23. CHAPTER 18
SAYLOR
The drugs are fading, and I can feel everything now.
My eye and cheek hurt from that other fucker, but I push that out of my mind and focus on Axl.
The marble is hard under my knees, but I’m grateful to be off my feet.
He’s got me so fucking horny for him I can barely think.
I want everything he’s going to do to me.
He washed me. He knelt on the shower floor and cleaned the cuts on my feet, and I almost forgot what he is. An obsessive, domineering, controlling, yet sexy Talon. Then he put his mouth on me and ripped it away, reminding me that nothing with him will ever be fucking simple.
I want both. The man who takes care of me, and the one who grips my throat and takes control. I know it’s fucked up, but I want to feel safe and pushed to the brink of madness at the same time. And not knowing which one it will be at any given moment makes my pulse race.
I’m on my knees looking up at him, and I open my mouth and push out my tongue. The red glow of his mask is all I can see of his face. His cock is hard, and I know it’s going to be intense sucking him with all the piercings.
His hand slides into my wet hair and grips the back of my head. He guides himself past my lips, and the barbells drag across my tongue. He’s thick and the piercings make him thicker. I have to relax my jaw to take him while doing my best not to gag.
“Fuck.” His grip tightens in my hair. “Look at me.”
I look up at the red glow while his cock fills my mouth.
He pushes deeper. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag and my eyes water, and he holds me there for a second before pulling back. Then he pushes in again, slower this time, letting me adjust.
“Breathe through your nose.” His hand controls my head, setting the pace. “Take all of me. Because I’m going to fuck that throat of yours soon.”
I breathe and relax my throat, swallowing more of his cock. The piercings cause drool to drip from the sides of my mouth. My hands grip his thighs, and I dig my nails in because I need something to focus on as I take him deeper.
He groans above me, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. I know he wants me just as much as I want him. I’m the one he’s killed for and obsessed over. And I know that I have just as much control as he does, even if he thinks I don’t know it.
He pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp for air. My chin is wet with my own drool. He drags his thumb across my lower lip and pushes it into my mouth.
“You’re going to be so much fucking fun to break in.” He wraps my hair around his hand and shoves his dick back in my mouth. “I’m going to fuck this mouth of yours now.”
He holds my head in place and thrusts into my mouth.
There’s no easing in this time. His hips snap forward, and his piercings and size make it hard to close my mouth around him.
I gag but he doesn’t stop. My eyes are streaming, and more drool runs down my chin and drips onto my chest. I grip his thighs harder.
“That’s it.” His voice is rough, and his pace is getting faster. “Take it, good girl.”
I can barely breathe between thrusts. Every time he pulls back, I suck in air through my nose, and then he’s filling my mouth again. My jaw aches, and my knees are screaming on the hard floor.
He pinches my nose, cutting off my air while he continues to fuck my mouth. “Gag harder for me, baby. I want your pretty face soaked with tears and drool.”
My lungs burn and my vision blurs. I gag hard around his cock, choking for air. The tears spill down my cheeks, and my body begins to fight even though my pussy is aching harder than it ever has. He holds his dick there for a few more seconds and then lets go of my nose.
I suck in air, and he thrusts into my mouth again. My chest heaves. I’m a mess, and he’s looking down at me through that mask.
His grip in my hair gets tighter as his dick pulses in my mouth. “Swallow every drop, little heathen.”
He buries himself deep, and I feel his warm cum in my throat. I swallow around him, fighting the urge to gag. His hand shakes in my hair, and a groan tears out of his chest that makes my pussy clench.
He pulls out slowly, dragging the piercings across my tongue one last time. I cough and gasp, my jaw aching.
He crouches down in front of me and tilts my face up with his hand. Even through the mask, I can feel him studying me. His thumb wipes a tear off my cheek, and then he pushes it into my mouth.
His other hand drifts between my legs, brushing along my soaked opening. “Just as I thought. Such a good little slut.”
He brings his wet fingers to my lips. I instinctively begin sucking his fingers.
“I knew you’d be perfect on your knees. You’re going to spend a lot of time serving me, baby.
” He stands and picks me up off the floor.
My jaw aches, and my face is a wreck of tears and drool.
He’s going to rip every part of me to pieces.
