67. CHAPTER 62
AXL
Fuck, my heathen is sexy as hell. I could easily get my hands free. But I’ll always give my girl what she wants, right before I take what I want from her. Marriage is about balance and compromise, right?
I can’t wait to have her name on my chest. I’m proud of my girl, and I’ll be even more proud the day that I can finally make her my wife.
Her tits are in my face, and I just want to lick her hard, pierced nipples. Her hands are pressed flat against my chest, right over where she wrote her name on me in Sharpie. She’s grinding slow enough to make me lose my goddamn mind.
I pull against the ties, knowing I can’t wait much longer before I’m done letting her have her fun. My girl is making her point, but she wants me to own and dominate her.
She rolls her hips and squeezes around my cock. Fuck, she’s going to make me come faster than I want. She leans down, and her lips brush my ear. “How do you like being fucked by your queen?”
“I love it, baby.” I thrust my hips up hard, making her bounce on my dick. “But my queen knows what happens when she pushes too far.”
She licks along my jaw. “Maybe I want to push you too far.”
That’s my fucking girl.
She grips my throat, and her mischievous green eyes focus on mine. “Are you a good boy or a bad boy?”
I rip my left hand free, and the tie snaps against the headboard. Her eyes go wide, and I grab her hip with my free hand, digging my fingers into her skin. She tries to pull away, but I hold her down on my cock.
“Where do you think you’re going, little heathen?”
“Axl—” She’s grinning. She wanted this. She’s been pushing to see when I’ll snap.
I yank my right hand free, but she’s off me before I can grab her. She’s fast—bare feet on the hardwood. She’s naked, laughing as she clears the bedroom door and disappears into the penthouse.
I sit up. My cock is throbbing. My girl wants me all worked up so I’ll chase her down and remind her who she’s marrying.
I grab the mask off the floor where she tossed it and pull it over my face. Then I grab a belt and a few ropes and drape them around my neck. “You better hide, baby.” I call out to her. “Once I find you, I’ll fuck you. And I’m going to make it rough.”
I hear her giggle from somewhere in the penthouse, and then she tries to muffle herself. She wants me to find her. My heathen needs to be dominated. That’s how she exerts her control.
I step into the hallway. The penthouse is dark except for the city lights pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I can see the living room, the kitchen, the open stretch of marble and glass that my father designed to impress clients. Right now it’s a hunting ground for my girl.
My cock is hard, and my girl is naked somewhere in this suite. Once I find her, I’m tying her up and filling her with my cum. Maybe if I get her pregnant, Dane will let me marry her before I get my brand.
“You want me to make it hurt, heathen?” I move through the living room. My eyes adjust to the dark, and I check behind the couch. She’s not there. “You’re going to choke on my dick for getting me worked up like this.”
I listen, waiting for the slightest sound. Then there’s a creak from a cabinet in the kitchen.
I move fast. She screams and tries to run past me, but I catch her around the waist and lift her off her feet. She’s laughing and fighting me. I pin her against my chest, my free hand gripping her throat. “Now it’s my turn to play, baby.”
I carry her to the living room, and she’s squirming against me, but she’s not trying hard. Her ass is grinding against my cock. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“You had your fun, little heathen.” I drop her onto the couch on her stomach and straddle her ass. “Hands behind your back.”
She does as she’s told, and I pull the belt from around my neck and wrap it around her wrists to pin them together behind her back.
I lean down and press my masked mouth against her ear, making her shiver. “Just remember that you chose me, good girl. And it might not be legal yet, but it’s until death do us fucking part.”
“Always.” She wiggles beneath me. “Please, Axl.”
I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back. “See, you’re going to be the perfect little wife. You already know how much I like when you fucking beg.”
I flip her over so she’s on her back with her bound hands pinned underneath her. She looks up at me through the dark with the city lights illuminating both of us. I let my fingers trace the Sharpie on her skin. I hate seeing that scar on her body and can’t fucking wait to cover it for her.
I drag my hand down her stomach and push her thighs apart. She’s dripping. I slide my fingers through her pussy, and her back arches off the couch.
“You got this wet tying me up?” I push two fingers inside her and she gasps. “Or was it knowing what I was going to do to you?”
“Both.” She moans when I curl my fingers. “Fuck—Axl—”
“That’s it.” I pull my fingers out and push them into her mouth. “Taste what a good little slut you are, baby.”
Her lips close around my fingers, and she sucks while her eyes stay locked on the mask.
I pull my fingers out of her mouth and grip her jaw. “I’m going to spend every fucking day filling you with my cum until you’re carrying our child. But you’re going to earn it like a good little whore wife.”
Her eyes darken, and her thighs press together around my hand. “Then make me.”
I rip the mask off and toss it to the floor. I position myself so I’m straddling her face, looking over the rest of her body. My cock hangs heavy over her face, and she doesn’t have use of her hands. She can only take what I give her.
“I told you that you were going to choke on my dick first.” I look down the length of her body.
