22. CHAPTER 17
AXL
My dick throbs from my newest piercing, but it won’t stop me from fucking my girl. All I can think about is how tight her cunt is and how I finally get to do whatever I want to her.
I carry her over my shoulder through the main corridor of the mansion. My cum is dripping onto my fingers where I grip her thigh, and it makes my cock so fucking hard. If I didn’t care about others seeing what’s mine, I’d fuck her again against the wall.
Crew rounds the corner with his Dove following behind him. He’s got his mask pushed up on his forehead, and he’s grinning. “Going to join us in the gathering room for another show, brother?”
“Fuck off, Crew.” I don’t slow down. He knows better than that. He might get off on the rest of the house watching, but I don’t want or need a fucking audience when I use my good girl.
The girl lifts her head, and her eyes find mine as we pass. She licks her lips like that’s going to do anything for me. I glare at her and keep walking toward my room, holding onto Saylor.
Saylor smacks my back. “That bitch just eye-fucked the shit out of you.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” I squeeze her thigh. “Save that fight for what I have planned, little heathen. You’re going to need it.”
I put in the code to my room and then enter, kicking the door closed behind us. Fuck, I finally have her to myself. Years of plotting and imagining all the fucked-up things I’m going to do to test her sexy little body, and it’s finally here.
I pull her off my shoulder and set her on her feet in front of me. We’re both a fucking mess. Her white dress is ripped and covered in dirt and blood. So is her skin, and she has cuts on her feet. I can see the dark bruise forming under her left eye, and I need to kill that fuck all over again.
The only one allowed to bruise my girl is me. Because when I hurt her, I’m also going to make her enjoy it. When she cries for me, it’s because I’ve pushed her body in ways she didn’t know were possible. And then I’ll reward her for it.
She’s standing in my room, looking up at me with those big green eyes, and there isn’t a hint of fear in them.
Fuck, I can’t wait to ruin this girl.
I cup her face with my hand. “We’re going to shower first, because once I start playing with my new toy, I won’t stop.”
I pull what’s left of her dress over her head and toss it on the floor. Her thong is soaked through. I hook my finger in it and drag it down her legs. I don’t need to collect her panties anymore. It’s hit or miss if I’ll let her wear them at all. I’ll live between her fucking thighs.
She steps out of it, and she’s naked in front of me. It takes everything in me to stop myself from tying her to my bed right now.
Fuck, I need to mark her smooth skin. I grab her throat and pull her to me. She whimpers as I close my lips on her neck, biting and sucking her skin. She’s sweet and salty at the same time, and there’s a hint of copper from the smears of blood. It makes me suck harder.
“Axl,” my girl moans. She grabs my arms to steady herself, and her nails dig into my biceps.
I pull back and look at the teeth marks I left on her. “Fucking gorgeous.”
She catches her breath as I kick off my boots and shove my jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them. Her eyes scan my body and stop on my hard cock.
“You’re going to get a good look at it soon, baby.” I wrap my hand around her jaw and tilt her face up, grinning at her.
I pick her up, cradling her naked body as I take her into the bathroom, being mindful of the cuts on her feet. I set her on the sink and then turn on the water in the glassed-in shower, letting it steam up the bathroom.
“Does that hurt?” She points to my dick. “The piercing, I mean.”
“I think you’re obsessed with my dick, baby.”
She rolls her eyes. “Forgive me for giving a shit.”
“It’s not going to stop me from fucking you, little heathen. Is that what you want to know?” I step between her legs and lean down, licking the teeth marks I made in her skin. “We’ll both deal with a bit of pain.”
I lift her off the sink and carry her into the shower.
There are two shower heads, and the steam wraps around us when I step inside and set her on her feet under the hot water.
She tips her head back and closes her eyes.
The water runs through her hair and down her body, washing the blood and dirt off her skin in streaks.
I grab the soap and start washing her. Her arms first, then her shoulders, careful around the bite mark I left. Then I wash her smooth stomach and her full tits. I take my time, because I’m going to savor my girl before I devour her.
She opens her eyes and watches me, disbelief all over her beautiful face. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I take care of what’s mine.” I chuckle, then grip her throat, making her eyes go wide. “But don’t get confused and start that brat shit. You’re going to serve me. It’s going to hurt, and you’re going to fucking beg me for it. And when you’re good, I’ll make it feel better.”
Her pulse beats hard under my fingers. She holds my stare and lifts her chin. I can see her fighting the urge to talk back.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” I tighten my hold on her throat.
She nods, swallowing under my hold.
I let go of her throat and turn her around, holding her body to mine while I wash her.
My dick presses into the small of her back, and I wash down the front of her body.
I kneel behind her and wash the cuts on each foot while she rests her hands on the shower wall for support.