I’ve never been this terrified and this turned on at the same time.
I’m glad the haze of the drugs is gone. I want to experience every second of what it means to be owned by Axl.
He sets me on the center of the bed, and I watch him grab the black rope on the nightstand. My pussy tightens as I imagine what he’s going to do with it.
He climbs onto the bed and grabs my right ankle. I let him move me how he wants. I’m too tired to do anything else.
Axl bends my knee and presses my ankle against the back of my thigh. The rope wraps around my leg, binding them together so I can’t straighten it. He ties the knot and tugs it once. His mask tilts as he looks at me.
I don’t know why him wearing the mask makes everything even more intense. He’s hot as fuck without it, and I’m a whore for him however he is, but I’m a fan of this fucking mask.
He does the same to my left leg. Both knees bent, both ankles locked against my thighs. My legs fall open because there’s nowhere else for them to go.
“Look at my good little slut.” He runs his hand along my inner thigh, stopping just before he reaches my pussy. “So fucking wet.”
Then he slaps my pussy, making me moan. He takes my wrists and binds them together, looping the rope through the headboard. He pulls until my arms are stretched above my head, and I’m flat on my back. I tug on them to see how much slack I have. There’s none.
“Don’t bother trying to move. You’re going to lie there and take whatever I decide to do to you.”
He sits back between my legs, and I watch his chest rise and fall. He just came again, so he’s in no fucking hurry, while my pussy throbs for release.
His fingers trace along the inside of my left thigh, light enough to make my skin prickle. He drags them up slowly, and when he reaches the crease of my hip, he moves to the other thigh and starts over.
“Axl—”
“Begging already, little heathen? You know I fucking love that.”
He traces the same path again. Up my thigh, across my hip, down the other side. I can feel the heat of his hand, but he won’t give me what I need. My hips strain against the ropes, and I can’t move an inch.
“Please, Axl.”
“Please what? Hurt you?” He slaps my pussy again.
I moan and my thighs try to close, but the ropes won’t let them. The sting mixes with the ache, and it makes my body tremble.
He rests his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy. “Is that what you want? You want me to hurt you and make it feel good?”
“Yes.” I don’t even hesitate.
He pushes two fingers inside me and I gasp. He curls them forward and pumps them slow, dragging along a spot that makes my back arch as much as it can. His thumb presses against my clit and circles it.
The pressure builds fast. I’m so wound up from everything tonight that it doesn’t take much. My breathing goes ragged, and my legs shake, and I’m right at the edge.
He pulls his hand away.
“No—fuck—” I pull against the ropes hard, and they bite into my wrists. “Axl, please.”
“Not yet.” He drags his wet fingers across my stomach. “You’ll beg your king for mercy, and then you’ll beg some more.”
“Please.”
He waits. His hand rests on my thigh and I shake. My body comes down from the edge, and the ache just gets worse.
Then his mouth is on me.
He buries his face between my thighs, and his tongue drags flat and slow across my clit. I cry out, and my back arches off the bed. The ropes hold me open for him. He grips my hips and pulls me harder against his mouth.
He sucks my clit and pushes his fingers back inside me. The pressure builds even faster this time because my body is already wound so tight. I’m shaking and pulling at the ropes, and I can feel it coming, but I know he’s going to take it away again.
“Please—please don’t stop—I’ll do anything—”
He pulls his mouth off me. His fingers slide out. I scream into the room, and the tears run down my temples into my hair.
“Anything?” He runs his tongue along the inside of my thigh, then bites the flesh there before pulling back. “I’ll remember you said that.”
He does it again. His mouth and fingers build me higher and faster, and my body knows what’s coming. Not the orgasm, but the denial. My muscles tense. I’m right there on the edge. I’m begging him through sobs.
The fucker pulls away.
I thrash against the ropes, and a wrecked sound leaves my body. I’m trembling, and my clit is throbbing so hard it hurts. The tears won’t stop.
“Look at you.” His hand cups my face, and his thumb wipes a tear. “So fucking beautiful when you cry for me.”
“Please.” My voice cracks. “Please let me come. I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please—”
“Goddamn right you’re mine.” He positions himself between my bound, open legs and runs the head of his pierced dick along my opening. “Beg me to fuck you, little heathen. Beg your king to use you.”
