33. CHAPTER 28
AXL
Iwas only supposed to take a quick break and then get back to work, but now I have to handle my heathen.
I kick the door to our suite shut and throw her on the bed.
She bounces once and pushes up on her elbows, glaring at me with mascara smudged under her eyes.
She’s been crying and fighting me. She accused me of shit that makes me want to put my fist through a wall, and she’s still the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Tracy. My father arranged my marriage to fucking Tracy.
I’m going to deal with that shit. But right now, my girl needs to be taught a lesson. I didn’t think she’d need a reminder so soon, but I’m going to make sure she never fucking forgets it again.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it away. “Take off your fucking clothes.”
She crosses her arms. “I’m still mad at you.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m pretty fucking pissed at you too.” I unbuckle my belt and pull it through the loops. Her eyes drop to it, and her thighs press together. “Your cunt is still mine, regardless of your fucking mood. Now take your clothes off, or I’ll rip them off of you.”
She strips and I watch as she exposes more of her perfect body to me. I growl when I see my name on her chest. She’ll always be fucking mine, and there’s not a goddamn thing she can do about it.
I grab the ropes from the nightstand drawer. She’ll be lucky if I untie her at all tonight.
I grab the leather chair from the desk and drag it to the center of the room. Then I turn back to her. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed over her chest and her jaw set, trying to look defiant. I’m going to fuck that right out of her.
“Get up.”
She stands and I grab her by the back of her neck, walking her to the chair.
I bend her over the arm of it. Her stomach drapes across the seat, and her ass is in the air on one side, and her head hangs over the other.
Her tits press against the leather, and she hisses from the way it rubs on her tattoo.
“Axl, it hurts—”
“Good. Maybe this will be the last time I have to remind you who I am, Saylor.” I grab her left wrist and tie it to the chair leg.
Then I grab her right and do the same. Her arms are stretched down on either side, and she can’t push herself up.
I crouch in front of her and grip her jaw, tilting her face up to mine.
From this angle, she has to strain her neck to look at me.
Her eyes are already wet. That’s what I wanted to see.
I could strangle my father and that bitch Tracy for hurting her. And I still might. But this right here is for me.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I run my thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m going to fill every hole on your body. And by the time I’m done, you’re going to get this shit out of your head. You’re not going to remember your own fucking name. The only name you’re going to know is mine.”
I stand and move behind her. Her legs are shaking. I kick her feet apart so they’re spread wide enough that I can see how wet she is. She’s dripping down her thighs, and I know she’s been this wet since I had her pinned in the hallway.
She’s pissed at me and soaked for me. That’s my girl.
I go to the closet, and I grab one of the plugs I bought for her and a couple other useful things.
It’s time to start her fucking training, because I’ve gone too easy on her by not taking her ass already.
It was a rare, generous moment as her king.
I haven’t fucked an ass in so long, and I know once I have hers, I won’t be able to go easy on her.
But she’ll take what I give her.
Everything is on the bed behind me where she can’t see it. She’s trying to crane her neck to look at me, but with the way I’ve got her tied, she can barely turn her head.
I grab the lube and the plug and move behind her. It’s not the largest one I bought, but she’s still going to feel every bit of it.
I run two fingers through her pussy first, coating them, and she moans into the leather. I drag them up and circle her ass, slow, letting her adjust to what’s about to happen. I told her I was going to play with all of her holes. And I never fucking lie.
Her whole body tenses. I press a slick finger against her and push past the resistance. “Axl,” she moans when the tip of my finger is knuckle deep in her tight, puckered hole.
“You’re going to love it. You’ll beg me to fuck you here too.
I’ve been afraid to let myself have your ass because of how much I fucking want it.
But I’m done waiting, baby. Once we stretch this ass, I might sleep with my dick in it every night and make you sit in my lap all day, letting my cock be the one to stretch you. ”
I pull my finger out and kneel behind her, pushing the tip of my tongue inside her hole this time.
She cries out, and her thighs shake from what I’m doing to her. I grip her hips and hold her still while I eat her ass, pushing my tongue deeper, getting her wet and relaxed enough to take what I’m about to give her.