I don’t want her to get an infection. We’re both covered in enough blood and dirt that it’s a real concern.
I grip her hip and turn her to face me. The water runs down her stomach, and I’m on my knees looking up at her. She’s breathing hard and staring down at me, and her thighs are pressed together.
“Don’t mistake this either, little heathen.” I drag my thumb along the inside of her thigh. “This is for me.”
I pull her leg over my shoulder and press my mouth to her clit. She jerks and grabs my hair with both hands. The sound she makes bounces off the tile. I squeeze her ass and pull her harder against my face.
She tastes like my cum and her arousal. Fuck, it’s making my dick even harder. I drag my tongue through her and suck her clit between my lips. Her leg shakes on my shoulder.
“Oh fuck—Axl—”
I shove two fingers inside her and curl them forward and work my tongue against her clit at the same time.
Her grip on my hair tightens, and she’s pulling hard enough that it stings, which only makes me suck her harder.
From the way I’m clutching her ass, my handprints are going to leave bruises.
I can’t wait to see them on her skin when I fuck her.
Her thighs are shaking, and her back arches against the shower wall. The water runs down her chest, and I can feel her stomach clench under my hand.
“Axl—I’m going to—”
I pull my mouth off her and remove her leg from my shoulder so I can stand. She makes a sound that’s half sob and half growl, and her hand grabs my arm.
“Please,” she moans, her breathing ragged.
“I said you’d beg.” I slide my hand between her legs and lightly tease her clit with my fingers. “And it’s going to take a lot fucking more than that.”
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
“Careful, baby.” I grab her jaw and tilt her face up. Her eyes are wild and her lips swollen, and she’s pissed and desperate, looking up at me through watery lashes. Fucking gorgeous. “Less attitude and wash my body like a good girl.”
I put the soap in her hand. She stares at it and then stares at me. I can see her deciding whether to throw it at my head or do what she’s told.
She chooses the latter and starts with my torso.
Her hands move over the ink that covers my chest and shoulders, around my pierced nipples, and then across my stomach.
She’s rough about it because she’s frustrated.
But when she gets to the cuts on my body from the fight and the bruises on my ribs, her touch is lighter.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Axl?”
“Never better.” I have exactly what I’ve wanted for years. I would fight ten more times if that was what it took to have her here with me.
Her eyes drop to my cock. The piercings are right in front of her, and the new barbell is still swollen and tender. She wraps her soapy hand around my shaft, and I hiss through my teeth.
She winces. “Sorry.”
“Don’t stop.” It needs to be cleaned. If I have to clean it every hour to keep the infection away, that’s what I’ll do. Because I’m not wasting a single day of fucking her cunt every chance I get.
She’s careful with the new piercing, her fingers working around the barbell with the soap. Her other hand cups my balls, and I grab the shower wall because her hands working my cock makes it twitch.
My girl looks up at me with her hands on my dick and licks her lips.
“You had better stop looking at me like that, Saylor.”
“Like what?” She strokes me slow, her thumb tracing the length of one of the barbells.
“Like you want me to fuck your pretty little mouth.” I reach down and grab her wrist, pulling her hand off me. “Because I’ll make you choke on this dick with the water running over your face.”
She lets go of me, grinning. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’ll pay for it.
I shut the water off and grab a towel. I dry her first, running it down her body, taking my time with her tits and between her legs just to watch her squirm. Fuck, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of her.
I kneel and dry her feet, careful around the cuts. I’ll put some ointment on the cuts later, but for now, my girl won’t be walking.
Then I dry myself while she watches me shiver from the loss of the warm water. When I’m done, I toss the towel on the floor.
“Get on your knees.”
She looks up at me, a question in her eyes.
“I told you that you were going to kneel.” I step out of the bathroom and grab my mask from the floor where I dropped it, and I slide it on over my face. Let the fucking games begin.
I turn around and see that she hasn’t done what she’s told. She’s still standing in the bathroom doorway staring at me like I wasn’t serious. She’ll fucking learn.
“I said to get on your fucking knees, Saylor.” I tilt my head. “Do I like to repeat myself?”
A glimmer of defiance crosses her face. I’m prepared to pin her to the wall and remind her who the fuck I am. But my girl must think better of it, because she drops to her knees on the marble floor. Her eyes lock on mine through my mask.
“Crawl to me, little heathen. Show me what a good girl you’re going to be.”
She starts crawling toward me across the bedroom. Her full tits hang and sway, and her wet hair is loose and falling around her face and shoulders. Her ass is in the air, and her face is turning red.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. You were made to serve your king.”
She stops at my feet and looks up at me from her knees. Her lips are parted, and her chest heaves as tears form in her green eyes.
Fuck me. She’s even better than I dreamed she’d be.
“Good girl.” I look down at her through the red glow. “Now open your mouth for your king.”