Axel's Pup (54 page)

If there was a way for Bayden to earn praise, it was by holding Axel’s gaze, and he threw himself into that task as if his life depended upon it. He didn’t even blink.

“Good boy.”

Axel didn’t need to look down to see what he was doing. He knew Bayden’s body so well he could have played the game blindfolded, except that would have meant missing the look in Bayden’s eyes too.

A calm gradually settled over Bayden. He couldn’t keep Axel’s gaze the whole time, but he managed to keep his attention on Axel’s face—dropping his gaze to Axel’s lips every time looking Axel in the eye became too much for him.

It made Bayden look simultaneously submissive, obedient and desperate for a kiss.

Bayden’s back, his thighs, the outside of his upper arms and finally his chest—Axel calmly claimed each bit of him. When he looked down to admire his work, Axel made it obvious what he was doing, reminding Bayden that one of them didn’t need anyone’s permission to do that.

None of the scratches were deep, none of them drew blood. Axel trailed one fingertip over Bayden’s torso as he considered his options. Bayden’s cock was flushed with arousal, the head peeking past his foreskin. Axel ran a finger up the length. Bayden stopped breathing. Axel traced the same line again, letting the metal tip touch Bayden’s cock this time, but only as a tease. Axel made him wait until the third caress before he actually allowed him to get any benefit from it.

Bayden’s head dropped back. He did his best to keep his gaze on Axel’s face, peering at him from beneath lids that were heavy with pleasure, but his eyes kept fluttering closed.

Bayden’s cock jerked under Axel’s feather-light touch. Bayden pushed his hips forward, desperate for more. His arse rubbed against Axel’s cock through the thin layer of denim separating them.

Axel wrapped his gloved hand around Bayden’s cock. Tensing and relaxing each finger in turn, he gently milked his shaft.

“Move for me.”

Bayden blinked at him. He swallowed rapidly. He tentatively rocked his hips—pushing his cock gently against Axel’s palm.

“You can do better than that, pup.”

Bayden took a shaky breath and thrust properly into Axel’s grip.

“Good boy. You can put your hands on my shoulders to steady yourself, but I don’t want you to stop moving until I give you permission.”

“Yes, sir.” Such a soft whisper. Bayden settled his hands on Axel’s shoulders just as tenderly.

“That’s right,” Axel whispered. He looked down, watching Bayden’s cock slide against his hand. The tip of his cock appeared past the black leather channel with each thrust. More and more pre-cum leaked from the tip and smeared against Axel’s glove.

“Do you want me to…?”

“I want you to concentrate on obeying my orders, nothing else.”

Bayden could hold back. Axel had no doubt about that. If he’d been allowed to show off his self-control, Bayden could have kept going without coming for hours. But that wasn’t the challenge.

Their eyes met. Bayden thrust forward again. Then once more. He threw his head back as he came, exposing his throat in that now familiar way. His grip on Axel’s shoulders tightened and Bayden clung to him as if Axel were his only anchor in the roughest of storms. Barely a minute after Axel first ordered him to move Bayden’s cum spilled against Axel’s hand and T-shirt.

Bayden’s howl wasn’t as loud as usual. His breathing was ragged. Heat rushed to his cheeks. But he didn’t stop moving.

Axel remained silent, watching Bayden struggle to keep going as his cock started to soften and thrusting into Axel’s palm had to bring more pain than pleasure. So gorgeous.

“You can stop.” Axel kept his hand around Bayden’s cock as he slid his other hand into Bayden’s hair and guided him forward to be kissed. “So good,” Axel whispered to him. “So hot.”

Bayden murmured against Axel’s lips. His hands gripped Axel’s T-shirt very tightly by the time Axel finally broke the kiss.

Axel didn’t give him time to pull himself together. “Undo my fly, pup.”

For a second, Bayden looked confused by the order. Then he seemed to realise what Axel was talking about. He quickly fumbled at Axel’s clothes, tugging them out of the way while still obeying Axel’s order not to look down.

“Good boy.”

Axel’s only contributions were to lift his hips so Bayden could move his clothes out of the way, and to ensure that Bayden didn’t fall off his lap. Working by touch with clumsy hands, Bayden eventually freed Axel’s cock.

 “There’s lube on the side table.”