“Oh my God, Axl.” She moans for me like the good little slut she is.
I flick my tongue across the opening. “I knew you’d love it. But this is for me, little heathen. Act like a brat again, and I won’t prep you. I’ll fuck this ass until it bleeds for me.”
She whimpers as I pull back and flip the top open on the lube. I coat the plug and then squeeze lube onto her ass. “You’re going to take this, little heathen.”
I run the plug through the lube and work it into her tight opening, making her gasp.
Her body resists, and I push harder. I twist it slowly until her ass swallows more of it, pulling it in. She moans and rocks as much as she can from how she’s tied.
“Breathe.” I press my palm flat against the small of her back and hold her down. “You’re taking it so fucking well. Be a good girl and take the rest.”
Her breathing comes in short, ragged bursts. I give her a few seconds and then push the base of the plug. She jerks and lets out a sob. I do it again, harder. It’s all the way in. I twist it, making her sob and squirm again.
I move so I’m in front of her. Her face is red, and she struggles to look up at me with those watery green eyes that make me want to destroy her and protect her at the same fucking time.
I crouch down and grip her jaw. “You still think I’m fucking Tracy?”
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head.
“That’s the correct goddamn answer.”
I rise and unbuckle my belt. She watches me as I unzip my pants and pull my dick out. I’m so hard the piercings are straining against my skin. I stroke myself once, and she licks her lips. My slut knows what’s coming. “Open your mouth, Saylor.”
She opens and I push past her lips. The barbells drag across her tongue and I hiss. She gags when I hit the back of her throat. I don’t pull back. I hold there and watch her eyes water while her throat works around me.
“That’s it. Choke on my dick, baby.” I pull back just enough for her to breathe and she gasps, spit dripping down her chin. I push back in before she’s ready. “Why would I fuck anyone else when I have the best little whore right here?”
She pulls against the ropes, and the chair creaks under her. She can’t move, can’t push me away, can’t do anything but take what I give her. And my girl will fucking take it.
I set the pace—slow, deep strokes that hit the back of her throat every time. Her eyes stay on mine. They’re streaming tears, and it only makes me harder. She’s gorgeous with my dick in her mouth and mascara running down her pretty face.
“Drool for me. Let me see how wet your face can get.” I grip the back of her head and fuck her mouth harder.
Spit runs down her chin, and it makes me grin. She’s gagging and moaning. Her throat is squeezing me so tight. I thrust deep and hold, watching her eyes go wide as she fights to breathe through her nose.
“Look at you.” I brush the wet hair off her forehead. “Fucking perfect. My little heathen.”
I pull out and she gasps, coughing as more drool coats her chin. Her chest heaves, and her face is wrecked. I kneel in front of her again and wipe my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Tell me what you want.”
She swallows hard. “You.”
“You already have me.” I tap her lips with my cock. “Beg me for what you want.”
“Please fuck me, Axl.” Her voice is raw from her throat getting used. “I need you.”
I wrap my hand around her throat from the front and squeeze. “How bad do you want it?”
“So fucking bad it hurts.” She’s shaking under my hand. “Please. I need your cock inside me. I need you to make me yours again.”
“You never stopped being mine.” I press my lips to her forehead. “It seems you need another reminder. I’m a generous king, so I can do that for you, baby.”
I go back over to the bed, grab the ball gag I’d set out, and drop down in front of her, leaving my hard dick hanging out.
“Open.”
Her eyes widen, but she opens her mouth like she’s told. I fit the ball between her teeth, pulling the straps tight behind her head. She bites down on it and drool is already pooling at the corners of her lips. I do love to hear my girl beg, but I want her gagged for what I’m about to do to her.
I grab the tattoo gun and ink from the bed. Her body goes rigid when she hears the buzz of the machine in my hand. She tries to turn her head but the angle won’t let her see what I’m holding.
I walk behind her and drag my hand across her right ass cheek. Then I clean the area I want with an alcohol wipe.
“Hold still for me, baby. This is going to hurt.” I press the plug deeper, and she groans behind the gag.
