Axel's Pup (46 page)

 Bayden pulled away as far as his bondage allowed.

“This isn’t a punishment. It’s not a test to see how much you can tolerate. I want to know if you can enjoy it,” Axel whispered in his ear. “We’re going to start slowly and build it up.”

Bayden licked his lips.

“If you want to stop, you can say so at any time. But you’re not allowed to tell me that I don’t need to take my time with you. I’ve been looking forward to this for months, pup. I’ll be damned if I’m going to rush it.”

Bayden remained silent.

Axel brought his hand down on Bayden’s arse again, just a fraction more firmly. “Concentrate,” he whispered, soft as a secret. “Think about exactly how it feels. Don’t just let sensations happen, go and find them, meet them halfway. Let me in, pup.”

Bayden frowned as he tried to do what Axel said.

Another tap, again just a tiny bit harder. There was no pain. There was barely any sensation at all. Axel was right, Bayden had to work at it, had to try to amplify it all and make the most of what little Axel was willing to offer him.

Axel spanked him again.

Bayden let out a frustrated moan. There was so bloody little to react to.

“Forget about everything you’ve done before. This isn’t a bet. It’s not a punishment—it means any kind punishment is over. I’ll only ever spank you because I’m pleased with you, not because you’ve done something wrong. There’s no winner here, no loser. There’s just you and me.”

Another spank. A tiny flare of heat spread through Bayden’s left buttock. He’d never been so damn grateful to feel anything. He closed his eyes, concentrating, unwilling to waste it.

Again. Bayden chased after the fleeting moment of heat Axel’s palm offered him.

Axel brought his hand down on Bayden’s right buttock this time. A rhythm called to Bayden as Axel moved his hand from one side of his arse to the other, offering him those infuriatingly gentle taps. Bayden rocked with them, pushing back into each contact as if he could somehow convince Axel to turn the teasing taps into real spanks that way.

Heat gradually built in Bayden’s buttocks. Relief rolled through him, and with it came a curious kind of pleasure. The sensations were from Axel—so they were by their very definition a good thing. And Axel wouldn’t offer them to him if Bayden hadn’t pleased him in some way. Axel wouldn’t go out of his way to send twisty shots of sensation through his veins unless he thought Bayden had earned them.

Bayden rocked his hips. It wasn’t like pushing back against a man’s cock when he bottomed, but the action called to the same part of him. It was all about acceptance, about acknowledging that he was allowing another man to do things he would only be willing to accept if he considered that man to be entirely dominant over him.

“That’s right. That’s good.”

Pleasure peaked and eddied inside him as Axel’s voice seeped into his mind. Bayden tugged at the cuffs above his head, rising further onto his toes as the heat in his buttocks spread through his body, making his breaths turn ragged and his pulse race.

He pushed back against the next spank, but Axel’s hand wasn’t there.

Bayden whimpered. He blinked open his eyes. He shook his head, knowing that it couldn’t happen, not again.

“You stopped.” Bayden looked over his shoulder. “Sir, you…you stopped!”

“Hush. Not for long.” A moment later, Axel slid slicked fingers between Bayden’s buttocks.

Bayden peered up at him. Axel’s fingertips rested against his hole. When Axel stopped doing something, he didn’t always go back to finish what he started. Twice before, he’d prepared Bayden only to change his mind. Bayden didn’t know if he would survive one more unfinished game.

Their eyes met. Axel’s fingers remained perfectly still.

Not pulling away ceased to be enough. If Bayden wanted this, he knew he’d have to make it clear. If he was willing to risk being prepared then abandoned for a third time, he had to ask for it.

He shuffled his legs further apart, making his arse more accessible, even if it meant only having tentative contact between his toes and the carpet.

Axel pushed two digits deep inside him and immediately found his prostate. Bayden moaned and rocked his hips more desperately.

“Does that feel good, pup?”

Bayden nodded.

“Do you like the way my fingers feel inside you?”

“Yes, sir.” He’d like Axel’s cock even more.

“Do they feel hot?”

Bayden frowned. Yes. They were hotter than they should be. It wasn’t just Bayden’s arse that had been heated by the spanking. Axel’s hand had come down against his buttocks just as often as his arse had felt its impact. Humans weren’t as resilient as wolves. He looked up. “You’re hurt?”