Her pussy is swollen and glistening, and her thighs are already trembling.
I’m fucking starving for her. “Swallow all of my cock like I know you can, and I’ll eat that sweet pussy.
I want you sobbing and covered in drool when I finally fuck you. ”
She opens her mouth, and I push my cock past her lips, the head running along her tongue. Her throat works around me, and she takes me deep. Her jaw stretches, and she gags for a moment. Then she swallows me to the base, sucking so hard I groan.
“Fuck, baby.” I lower myself over her body and drag my tongue through her wetness. She moans around my cock, and the vibration almost makes me lose it. She’s dripping down her thighs. I push my tongue inside her, sucking all of that honey. Her hips buck up against my face, and I flick my tongue.
She gags again and pulls back to breathe, and I lift my mouth from her pussy.
“Did I say you could stop, heathen?”
She takes me back down her throat, so I reward her. My tongue circles her clit, and I suck hard enough to make her moan around my cock. Her legs shake on either side of my head, and I pin her thighs open with my hand.
Every time she pulls back to breathe, I stop. Every time she swallows me whole, I give her everything. She figures out the game fast, and she pushes through her gag reflex when I fuck her mouth because she wants me to let her come.
“Come for me, heathen. Come on my face, so I can fuck you.”
Her thighs clamp around my head, and her moans squeeze through my cock as she comes.
I don’t stop licking her or fucking her pretty face.
I keep my mouth on her pussy and lick her through it until her legs are shaking and she can’t keep them up.
Her mouth goes slack around my cock and I pull out.
It took every bit of my control not to finish in her throat.
I stand up and look down at her. Tears streak down her temples, and she has drool on her chin and chest. She’s panting, and her eyes are glazed. She’s looking up at me with her lips swollen and wet.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. And fucking mine.
I reach beneath her and pull her up by the belt around her wrists, then flip her so she’s face down on the couch with her knees beneath her body. Her bound hands rest at the small of her back, and I grip them with one hand. I use my knee to spread her legs apart.
“Axl!”
God, I love when she moans.
“Beg me, baby.” I smack her ass. “Beg for this dick.”
“Please.” She pushes her ass back toward me, her bound hands reaching for me. I want to lean down and lick my name inked on her ass. “Please, Axl. I need you inside me.”
I grip her hair and pull her back, then grip her breast, twisting her nipple in my fingers. She cries out. “I know you can do better than that.”
“Please, my king.” Her voice cracks, and she’s trembling under my hands. “I need your cock. I need you to make me come. Please—I’ll do whatever you want—”
I know she will. I release her hair and shove her cheek into the cushion. “You’re not ready yet, baby.”
These ropes around my neck are going to get put to good use. I pull one and wrap it around her thighs, tying them together. Then I position her so her knees are beneath her. She has no give to spread her legs at all.
I pull the other rope from my neck and use it to secure her bound arms to her torso. She moans and rocks on her knees while I tie the rope to the one wrapped around her thighs. She can’t move.
“So fucking beautiful, baby.” I give her my full length in one thrust, burying myself in her pussy.
She moans and brushes her fingers along my stomach when I lean over her back to lick the tears from her cheek.
They’re the only things she can move besides her head.
“Now I’m going to remind you what’s mine. ”
I don’t start slow. I grip the belt holding her wrists and use it as leverage to pull her body back onto my cock with every thrust, then smack her ass.
“This pussy is mine, Saylor.” I pound into her, and she’s sobbing. “Say it.”
“Yours—fuck—it’s yours, Axl—”
“And I’m going to keep it so fucking full of my cum.” I lean over her back and press my mouth against her ear. “And don’t think I’m going to go easy on you when you’re carrying my baby either.”
“Promise?” She pushes back against me and bites into her bottom lip.
“Fuck, my little queen.” I grab her hips with both hands and drive into her as hard as I can. “Come on my dick like a good slut. I’m about to fill my cunt.”
Her whole body trembles. She buries her face in the cushion, and her pussy clenches around me so fucking tight.
She comes hard, shaking under me, and the sound of her moans drives my need to mark her.
I sink my teeth into her shoulder. I bury myself deep and come while I bite and suck her salty skin.
I stay inside her, licking and kissing the mark I left on her shoulder. I fucking love marking my girl. She’s panting, trying to get her breathing back to normal.
She sighs as I untie the bindings. Once she’s free, I pull out slowly and she whimpers. I watch some of my cum run down her thigh.
I flip her over and use my finger to catch the cum and push it back inside her. “I think I’m going to have to plug you after all.”
“Kiss me,” she whispers, looking up at me through watery lashes.
I pull her up against my chest and press my lips to hers. I kiss her deep and slow, my hand gripping the back of her neck to hold her against me. She melts into it, and her fingers dig into my shoulders.
When I pull back, her gorgeous face makes my heart pound. “I love you, baby.”
“I can’t wait to marry you, Axl.”
I wipe the tears off her cheek with my thumb, then kiss her again. “You’re already mine, little heathen.”