41. CHAPTER 36
SAYLOR
The hot water already does wonders to ease the tension out of my body.
I need it to burn the last twelve hours off my skin.
I’ve been worked up ever since I found Tracy in our room, and the drug-induced nightmares didn’t help.
I can’t fully remember what I dreamed about, and I don’t think I want to.
Axl insisted on running us a bath in our large garden tub to help me relax, and I didn’t argue.
He’s behind me with his chest against my back and his legs on either side of mine.
His fingers trace lines across my skin. I almost hate how much I need his touch.
He makes me crave his tenderness as much as his dominance.
I need him to care, and I need him to own me. I always need both.
But I don’t deserve either. I called him a liar, and I believed Tracy over the man who has never lied to me.
His thumb brushes the underside of my breast, and my nipple hardens against the piercing. It’s still tender, and the sting mixes with arousal that makes me press my thighs together under the water.
“When are you going to get it through your head that you’re fucking mine?” he says against my ear. “How many times do I have to mark you?”
“Maybe you haven’t done a good enough job yet.” I know he’s not going to let me get by with being a brat, and I want him to make me regret it.
His hand slides up, and his fingers close around my throat, squeezing softly. “Careful, little heathen. You’ve had a long night and I’m feeling generous. Don’t fuck that up.”
I tilt my head back against his shoulder and look up at him. His jaw is tight, and his eyes are dark. I can feel his hard dick against my back.
“I want you,” I tell him. I need him more than I ever have before. I need my mind and body to settle, and he’s the only one who makes me feel at ease.
His grip on my throat tightens. “Then fucking show me how bad you want me, baby.”
I shift in the water until I’m facing him, my knees on either side of his hips.
Water spills over the edge of the tub and neither of us gives a shit.
His cock is hard between us, and I reach down and wrap my hand around it, stroking him once.
The piercings press against my palm, and I watch his jaw flex.
His eyes drop to where my hand is under the water and then back to my face. “You think you’re in charge right now?”
He lets me stroke him one more time. Then his hand shoots out of the water and grabs my wrist. He reaches over the edge of the tub with his other hand, and I hear the clink of his belt sliding off the tile where his pants are piled.
“Hands behind your back.”
My pulse jumps and my pussy throbs. “Axl,” I moan.
He spins me by my wrist and pulls both arms behind me. The leather wraps around my wrists twice in the water, and he cinches it just tight enough that I can’t move them but it doesn’t cut into my skin.
He turns me back to face him and grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him and his cock presses against my cunt. I can’t use my hands. I can’t brace myself. I’m completely at his mercy in the water, and the loss of control makes me so fucking wet and needy for him.
“There’s my girl.” He grips my hip with one hand and reaches between us with the other. He drags the head of his cock over my pussy, teasing my clit with his piercings. My hips buck and I gasp. “You want this dick, little heathen? You’re going to have to beg me for it.”
“Please.” It comes out before I can stop it.
“Already?” His mouth tips into a smirk. “You must really fucking need me to fuck you.”
“Yes.” I don’t have any pride left, and I don’t want it. “I need you. Please, Axl.”
He holds my gaze and presses the tip of his cock against my entrance without pushing in. Just enough pressure that my body tries to take him and he pulls back. I whine and my hips roll forward, chasing him.
“Whose heathen are you?”
“Yours.” More water sloshes over the side of the tub as I try to grind down on him. “I’m yours. You fucking know I’m yours.”
“That’s a goddamn fact.” He grips my hip hard enough to bruise and lifts me up, then pulls me down onto his cock so he’s fully inside me. I cry out so loud it echoes off the bathroom tile. “And you better not fucking forget it again.”
He doesn’t let me move. He holds me there with his cock buried inside me, completely full, and I can feel all of him filling me. My arms strain against the belt behind my back, and my thighs are shaking on either side of his hips.
“Axl, please—”
“Please what?” His hand slides up my stomach and cups my breast, his thumb pressing against my pierced nipple. I hiss and my cunt clenches around him. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“I need you to fuck me.” My voice breaks. “I need you to make me forget everything in this fucked-up world except for you.”
Something shifts in his eyes. The smirk fades and what replaces it is darker, possessive in a way that makes my chest ache from how much I want this to last forever.
“There’s never been anything but me.” He lifts my hips and pulls me back down. “All you need in this fucking world is your king, little heathen.”