Axel stroked his left hand up and down Bayden’s chest as he worked his fingers deeper inside him. “No. It feels good.”

Bayden nodded, all his worries relieved. “Good,” he repeated. The spanking did feel good. It was nothing like a whipping. It was hot and tingly and it made him want to squirm and push his arse back against Axel’s crotch as Axel screwed him hard and frantic. Unable to do all that, Bayden just did his damnedest to ride Axel’s touch.

When Axel took his hand back, Bayden held his breath. If Axel walked away now…

His breath rushed out as a yelp as Axel struck his arse with his open hand. It was harder than the previous spanks. It was all Bayden could do not to howl in pleasure as he jerked against his bondage.

The spanks came faster and harder. There was no time to process them, but Bayden still followed Axel’s order to look for every scrap he could find. He couldn’t switch that instinct off. Sensations threatened to overwhelm him, and still he scrambled for every crumb.

He gasped for breath, his mind reeling with unfamiliar pleasure.

As suddenly as he’d resumed the spanking, Axel stopped it again. Bayden tried to turn to him, but Axel didn’t give him the chance to move. Axel reached up and unhooked the cuffs from the beam.

The next moment, Bayden’s feet left the floor. Axel tossed him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. He strode into the bedroom and threw Bayden unceremoniously onto his bed. The cuffs were still fastened together. They made Bayden clumsy, but he managed to roll over and get on to his hands and knees.

He heard Axel undoing his fly, and he spread his knees further apart on the bedspread in an entirely instinctive offering.

Words. Axel liked words. Bayden found one. “Please…”

It was a magical word. Axel immediately caught hold of his hips and pushed into him. He didn’t stop until he was buried in Bayden’s arse to the hilt. Lowering his head toward the mattress, Bayden supported his weight on trembling forearms.

It was dangerously close to the position he’d been bound in during the second night of his penance. Bayden closed his eyes. Tonight was different. He wasn’t discarded on the other side of the room unworthy of being screwed. He was in Axel’s bed. Axel’s grip was tight and their bodies joined together as thoroughly as any could be.

Axel held Bayden still as he swayed away, only to push into him again with deep, purposeful thrusts.

Each time their bodies met, new pleasure burst through Bayden. It felt like a lifetime since he’d last been allowed to come. He’d been hard off and on all day, wondering what Axel had planned for him. His arse was sensitive after the spanking.

He wanted it to go on forever. He wanted to still be hard and desperate to come when it was all over, so Axel would know it had never been about Bayden looking for pleasure for himself. But what he wanted wasn’t as important as obeying Axel’s orders.

Bayden relaxed, holding nothing back from his alpha. A few thrusts were all it took before Bayden tossed back his head and howled as his orgasm tore through him. Pleasure ricocheted within him, seeming to reach every square inch of his skin before reverberating back deep inside his body. He clawed at the blankets in an effort to keep hold of the world. He gasped for breath. And the whole time, Axel’s rhythm didn’t even falter.

He ploughed into Bayden, almost hard enough to push him off balance on every thrust. Completely spent, there would be no more peaks of pleasure for Bayden that night. It was all about Axel now. Bayden tightened and relaxed his internal muscles, working his hole around Axel’s shaft as he pushed back into each thrust, trying to give Axel the best ride ever.

Axel had to come. He had to. Bayden couldn’t fail him again. The idea that Axel might not get off on screwing him, that he’d end up finding his pleasure in his own hand again, made Bayden whimper.

A harder, rougher thrust and Axel finally came. There was no howl to mark the occasion, but Bayden moaned with a dizzying combination of relief and pleasure.

A few moments later, Axel stilled, then moved away to collapse on the bed alongside him. It took everything Bayden had in him not to instantly follow Axel across the mattress and try to wrap himself around him.

Gingerly lowering himself down to rest flat on the bed instead, Bayden buried his face in the blankets. His wrists were still cuffed together. His buttocks throbbed after the spanking. His cum had created a wet patch on the sheet beneath him.

It felt like someone had taken a sledge hammer to his mind. His psyche had shattered and lay in sparkling, broken pieces across the bedspread. Against all logic, he didn’t find that possibility in any way worrying.

He lay there, breathing deeply, simply enjoying the scent of their combined pleasure until Axel reached over and undid the cuffs. He nudged Bayden to take the bathroom first.