“Please fuck me.” I don’t have any pride left. He’s taken all of it. “Please, Axl. I need you. I need you to make me come. Please—I’ll crawl to you. Use me however the fuck you want.”
“That’s my good girl.” He pushes inside me in one slow thrust, and I feel every single piercing as he fucks me. I moan so loud that he covers my mouth. He holds there, buried deep, his masked forehead dropping against mine.
“Fuck, Saylor,” he growls. “You have no idea how fucking crazy you make me. You have no idea what fucked-up shit I’ll do to anyone who tries to touch you or take you from me.”
He starts to move. Slow at first. Deep, grinding thrusts. My wrists strain against the ropes, and I want to touch him so bad it hurts. I want my hands in his hair and my nails on his back. But I can’t move.
He pulls the mask off, tossing it to the floor, showing me his gorgeous face. His blue eyes find mine. They’re dark and intense, and my heart races while I can’t look away.
“Keep your eyes on mine.” He pulls back and drives into me hard. “Don’t fucking look away. You’re going to only see my face when you get off. You don’t touch yourself or come unless I say. Every second of your pleasure belongs to me.”
He fucks me harder now. The slow grinding is gone and his hips slam against me. My bound legs shake, and the ropes creak against the headboard. I can’t do anything but take it.
The pressure builds again, and this time I’m terrified he’s going to stop. My body tenses, and I start shaking, and I can feel it coming. I don’t look away from him. “Please, Axl.”
The words come out as a sob. Tears stream down my cheeks.
Axl lowers his head and licks the tears on my right cheek. “Fuck. I’ll never get tired of that sound.”
He wraps his fingers around my throat. “I’m in a generous mood, baby.” He pushes me into the bed, fucking me hard as I fight for air. “Come on my dick, Saylor.”
I break. My body jerks against the ropes, and the orgasm rips through me so hard I can’t see.
I try to scream but end up choking as his hand tightens on my throat.
He fucks me through it, driving deep on every thrust. The orgasm rolls through my body, making my legs tremble in their bindings, and my fingers go numb above the ropes.
He doesn’t slow down. He fucks me through the first one and keeps going. He releases my throat, letting me draw a large breath of air. I’m sobbing and shaking, and his lips brush my ear.
“One more.” He drives into me harder. “Give me one more, little heathen.”
“I can’t—”
“You begged for this, baby.” His teeth graze my ear. “And now you’re going to give me what I fucking want.”
His hand tightens around my throat again, cutting off my air. “I want to feel this needy cunt milk my cock.”
My body obeys him before my mind does. After a few more hard thrusts, the second orgasm tears through me and I can’t breathe.
I can’t scream, and my vision goes dark at the edges.
My body clamps around him, and he groans against my neck.
He buries himself deep and holds there, biting me beside the mark he already left on my shoulder.
I feel him come inside me, his cock pulsing while he holds himself deep.
His hand releases my throat, and I gasp for air. He licks and kisses the bite marks I know he left imprinted in my skin.
We stay like that, his weight on me, and I don’t want him to move. I can feel his heart hammering against my chest and his cock still inside me.
His hands move to my wrists. He unties the rope from the headboard, and my arms drop to the bed. I don’t have the strength to lift them. He grabs one of my wrists and presses his lips to the rope marks, then does the same to the other.
Then he leans down and unties my right leg, unwrapping the rope from my thigh and ankle. He does the same to my left. His fingers trace the red marks the rope left on my legs, and he massages each one.
He pulls out of me and I wince. He rolls onto his side and pulls me against his chest. His arms wrap around me, his hand rests on the back of my head, and I bury my face in his neck as I continue to sob. The intensity of it all is just too much.
“You’re alright, little heathen.” He continues to rub the sore areas. “You were so perfect for me. Such a good girl.”
I don’t know how long we lie there. His hand moves through my hair, and his chest rises and falls under my cheek. The sobs finally stop, and my breathing is finally even again.
I’ve been fucked before. Mostly by frat boys who thought they knew what they were doing and didn’t. None of it was this. None of it left me shaking and crying. Or wanting more at the same time, knowing it will never be enough.
He ruined me tonight. I fucking let him. I begged him to.
And I’ll fucking kneel for my king again and again.