Bayden blindly rummaged around in the bowl of odds and ends there until his fingers wrapped around the little bottle of lube. He didn’t wait for another order. He smeared the lube down the length of Axel’s shaft.

Axel’s guess had been right. Even though he’d come, Bayden’s need was still obvious. Being topped wasn’t just about the chance to get off for Bayden. A nod was the only encouragement he needed. He lifted himself up and guided Axel’s cock inside him.

For the first time, Bayden was in control and free to set the pace himself, but Axel only allowed that freedom to last for a few seconds. He caught hold of Bayden’s hips, forcing him to slow down and give himself time to relax. Cum smeared against Bayden’s hip. The metal fingertips pressed against Bayden’s skin, drawing a gasp from him.

“Patience, pup. There’s no rush.”

Bayden squirmed and rocked his hips, obviously incapable of stilling himself. His hands fluttered mid-air as he struggled to work out where to put them.

“On my shoulders.”

Bayden didn’t obey instantly.

“A little bit of lube won’t kill me, pup.”

Bayden delicately placed his hands on Axel’s shoulders

“You’re allowed to touch me. I’d tell you if you weren’t.”

“Yes, sir.” The words were barely breathed. Bayden rocked his hips again.

“Good boy.” Axel thrust up into him. “Move for me.”

Bayden set up a careful rhythm. Maybe it was because he wasn’t used to riding another man, but every time Axel let the metal tips scratch his skin, Bayden lost his coordination.

He was a stubborn little bugger, though; he kept trying to follow the order. Watching that was almost as erotic as the way his hole tightened and relaxed around Axel’s shaft as he rode him. Bayden was his. Even if he wasn’t wearing Axel’s collar around his neck, he belonged to him as thoroughly as any man ever could.

Axel ran his gaze down Bayden’s body. His cock was hardening again, but Axel wasn’t inclined to grant him another orgasm that night.

Instinct begged Axel to move, to thrust up into Bayden again and meet each movement, but he held himself in check, making sure Bayden was the one who did all the work tonight.

But, that was the only way Axel held back. Being able to last a lot longer than Bayden wasn’t a point he needed to make that night. Axel didn’t try to make it difficult for Bayden to ride him over the edge. The look of bliss on Bayden’s face when Axel came was just as intense as when Bayden had come. Axel half expected another howl to fill the air.

He tugged Bayden forward and brought their lips together.

The kiss was far sweeter than it had any right to be while Axel’s cock was still buried deep in Bayden’s arse.

Even when the kiss ended, Axel wasn’t inclined to separate their bodies. He guided Bayden to sit up straight. Bayden still didn’t have permission to look down, but Axel considered the marks he’d left on Bayden very carefully.

When he looked up, Bayden was still trying to catch his breath.

Axel stroked his cheek. Another scratch appeared, a very light one.

Bayden swallowed, drawing Axel’s attention to his throat. The need to put a collar on him was getting more intense by the day. Axel drew another line with his fingertip, all the way around Bayden’s throat. Damn, but his cock tried to harden at the sight. Finally, Axel separated their bodies, although he kept Bayden on his lap.

Bayden still didn’t look down, but he took one hand from Axel’s shoulder and gently touched the inside of Axel’s wrist, just above the line of his glove. Axel nodded. Bayden guided Axel’s hand up to his lips and began to delicately lap up the cum, methodically cleaning the leather surface.

“Carefully,” Axel warned, when Bayden took one fingertip between his lips. “I don’t want any scratches on your tongue. It’s far too talented to put at risk like that.”

Bayden blushed at the mild praise. His actions became more confident. When the glove was cleaned to his satisfaction, he cautiously leaned forward and lapped at the traces of lube he’d left on Axel’s T-shirt when he grabbed his shoulders.

Axel made no comment. That was apparently encouragement enough.

Bayden dipped his head, tying his body in knots in an attempt to remain on Axel’s lap and simultaneously lean down far enough to lick up the cum that had landed on Axel’s T-shirt.

Axel grabbed a cushion and dropped it on the floor between his feet. Bayden moved silently down to kneel there. He still hadn’t forgotten the order to keep his attention up on Axel’s face. Even when the angle made eye contact impossible, Axel was still sure of the direction of Bayden’s gaze.