Her body arches. I hold it there while I bring the gun to her skin with my other hand.
“You need to be reminded, and I want to see my name on your ass every time I fuck it. It’s a win-win for both of us. ”
The needle hits her skin, and she screams into the gag. I twist the plug every so often, giving her pain and pleasure at the same time so she can’t separate the two. Her body doesn’t know whether to fight or grind, and I fucking love it.
I take my time to keep the lines clean. Each letter gets carved into her skin in black ink while she writhes and moans. My name will mark her ass for the rest of her fucking life.
She’s crying and her legs are trembling. Every time I twist the plug, she clenches and her whole body shakes. Her pussy is dripping down the inside of her thighs, and she hasn’t even been touched there yet.
I finish the last line and wipe the excess ink and blood away. My name stares back at me from her right cheek, red and swollen.
I set the gun down and press my mouth to the fresh ink. She jerks and screams behind the gag from how sensitive it is. I don’t care. I drag my tongue across each letter, tasting the copper and salt on her skin, while I pull the plug out slowly and push it back in.
“Fucking beautiful.”
I stand to my full height and grip both of her hips.
I line my cock up with the opening of her pussy and push inside her, needing to fuck my heathen.
She’s so wet that I bottom out, and my head falls back from how good she feels.
She screams behind the gag, and her cunt clamps down.
I grit my teeth and hold still for a second to keep from coming already.
“You feel that?” I pull back slowly and slam back in. “This is the cock that fucking owns you.”
She moans behind the gag, and her hands grip the chair legs. The plug is still in her ass. I can feel the pressure of it against my cock, and it makes her even tighter. I’m losing my fucking mind.
I fuck her hard enough to rock the chair. Each thrust pushes her stomach into the leather, and the friction on her fresh tattoo has her screaming with every stroke.
I reach forward and fist her hair, yanking her head back.
“You’re going to come on my cock while my name bleeds into your skin.
” I slam into her deeper. “And then I’m going to make sure this pussy is so full of my cum that it drips down your legs while you’re tied here and stretching this ass for me. ”
Her whole body tightens. I feel it in her thighs, her cunt, her back arching under my grip. I press the base of the plug and twist it while I pound into her, and she breaks. Her cunt squeezes my cock, and she screams behind the gag as she comes.
I grip her hips and bury myself as deep as I can get. My cock pulses inside her, and my grip on her hip and hair is the only thing keeping me standing. I empty everything I have into her while she trembles beneath me.
I stay inside her, both of us breathing hard.
Mine. Every fucking inch of her is mine.
I pull out slowly and watch my cum slide out of her. She whimpers, but she doesn’t move. She can’t.
“That’s my girl.” I press my lips to her spine. “Don’t you ever fucking forget who you belong to.”
I tap the base of the plug and she jerks. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
She makes a sound behind the gag that might be a protest, but I’m already walking into the bathroom with my phone and closing the door behind me.
I have two missed calls and six texts from my father, each one more demanding than the last. I lean against the counter and scroll through them while my girl is tied to a chair in the other room with my cum dripping out of her and my name tattooed on her ass.
It’s time to put an end to this shit. I pull up my dad’s number and press the button to call him.
He picks up on the first ring. “It’s about goddamn time, son.”
“Call it off.” I keep my voice low enough that Saylor can’t hear me through the door. “Whatever deal you made. Whatever you planned with Tracy. It’s not fucking happening.”
“You don’t get to make that decision, Axl. This arrangement is more important than whatever control that bitch has over your dick.”
“You’d better watch what you call my girl.” I stare at myself in the mirror. “You can guess what I’ve done to others who’ve fucked with her.” He might be my father, but that doesn’t protect him from me doing what’s necessary if he tries to take her from me.
There’s a pause and then a long breath. “This isn’t a request, Axl. The deal is done. Even if we have to do it the hard way.”
I pull the phone away from my ear and end the call. Fuck him.
He can try whatever he wants, and if I have to show him how fucking serious I am, then that’s what I’ll do.
I take a long breath and push this shit out of mind. It’s done, as far as I’m concerned. My heathen needs me right now. And I’ll always choose her.