29. CHAPTER 24
SAYLOR
I’ve had almost two weeks of practice, and I still don’t have it quite right. My wrist is holding the knife wrong again. I know it before he even touches me.
“Tuck your elbow in.” Axl steps behind me and adjusts my arm, his hand closing around my forearm and angling the blade down. “You keep flaring out. You’re going to lose your grip the second someone hits you.”
I’ve been training with him in our room for an hour. I haven’t been back to my house since I became Axl’s Dove, not that he’d let me anyway. And he’s made me practice using a knife every day since I’ve been here, saying it’s for my protection.
My shoulders burn, and my thighs are sore from the stance he keeps forcing me into.
I’m covered in a thin layer of sweat that’s making his t-shirt stick to my skin.
No matter how busy he is with whatever his work is for the Talons, he fucks me morning and night, and still takes time to make me practice with the knife.
“Do it again.” He steps back and crosses his arms.
I reset my grip on the handle and drop into the stance. My feet are apart, weight low, blade close to my body. I pull the knife and slash at the padded target he’s mounted on the wall. The cut connects, but it’s shallow and off-center.
“You hesitated.” He’s behind me before I can reset. His hand clamps over mine on the handle, and his chest presses flat against my back. “If someone gets this close to you, you don’t get a second chance.”
His other arm locks around my waist, and he lifts me off the ground. My feet leave the floor, and the knife is out of my hand before I can even tighten my grip. He has it. He has me. And I couldn’t do a goddamn thing to stop it.
He sets me down, spins me around, and presses the flat of the blade against my throat. It’s not cutting me, but the intensity of it makes me hold my breath.
“You’re fucking dead.” He doesn’t blink. “That took me less than two seconds, Saylor.”
My pulse beats in my throat against the cold metal. His free hand yanks his belt from his jeans in one pull. I don’t even have time to process what he’s doing before he spins me back around, wrenches both my arms behind my back, and wraps the leather tight around my wrists.
“What the fuck are you doing, Axl?”
He pulls the belt tighter, and my shoulders strain. “What do you think would happen to you if someone got you like this?”
I don’t have an answer because I can’t think when he’s pressed against me with my hands bound. I’m already wet for him.
He bends me forward over the arm of the leather chair near the window. My cheek hits the cushion, and my hands rest against the small of my back. He kicks my feet apart with his boot. Then he leans down and sucks one of the bite marks from the collection he’s made on my neck.
“This is what happens next.” His voice is low and right against my ear. “Someone takes your weapon, gets your hands behind you, and you’re done. Try to break free from me, baby.”
I twist hard against the belt and try to wrench my arms apart. The leather digs into my wrists and doesn’t give. I buck my hips back into him, trying to throw him off balance, but he doesn’t move. He weighs twice what I do, and he’s got me pinned at the perfect angle where my legs have no leverage.
“You can do better than that, little heathen. Fight. Fight me like you don’t want my fucking dick. Make me take it from you.”
For a moment, I’m back in those woods when that bastard had me pinned.
I’m back in my fucking nightmares where I can’t fucking move.
I never want to feel helpless like that.
But my body knows that this is Axl. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t let this man do to me.
He’s trained me to be his good little whore.
I still try to fight. I kick my legs as much as I can and shift my torso, but it’s no use. He has me fully pinned.
“That’s what I thought.” He grips the back of my neck and presses my face harder into the cushion. “You can’t get free. You can’t beat me. If someone had you like this, they’d be able to do whatever they wanted to my pussy. And that can’t fucking happen.”
He drags my shorts down my thighs with one hand. The air hits my bare skin, and I’m so wet it’s embarrassing. It’s been two weeks of this man and the things he does to my body, and I still can’t get enough.
The knife handle presses between my legs. It’s not the blade. He’s using the grip, and he pushes it inside me, making me moan into the chair.
“You know I won’t hesitate to kill any dumb fuck who even thinks about touching what’s mine.” He works it deeper, fucking me with my knife, and my teeth sink into the leather cushion. “And no one else better make my little heathen this wet.”
My hips push back on their own, and a sound comes out of my mouth that has nothing to do with fear. He pulls the handle out slowly, pushes it back in harder, and my fingers curl into fists behind my back.
“Look at you.” He licks along the lobe of my ear. “Fucking yourself on your own knife like a greedy little slut.”
He pulls the handle out of me and brings it to my lips. “Clean it.”
I open my mouth, tears stinging my eyes, and he slides the handle across my tongue. I taste myself on the textured grip, and his fingers tighten in my hair while he watches me lick it clean. I suck it into my mouth as he uses his fingers to play with my pussy.
