66. CHAPTER 61
SAYLOR
Axl finally passed out hard tonight. He slept like shit for the first weeks after we left the hospital. We’ve been staying in the penthouse at one of his father’s hotels for almost three weeks, and his body finally gave out. That’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
I slide the first silk tie around his left wrist and loop it through the headboard slat the same way he ties me up.
He doesn’t move, but I know I have to work quickly.
I pull the knot tight and reach for his right hand, guiding it up carefully.
His fingers twitch when I wrap the tie, and for a second, I think he’s waking up, but his breathing stays even.
Stay asleep just a little longer, my king.
My stitches have been taken out. The bruises on his ribs have gone from purple to yellow.
The man has made up for lost time claiming me.
The second my doctor cleared me, Axl fucked me on the elevator ride up to the penthouse.
He’s had me on every counter, every couch, and bent over the desk in the office.
He fucked me against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
There is no question that I belong to Axl Kade Hollister.
And tonight I’m showing him who he belongs to.
I tilt my head, looking at my work. I’m certain he could free himself if he wanted, but my king will let me play with him once he sees what I have planned.
Betty meows from her little raised bed on the floor.
Axl just chuckled when I told him what name I picked.
I didn’t think it was possible for him to get any sexier, but then I found him working at the desk with Betty in his arms. He’s a man capable of the darkest violence and gentle tenderness.
He truly is both, and I’m in love with both parts of him.
He’s going to make the perfect father one day.
I slide his mask over my head. It’s time to execute my plan. I grab the Sharpie off the nightstand. Then I position myself so I’m straddling his chest.
I lean down and press my lips to his ear. “Wake up, my king.”
His body tenses under me before his eyes open. I sit back and watch the realization set in as he wakes from a dead sleep.
He pulls against the restraints, and the headboard groans. His jaw tightens, and his eyes lock on mine.
“What the fuck are you doing, little heathen?”
“Whatever I goddamn want.” I tilt my head and watch him as he stares back at the mask. “You’re fucking mine.”
His eyes move over me, and he gives me a full grin showing off his perfect white teeth. I glance over my shoulder and see his cock is already hard. We always sleep naked, but I’m wearing one of his shirts to hide what I’m not ready for him to see yet.
“I can feel your wet pussy on my chest, baby.” His voice is rough from sleep, but the smirk is there. “All this effort and you’re the one who’s already soaked.”
“Tell me who you belong to.” I uncap the Sharpie.
“You already know the answer to that.” He pulls against the ties and watches me. “Untie my hands, and I’ll fucking show you.”
“Wrong answer.” I press the Sharpie tip against his skin, right over his heart, and start drawing. “Try again.”
His chest rises and falls faster beneath me. He watches my hand move across his chest, and his jaw works. “I belong to you, Saylor. I’ve always fucking belonged to you.”
“Good boy.”
He growls and thrusts his hips, trying to buck me off. “Don’t push it, heathen.”
“Or what?” I lift the Sharpie and look at the first mark. “Your hands are tied, your cock is hard, and I’m going to tell you what I want.”
He watches me draw. His breathing is steady, but his muscles are tight, and I can feel his pulse under the Sharpie tip. He’s letting me do this. Not because he can’t get free, but because he wants to see what I’m going to do.
“It’s only fair that my name is on your body, don’t you think?”
“I want your name on me.” He tugs at the restraints. “I want you to suck my dick like my good girl while I get whatever you want. You can cover my whole body, baby.”
“I want my name right here.” I trace the letters across his chest. My handwriting isn’t perfect, and it doesn’t need to be right now. I’m just making a point. I’ve already drawn what I want for when Crew inks it. I don’t have any idea how to use a tattoo gun and want it to be done right.
I reach my other hand behind me and stroke his hard dick.
He groans. “Anything you want, little heathen.”
“Anything?” I tease. “Well listen closely, because I don’t want to have to tell you twice.” I throw his words back at him, and he growls. “You’re marrying me.”
“Goddamn right I am. You already have my ring on your finger, baby. You already said yes when I asked.”
I release his dick and look at my hand. The ring is huge and over the top—just like Axl. “I know that. But this is me claiming what’s mine.” I lift the shirt over my head, taking the mask with it, so I’m fully naked on top of him. “And I want you to mark my body again.”
His eyes scan my body and then land on my side. On the scar Justin left across my skin with the knife. And to the letters I drew over it in black Sharpie.
Heathen.
His whole body goes still, and his breathing picks up under my thighs.
“Saylor.” His voice is tender, and it makes tears form in the corners of my eyes.
“That’s what I want.” I run my fingers over the letters. “This scar isn’t who I am. I’m your heathen.”
His eyes are locked on my ribs. On the name he gave me at the start of all of this.
I lean down so my face is over his but keep my lips just out of reach of his. “And I want you to be the one to mark me.”
“Untie me.” His voice is raw, and he lifts his head trying to meet mine. “Saylor, untie my fucking hands.”
“Not yet.” I brush my lips across his jaw, and he strains toward me. “I’m not done telling you what I want.”
“I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want. Untie me so I can touch my girl.”
“You’ll touch me when I say you can.” I sit back and slide myself down his body until I feel his cock against me. We both feel it, and his hips drive up. “I’m not going back on birth control, Axl.”
He chuckles. “Good. Why do you think I’ve been fucking that pussy so much? You didn’t think I lost interest in that tight ass, did you?”
This cocky son of a bitch.
“That’s not the point, Axl.”
“Then tell me the point while I’m fucking my pussy.” He bucks his hips, which rubs his cock along my ass.
“The point is that it’s my choice.” I reach down and grip his jaw. “I’m choosing you. To be your wife, to have your children, to have this life together.”
His jaw flexes under my fingers, and he stops moving. The cockiness is gone. He stares up at me, and I can see his throat working. “It’s not even a choice for me.” His eyes don’t leave mine. “It was always going to be you, Saylor.”
I come up on my knees and position myself over his dick, then slide down, taking all of him. His head drops back against the pillow, and his hands grip the ties. I press both palms flat against his chest and lean down and kiss the letters I wrote on him.
“Eyes on me.” I roll my hips and he groans. “My king is going to watch while I fuck him.”