucking door and show me what a desperate whore you are.”
Her eyes are locked on mine through the screen, and I can see her still fighting it. Her jaw is tight, and her chest is heaving, and every muscle in her body is clenched against the orgasm she’s not allowed to have.
“Please let me come, Axl.” Her voice cracks on my name again, and her hips jerk against her own hand. “Please. I need it. I need to come. Please.”
My cock pulses so hard in my fist that I almost let myself come. My girl is spread open on her bed, begging me with tears in her eyes. She’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Again,” I tell her. “Say my name when you beg.”
“Axl, please let me come.” She’s shaking so hard her voice is vibrating. “Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me come.”
Whatever I want. She has no idea what she just agreed to. But she will.
“Come for me, little heathen. Let me see it.”
She breaks. Her back arches off the bed, her mouth opens, and she moans my name so loud I hope her jackass brother hears it. Her thighs clamp around her hand, and her whole body shakes through it.
“Good girl, baby. Look at me.”
She keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, and I can’t hold it back any longer. I grip my cock. I groan as my cum spills over my hand.
We’re both breathing hard. She’s lying flat on her bed with her hand still between her legs, and her chest rises and falls.
Her cheeks are wet, and her lips are swollen from biting them.
She’s staring at me through the screen like she doesn’t know whether to thank me or murder me.
I don’t give a shit since she’ll give me what I want either way.
“That’s my good girl.”
“I still hate you,” she whispers.
“Keep telling yourself that, baby.” I pull my shirt over my head and use it to wipe my hand off. “Now put some clothes on and go to bed. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“You’ll see. Sleep well, little heathen.”
I hang up and just stare at my phone. I don’t know how I’m going to make it a couple more days without having her. I’m going to see her pretty face coming over and over in my dreams.
My girl doesn’t hate me. She hates that she wants me. She hasn’t figured out the difference. But she hasn’t seen shit yet.