“Good girl.” He pulls it away, and I hear his zipper. His cock is fucking me in one thrust that drives my hips into the arm of the chair hard enough to hurt.
He grabs my bound wrists with one hand and uses them to pull me back onto him. The angle is so deep my vision blurs, and the piercings make everything more intense. I can’t move my body. I can’t do anything but take it.
Then Axl presses the blade to my throat. I gasp as I fight to keep myself from being pushed harder into it and letting it cut my skin.
The sharp edge is pressed just under my jaw while he fucks me. He doesn’t take it easy on me, and I’m far too aware of the knife at my throat.
“This is why we practice.” His breath is on my neck, thrusting harder. “Because this is what fucking happens when you can’t protect yourself.”
He drives into me, taking out every bit of aggression he’s ever had and using my pussy to do it.
The knife is too tight against my throat, and his cock is too deep.
Every thrust grinds the piercings against the spot that makes my legs shake.
My wrists burn against the belt, and my shoulders ache.
But none of that matters as my orgasm builds, tears welling in my eyes.
“Are you going to come with a knife to your throat, baby?” He slows down just enough to make me desperate for him. “That’s my fucking girl.”
“Axl, please—”
“Please what?” He pulls almost all the way out and holds. The knife is still almost cutting into my skin. My neck stings. But all I can think about is how bad I need to come. “Are you going to beg for your life, little heathen.”
“Fuck me.” I push my hips back, but I can’t move enough to take what I want. “Stop playing with me and just fuck me.”
He slams back into me so hard the chair hits the wall. His pace is brutal, and the knife stays pressed against my throat. “Who owns this cunt?”
“You do,” I moan, the tears running down my cheeks.
“So I decide when you come. And you haven’t fucking earned it yet.”
He brings me to the edge of my orgasm three more times. Each time I’m right there with my thighs trembling and my breath gone, he slows down until I’m pulling against the belt so hard my wrists are raw.
“Axl, I can’t take it. I need to come. Cut me if that’s what you need.”
“You will take whatever I give you.” He drives deep and leans forward, licking the tears on my left cheek. “You don’t get to come. Do you think an attacker would give a fuck if you get off? Do you think it’s acceptable for my girl to come on another man’s dick?”
I’m going to fucking kill him.
“Please, Axl.”
“No. But keep begging and I might let you come tonight.” He pulls the blade away from my throat, and his pace picks up.
It’s hard and fast and only about his pleasure.
He’s pounding into me, knowing he’s using my body and is not going to let me get off.
His hand fists my hair and yanks my head back.
I’m moaning his name, knowing he won’t change his mind no matter how much I beg.
Axl thrusts deep inside of me, and his cock jerks and pulses as he fills me with his cum. He’s breathing heavily and groaning behind me as he stills, holding his dick inside of me.
I’m trembling. My clit is throbbing, and my entire body is wound so tight I could scream. I try to grind against the arm of the chair for any friction. I don’t care that I’m desperate enough to rub my clit on a chair to get off. But he grabs my hip and stops me.
“Don’t even fucking think about it.” He pulls out of me slowly, and his cum runs down my thigh.
He rubs his thumb along the opening of my ass.
“Pull that shit and I’m fucking this ass right now, and I won’t let you come for a week.
I’ve been far too generous in giving you time before I take it, but I’m thinking you need me to own this hole too. ”
He unbuckles the belt from my wrists, and I stay bent over the chair because my legs don’t work. My shoulders ache, and my wrists are burning, and I’m so turned on I want to cry.
“Get dressed, and you don’t get to clean yourself.” He puts the knife on the table and zips his jeans. “It’s time to head down to dinner, and you’re going to be a good girl and sit there with my cum in your panties.”
I peel myself off the chair, and my legs almost give out. His cum is sliding down the inside of my thigh, and I’m so swollen and sensitive that every step makes me want to fall on my knees and show him what begging really looks like.
He tosses panties and a pair of jeans onto the bed for me. I slide the thong on, instantly soaking it, and then the jeans.
I grab my brush and drag it through my hair and try to make myself look a little less like I just got fucked.
I walk out and he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking like he didn’t just destroy me. His belt is back on. The knife is in his hand.
“Come here.”
I walk over to him, doing as I’m told. He crouches down and raises the leg of my jeans. He straps a knife sheath to my calf. His touch is gentle, which pisses me off, considering what he just did to me. He slides the knife into the sheath and looks up at me.
“You’re to always wear this when you leave this room.” His hand squeezes my calf once before he stands. He grabs my wrists and looks at them, then brings my right wrist to his lips. The kiss is tender, and then he brings my left wrist to his lips and does the same. “It’s time for dinner.”