He sets the pace, and I can’t do anything but take it. His hands grip my hips, and he lifts me and pulls me down onto his cock over and over. Each thrust forces louder moans from my chest.
“Fuck, Axl.” My head falls back, and my bound arms shift behind me, my fingers brushing against his thighs. I want to grab onto something but there’s nothing. There’s just him controlling my body and the sounds of our breathing filling the room.
He leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The piercing stings, and my back arches. I cry out from the intense pain and pleasure.
“Good.” He pulls off my breast and looks up at me with wet lips. “Let them fucking hear who you belong to. None of them are going to question it again, either.”
His hand slides from my hip to between my legs. His thumb presses against my clit while he thrusts up into me. The combination of his cock stretching me and his thumb grinding against my clit makes me fall forward against his chest.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper.
He slows his movements and holds me down on him with his cock as deep as it goes.
His thumb stops. I whimper and try to rock against him, but his grip on my hip won’t let me move.
He flips us around, so my arms are pinned behind my back against the tub and he’s on top of me.
I wrap my legs around him, and his arm wraps low on my back to hold me to him.
His hand is at my throat. “I’m dragging this out, Saylor.
I’m going to fuck you so goddamn slow, so you cry for me. ”
He pulls almost all the way out and pushes back in so slowly I feel every single piercing catch and drag inside me. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. His hand tightens on my throat, and his eyes stare into mine.
“There it is.” He does it again. “I can feel your pussy begging for more. But you’re only going to get what I give you.”
My legs tighten around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, and he doesn’t change his speed. He keeps the pace torturously slow, each stroke long and full, grinding his hips against mine at the bottom so he hits the right spot every fucking time.
My wrists and shoulders ache from the way my arms are bound, and his body is warm and heavy on top of me.
Tears burn in my eyes, and it has nothing to with the pain. It’s from the way he’s looking at me while he fucks me.
“Axl.” His name comes out broken, and my cheeks are wet. “Please.”
“You can come, baby.” He presses his forehead to mine. His thumb strokes the side of my throat. Then he runs his tongue up my right cheek and lowers his lips to my ear. “Come so I can fill my pussy. You don’t have any fucking idea how much I need you.”
His words break me open. My orgasm hits so hard I’m shaking and my legs lock around his waist. I cry his name, and he swallows it with his mouth on mine, kissing me through every second the pleasure overtakes my body. And his hips keep that slow, grinding pace.
My cunt is clenching around him so tight I can feel his cock twitch inside me.
It’s the longest fucking orgasm I’ve ever had, and it keeps rolling through me.
He groans against my lips, and his hand on my throat tightens.
He buries himself as deep as he can go, and his dick pulses inside me.
The warmth of it all spreads through me, and his forehead drops against mine.
He frees my arms, and I instantly wrap them around his neck, holding him to me. We stay like that. His cock still inside me, his breath mixing with mine. His hand loosens on my throat and slides up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing my skin.
“Axl.” I don’t know why I keep saying his name. I just need to hear it and feel his body respond to it.
He kisses me once more, soft this time. He pulls out of me slowly, and I wince at the loss. Then he settles back against the opposite end of the tub and pulls me onto his chest. The water is barely warm now, and half of it is on the floor.
I press my face against his neck and close my eyes. His hand rests on the back of my head. “Do you feel better, little heathen?”
“Yes.” I suck some of the water from his neck, needing to taste him, then give him a light kiss in the same spot. “I feel better.”
But somewhere underneath the calm, there’s something I can’t reach. A feeling I can’t explain, but I push it down. I’m exhausted, but I’m in the arms of the only man I trust in this world, and I don’t want to think about anything else right now.
“Will you stay with me today?” I ask into his neck.
“I’m not going anywhere.” His hand moves from my head to my lower back, holding me against him. “But we’re going to rest, and when you’re ready, you’re going to tell me about these nightmares of yours. I want to know what’s scaring you, baby.”
I nod against his chest. There isn’t a thing in the world that I wouldn’t tell him, but I don’t even know what it is.
I should be able to explain it, but it’s nothing more than pieces of moments and feelings that I can’t shake.
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll try.”
His arms tighten around me, and I let my eyes close. I wish they’d just go away. Why the fuck is this happening to me?