11. Axel
Axel
I t’s been a minute since I defiled my sister's best friend while she slept and it’s still all I can think about.
Things escalated quickly. Coming in her face cream wasn’t on my to-do list when I crawled through her window that night, but I have zero regrets.
I wonder if she’s noticed she smells like me yet.
If she doesn’t yet, she will eventually.
One day–soon enough–she’ll salivate at the mere thought of my scent on her skin.
I imagine she’ll be pissed at first, but she’ll get over it.
It’s the least of her concerns when it comes to the things I’ll do to her.
That night, at Gravity, I accessed her cell and mirrored it. She’s been surprisingly quiet and that may just piss me off more than the alternative.
Knock, knock.
“Come on in, Hayes.”
“How did you know it was me?”
I point to the monitor that shows my office door.
“I see,” he responds with a hint of concern written on his face. “You’ve done a great job with the surveillance since you’ve been here. I’m impressed. Where did you learn all this if you don’t have a college degree?”
“Self-taught.” I refuse to give him more than I need to. The time I spent in Spain is not something I’m going to get into. It’s irrelevant to my work at this point and would serve no real purpose aside from raising more questions.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, then. You wanted to talk to me about something?”
“Yeah. I wanted to know if you have plans for the woods behind the building. If not, I think you should consider developing it into a controlled primal play area. It would allow for a more authentic experience for those that like to chase and be chased.”
He rubs his chin, contemplating what I’ve laid out for him.
It’s a solid idea and he’d be a dumbass to not do it.
One thing I’ve learned since I’ve been here is that Hayes is not dumb.
He co-owns the club with Ryker, but it’s clear who the brains of the operation is.
Although, it’s possible I’m just not a Ryker fan since he’s clearly in bed with my sister and has also been with my mother. Fucking. Gross .
“Are you asking for the good of the club? Or for your own needs?” he asks.
“Is there a reason it can’t be both?” Had he asked me a few weeks ago, I’d have undoubtedly told him this was a purely selfish inquiry.
Now… things are changing.
I’m changing.
I’ve always been strategically nomadic. Always moving. Nothing to tie me down.
I prefer it that way. Except, recently I’ve found a strange sense of comfort in the familiar.
The familiarity of working in the same place every night.
The familiarity of her. Of watching her. Waiting for her.
Mi pequena debilidad será mi muerte.
“I suppose it doesn’t matter,” he admits. “I’ll look into it. Thanks for the idea. Can I ask you a question?”
“You’re my boss. You ask like I have a choice, Hayes.”
Stepping further into my space, he shuts the door behind him. “You have access to every inch of this club and I know that makes you feel like you know everything, but you don’t. This is still my club and I know more than you realize. Like I know you’ve been using Gravity for personal use.”
“Is that against the rules?” I lift a brow. I don’t really care what his answer is.
“No, it’s not.”
“Then, wha–”
“I wasn’t finished,” he scolds, holding up a solitary finger, then immediately stuff his hands in his pockets.
“I’m setting up some beginner kink and BDSM classes.
Once a week, for now. You should attend, so you have an understanding of the basics–like safety.
Especially if you’re thinking about chasing someone through the woods. ”
Alright, he’s smarter than I gave him credit for. Except I won’t be doing that.
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said no, Hayes. I’m not sitting in some class with a bunch of twenty-somethings for an hour, so I can listen to you lecture me about the importance of a fucking safeword.”
“The fact that you think the safeword is all you need to make sure you’re doing things safely, tells me all I need to know.
If you don’t want to take the class, fine.
At least think about letting me go over the basics of safety with you, one on one.
” He pauses and shoots me a sympathetic look.
“It doesn’t matter what you’re into or how fucked up it is, I’ve heard it all before.
But if you care about this girl, whoever she is, I’d imagine you’d be pretty upset if anything happened to her and it was your fault. ”
The fucker isn’t wrong. I want to do fucked up, depraved things to Wrinley. And I suppose I don’t want her to get seriously hurt.
“I’ll think about it,” I grunt.
“That’s all I ask,” he voices, turning to leave the room, his expression twisted into an emotion I don’t recognize. “Protect her at all costs, Axel. If you don’t, you’ll lose her.”