43. CHAPTER 38
AXL
I’m still thinking about Crew’s text when I get back to the mansion. The name Travis Keller is burned into my head alongside every fucked-up thing my father said to me today. I don’t know which one is making me angrier.
I take the stairs two at a time and punch in the code to our suite.
The curtains are closed, making the room dim even though it’s still daylight outside.
Saylor is still in bed like the cameras showed, but she’s tossing and turning.
She’s twisting in the sheets with her face buried in the pillow and her hands clawing at the mattress.
Her legs kick, and she’s choking back a scream.
I drop everything in my hands and storm across the room. I grab her shoulders and pull her up, and her eyes fly open, but she doesn’t see me. Her body is here, but her mind is somewhere else.
“Saylor.” I hold her face in my hands. “Look at me, little heathen.”
Her chest is heaving, and her whole body is shaking. She grabs my wrists hard enough that her nails cut into my skin. Her eyes finally focus on mine, and the terror in them makes me want to fucking kill someone.
“Axl.” She says my name, and her voice cracks on it. Her fingers are still digging into my wrists, and I don’t flinch. She can draw blood if she needs to.
“No one is ever going to fucking hurt you.” I pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her. She’s soaked in sweat, and her heart is pounding so hard I can feel it. I hold the back of her head and let her breathe into my neck until she stops shaking.
“It happened again.” Her voice is muffled against my skin. “The nightmares. They’re getting worse.”
There’s a reason she’s having them, and I’m going to take care of whatever is terrorizing my girl. “Can you tell me more about them? Can you tell me what you remember?”
I press my mouth against the top of her head, grounding myself in the scent of her shampoo. Because I know everything she says next is going to make me ready to rip someone apart.
She doesn’t talk right away. Her fingers curl into my shirt, and she presses her forehead against my neck. I give her time because pushing her right now isn’t going to get me what I need.
“Someone is on top of me.” Her voice is so quiet I almost don’t hear it. “I can’t see his face. Most of the time I’m pinned on my stomach and can’t move. I try to push him off but my body won’t do what I tell it to. And sometimes there’s a voice, but I can’t make it out.”
My arms tighten around her, and every muscle in my body craves violence.
“How long has this been happening?”
“I don’t know. A few years, I think.” She pulls back to look at me, and her eyes are red and swollen.
“I used to think it was just the drugs from when Kynlee and I would party. I thought what happened in the woods brought it all back to the surface, but they keep getting worse.” She clings tighter to me, and her small body is trembling. “They feel so real, Axl.”
I hold her face and wipe the tears off her cheeks with my thumbs. My brain is already working out the possibilities in my mind. And my body shakes with rage from each one. Her father is a fucking trafficker and has a thing for younger women. That makes him capable of fucked-up shit.
“Have you ever felt unsafe at home, Saylor?” I keep my voice steady even though my blood is running hot. “At your family’s home, I mean. Were there nights you can’t account for?”
She pulls back and looks at me with confusion on her face. “What do you mean?”
“I mean did you ever wake up and not know what happened the night before? Did your father ever make you uncomfortable? Did he ever—”
“No.” She shakes her head and wraps her arms around herself, still sitting in my lap. “My father is a lot of things, Axl, but he’s not that. He would never.” She sounds like she’s trying to convince herself more than me.
I pull her back against my chest because all she needs to know is that she has me. If her father did something to her, I’m going to figure it out, and he’s dead. He’s going to die anyway once we are done investigating him for the trafficking shit, but now I’ll make sure I’m the one that does it.
She shifts so she’s straddling me with her knees on either side of my legs and grinds her pussy against my crotch. “You’re the only thing that makes me feel better.”
I know she’s not okay because she’s doing the same thing she did in the bathtub—using me to forget. And I’m going to let her, because I’ll give her everything she ever needs in this world. My cock is already hard from the way she’s rolling her hips against me.
“Then use me.” I grip her hips and pull her tighter against me so she can feel what she does to me. “Because I’m the selfish fuck who will always take what I need from you.”
She grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. Her hands are still trembling when they press flat against my ink-covered chest, but her eyes don’t have the same life back in them yet.
But I’m not going to stop her. My girl needs me, and if this is how she needs me right now, I’ll give her every fucking inch.
She reaches between us and works my belt open. Her fingers are shaking so hard it takes her two tries, and I let her struggle while I watch to see what she’s going to do next. I know my girl, and I’ll remind her that I own her as soon as she’s ready.
She pulls my cock out and wraps her hand around it, stroking me slowly. Her grip is tight and her thumb drags over the piercings, making my hips jerk into her. She’s watching my face, licking her soft lips.
“You’re so fucking hard.” She strokes me again and watches her hand work.
“I’m always hard for you.” I slide my hand up her thigh and push her shirt up her stomach. She’s only wearing a thong underneath, and her pussy has soaked through it already. “What do you want, baby?”
She leans forward and kisses me, forcing my mouth open with her tongue.
I kiss her back, digging my fingers into her hips and groaning.
Then she bites my bottom lip as she pulls away.
“Fuck me, Axl. Don’t treat me like I’m broken.
Fuck me like I’m your good girl. I want to be so fucking good for you. ”
I grab her jaw and kiss her hard enough to push her head back into the pillow and shift so I’m straddling her waist. She moans into my mouth, and her hips grind up against me, desperate and needy. I break the kiss and pull my belt from the loops.
Her breath catches, and her thighs squeeze against my hips. She knows what’s coming. “Hands above your head.”