Bayden quickly cleaned himself up and completed his usual nightly routine. There was a mirror above the sink in the bathroom. Bayden turned his back to it and rose up on his toes, trying to see what sort of marks Axel’s spanking had left on his skin. It was impossible. All he could do was peer awkwardly over his own shoulder and catch glimpses of the top inch or two of reddened skin.

“Furthest wardrobe door on the left,” Axel said, as Bayden stepped back into the bedroom.

Just because an order was incomplete and made no sense, that was no reason to disobey it. Bayden opened the specified wardrobe door. On the inside was a full length mirror.

He glanced toward Axel.

“You don’t want to see your spanking in a reflection?” Axel teased. “Go ahead.”

Bayden turned his back to the mirror and peered over his shoulder into the glass. He’d imagined that there would hardly be a mark on him after how gentle Axel had been but his arse flushed bright red—the colour concentrated more intensely toward the centre of each buttock and gradually fading out as it reached the edge.

A movement warned Bayden that Axel was approaching, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the mirror. Axel stopped toe to toe with him. Bayden watched in the reflection as Axel reached around him and palmed his arse. A gasp echoed through the room.

“Sore?” Axel asked.

“Good,” Bayden corrected. It felt fantastic. It looked amazing too. Axel’s hand prints on him, marking him out as belonging to Axel, just as if he was Axel’s mate.

Bayden felt the cheeks on his face turn a similar colour to his buttocks. He stopped looking over his shoulder and stared at Axel’s collar bone instead.

“Like or dislike?” Axel asked, softly.

“Like, sir,” Bayden whispered. He liked it so much.

Axel palmed Bayden’s arse more firmly. Bayden glanced up, but Axel was still studying the reflection.

“Do you, sir?” Bayden blurted out.

“Do I what?”

Bayden hesitated.

“Did I like spanking you?” Axel guessed. “Yes, pup. I loved it, almost as much as I loved screwing you afterwards. And I love the way your arse looks.”

Bayden smiled. There was no doubting Axel’s honesty.

When Axel decided that the reflection had been admired for long enough, he took his turn in the bathroom.

A glance toward the bed reminded Bayden that he couldn’t spend all his time peering in the mirror. He worked quickly and had almost finished changing the bed before Axel came in.

Axel raised an eyebrow when he saw what he was doing.

“I…When I came, I…” Bayden hesitated. “Should I have asked for permission, sir?”

Axel shook his head. “No, it’s fine.” He seemed amused. That wasn’t a very logical reaction, but it was better than him being angry. Bayden didn’t question it.

As soon as the bed was re-made, Axel arranged them so Bayden spooned in front of him, his heated arse aligned with Axel’s crotch and the blankets pulled up high to keep out any drafts.

After the previous nights on the floor, it was closer to heaven than ever.

“Too sore?” Axel asked, as he encouraged Bayden to press his arse back against him more firmly.

Bayden shook his head rapidly. “I like it, sir.”

There was power in those words. They weren’t a mistake. They didn’t mean a human could use that knowledge against him at the first opportunity. Not with every human. Not with this human.

“You really do heal quickly, don’t you?”

Bayden looked over his shoulder. Axel stood in the bedroom doorway, studying Bayden’s backside.

Bayden had already checked in the wardrobe mirror. There wasn’t a single mark left after the previous night’s spanking. “Are you disappointed, sir?”

Axel shook his head. “I have no problem applying new coats as often as necessary.”

As Bayden walked past him into the living room, Axel swatted him on the arse—not hard, but maybe just enough for a tiny touch of colour to spread across his skin.

When Bayden looked up, Axel winked at him.

If he wanted the colour to stay there, he’d have to spank him a lot. At least once every day. The idea of Axel’s hand falling against his arse that often went straight to Bayden’s cock. Naked since he got up, he had no way of hiding how enthusiastic he was about that possibility.

“So you really did like it?”

Axel stepped up behind him. Bayden wasn’t the only one who was hard. As Axel reached around and stroked Bayden’s cock, he rocked his hips and rubbed his own erection against Bayden’s arse.

The world faded away as Bayden closed his eyes and pushed himself helplessly against Axel’s palm. Axel tightened his grip around Bayden’s shaft. He stroked him faster, using Bayden’s pre-chum to slick his touch.