No rush, no hesitation. Bayden lapped deliberately at Axel’s T-shirt, dampening the T-shirt with his tongue as he cleaned up his own orgasm. He kept working until Axel pulled the T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Sliding his fingers through Bayden’s hair, Axel made it clear that he didn’t want him to stop. Bayden’s tongue danced against his skin, checking that none of his semen had seeped through the thin cotton.

Gradually, he made his way down Axel’s body.

Axel was completely soft.

Bayden pressed a kiss against Axel’s pubic hair just above his cock. Staring down at him, Axel saw that smudges of lube and smears of cum were the only things visible on his shaft. Bayden didn’t look down to check before he kissed his way to the very tip of the shaft.

Inch by inch, Bayden worked his tongue over Axel’s cock. So gentle, so submissive. Axel stroked his hair back from his face. “Good pup.”

Bayden smiled, but he didn’t stop. He was soon murmuring his pleasure; his lips reverted to kisses. As much as he loved to see Bayden enjoying himself, it was too soon for Axel to want to get hard again. He coaxed Bayden back up onto his lap and settled him in position.

“You can look down at yourself.”

Bayden gasped when he saw the patterns Axel had traced out on his body.

“Sir?” A word spoken so softly, it was just on the edge of hearing, even when they were mere inches apart.

Axel stroked Bayden’s cheek with a knuckle. “You’re always allowed to talk to me, pup.”

“Just because I…”

“No, pup. Not just because you said you like it. I like it too. It would be a strange dom who didn’t like marking his territory, wouldn’t it?”

Bayden smiled. He ran his fingertips very gently over the scratches on his chest.

They wouldn’t last. The way Bayden healed, every single one of them would have disappeared by morning. The memory of them would last far longer.

“Yours,” Bayden whispered.

“Yes.”

Bayden glanced up, obviously not aware that he’d spoken out loud. He nodded when their gazes locked. “Yours.”

Bayden hesitated at the door to the office at the back of the pub. Axel sat in front of the computer, but he was staring at his phone rather than the monitor and looked deep in thought. Bayden stepped back. Their conversation could wait. Axel obviously had more important things on his mind.

Just then, Axel looked up. He smiled. “You can come in.”

Bayden stepped into the office. “Have you decided what the punishment should be, sir?”

Axel set his phone down and beckoned him closer. Bayden tried to kneel as he stepped into his space, but Axel stopped him short and arranged him to stand in front of him, leaning back against the edge of his desk.

“The punishment for not telling me what was going on?” Axel asked.

Guilt rolled inside Bayden. “And for anything else you think I should be punished for, sir.”

Axel studied him carefully for a few minutes. “We’ll talk about it all closer to the time.”

Bayden shifted uncomfortably against the edge of the desk. It was Axel’s choice. Everything was Axel’s choice. But… “You don’t have to wait on my account, sir. I’m fine now. Whatever the punishment is, I can…” He closed his eyes for a moment.

Axel stroked Bayden’s side through his vest, warming every bit of skin he touched.

“Is having to wait part of the punishment, sir?”

“No.” Axel sounded very certain about that. “It’s about giving you the chance to deal with one thing at a time. You’re grieving for your grandfather. Everything else can wait.”

“But—”

“Everything else can wait. That includes any punishment.”

Bayden stared down at the way his own hand had curled into a fist. He knew Axel had noticed the gesture, but he didn’t comment on it. Bayden folded his arms, tucking his hands out of sight. “It’s been three weeks since he died.”

“Yes.”

“And it’s not as if I hadn’t had time to settle in to submitting to you by then. I’d already been doing that for three weeks…”

“Yes.”

Bayden moved his weight from one foot to the other, not sure how much further he could push the conversation without sounding like he was demanding something or challenging Axel’s dominance.

“It’s six weeks since you agreed to submit to me.” Axel’s tone made it obvious he’d only just realised that.

Bayden nodded. “I thought you might want to punish me today. Before I…” He looked down, not quite strong enough to finish his sentence.

Axel straightened up in his seat. His scent changed. “Before you what?”

“You said I could try to submit to you for six weeks. You kept your word. You gave me six weeks.” He swallowed.

“Before you what?” Axel repeated.

Bayden’s heart raced. “You said at one point that my job wasn’t anything to do with that, so if you’re still okay with me working here…”

“Before you what?” Axel repeated.

“Leave,” Bayden blurted out.

“I never said that I expected you to leave after six weeks.”