She obeys without hesitation. Her wrists cross above her, and I wrap the leather around them twice, tight enough that she won’t be able to escape.
I thread the end of the belt through the iron loop in the headboard and pull until her arms are stretched taut and her back arches off the mattress. “Who owns you, little heathen?”
“You do.” She pulls on the belt, but it doesn’t budge.
“Good fucking girl.”
I pull her thong off and toss it over my shoulder. I reach over to the nightstand drawer and grab the lube and a plug I haven’t used on her yet. Her eyes follow it, and her hips shift on the mattress.
“You want your holes filled, baby?” I slap her pussy, making her moan.
She’s panting as I shift so I’m between her legs, spreading her wider. I coat the plug with lube and then press it against her ass. “You’re going to lie there and take what I give you. You like being owned by your king, then your body is going to fucking serve me.”
I work the plug in, pressing it forward while I watch her face. Her mouth drops open, and her wrists twist against the belt. Her body resists for a second, and then she takes it, her ass stretching around it as it slides in. Her moans go straight to my cock.
“Good girl.” I press the base of the plug, and her hips buck off the bed. “Look at you. Needy for my dick, and I haven’t even given it to you yet.”
I pull my phone out of my pocket and pull up an app. Then press a button. She jerks in response to the way the plug moves and vibrates in her ass. Her wrists strain against the belt, and her thighs shake so hard I have to hold them apart.
“Oh my god—Axl—”
“God has nothing to do with it, little heathen.” I turn the vibration up and lower my mouth to her clit.
I lick her while the plug works her ass, and she comes apart underneath me.
Her hips buck against my face, and I hold her down with my arm across her stomach, teasing her clit with my tongue.
The headboard creaks as she pulls on the belt.
“Axl, please—” She moans again. “I’m going to come.”
I pull back, and she cries in frustration.
“Beg your king.” I pinch her clit, making her cry out again.
“Please.”
Fuck, I love that shit. “Please what, baby?”
“Please let me come, my king.”
I suck her clit into my mouth and press the vibration to the highest setting. Her entire body locks up, and her voice breaks when screaming my name. I don’t stop until she can’t even hold her legs up anymore.
She’s wrecked—chest heaving, tears running down the sides of her face. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused while the plug still works inside of her ass. She’s fucking perfect. I wipe my mouth on the inside of her thigh and look up at her.
I stand up long enough to kick my pants off, and then I’m on top of her. I grab her jaw and turn her face to mine because I need her eyes on me for this. “Look at me, Saylor. You don’t close your eyes. You don’t look away. You see me and only me.”
She nods, and I can feel her thighs shaking against my hips. The plug is still vibrating in her ass, and she’s oversensitive from coming, and I don’t give a shit. I position myself and push inside her.
The plug makes her so fucking tight I’m already about to come. I can feel it vibrating against my cock through the thin wall between her pussy and her ass. It takes everything I have not to fill her cunt right fucking now.
“Fuck.” I pull back and slam into her again. “You feel what you do to me? You feel my dick owning this pussy. I own every fucking part of your body, little heathen.”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice is raw and broken, and she wraps her legs around my waist pulling me deeper. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m going to fill my cunt.” I set a pace that makes the headboard bang against the wall with every thrust. Her tits bounce, and the piercings catch the light. I want to suck them until they hurt, but I don’t want to stop watching her face. “Open your fucking mouth.”
She does as she’s told, and I push three fingers inside, making her eyes go wide.
“Suck my fingers. Show me how much you like me using all of your holes.” I thrust into her pussy while my fingers press down on her tongue.
She gags and tears stream down her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away from me.
“Fucking gorgeous. I love when you cry for me, baby. I’m the one in your ass, your cunt, and your mouth. You’re fucking mine, Saylor.”
She moans around my fingers, and her pussy clenches so tight I almost lose it. I fuck her harder, and her body rocks beneath mine. Her wrists are red against the leather, and her jaw is stretched around my fingers. There isn’t a more beautiful sight in the world.
“Who owns you, baby?” I pull my fingers out of her mouth long enough for her to answer. Spit runs down her chin and she’s gasping.
“You.”
“Good girl.” I push my fingers back into her mouth and lean down until my forehead presses against hers, still fucking her.
“When you close your eyes, you will always find me there.” I pull my fingers free and grip her jaw.
“I own you in your dreams and your fucking nightmares too, little heathen. There isn’t a place in your head I don’t fucking live. ”
Her face crumbles and something breaks open behind her eyes. She’s been holding it together since she woke up screaming. She doesn’t look away from me. She lets me see all of it.
“Come for me.” I’m close, and I can feel her tightening around my cock with every thrust. The plug is still vibrating in her ass, and her body is shaking so hard the belt rattles against the headboard. I press my thumb against her clit and grind my hips into her. “Come on my cock, Saylor.”
Her legs tighten around my waist, and she screams. The way her pussy clenches my dick makes me fucking growl. I bury myself as deep as I can go and come inside her with my forehead pressed against hers. I don’t close my eyes. She doesn’t either. We watch each other through every second of it.
“Thank you.” She whispers, breaking something wide open in my chest.
I release her hands, and her wrists fall to the bed. “Don’t ever fucking thank me for taking care of you, baby. I’ll always take care of my queen.”
She presses her face into my neck, and I hold her against me. My mind is already working through every fucked-up possibility I don’t want to be true. But if something happened to her, I’m going to make whoever hurt my girl beg for fucking death. And then they’re dead.