Axel's Pup (59 page)

Bayden nodded again, not quite willing to spoil the moment by uttering a verbal response that couldn’t include the word sir.

They were almost out of the room before Bayden spoke up. “What you said before, I don’t mind.”

Axel raised an eyebrow at him.

“Not shaking hands with people I mean. That’s more of a human thing anyway.”

Axel smiled. “Don’t tempt me, pup. Start accepting rules like that, and I’ll have you in a bubble with no one allowed to come within six feet of you.”

Or in a collar and lead. That was what Axel really wanted. A collared submissive. Bayden reached up and ran his fingers along his neck. When Axel talked about that it never sounded like treating someone like a dog—he made it sound like it was part of treating someone like a mate.

* * * * *

Bayden took his clothes off with even more care than usual. Axel frowned.

Bayden was tense. His movements were jerky. That was wrong. He shouldn’t be in pain at this point. However hard he’d found going without his privileges, his injuries were nearly all healed and—

Axel straightened up. There had been faint marks on his ribs that morning, but with the extra time to heal during the day, they’d vanished.

He stepped forward. Bayden froze, his fly undone, his jeans barely hanging on his hips. Axel ran his fingers over Bayden’s torso. Five days. The longest five days in Axel’s life, but they were over.

“Perfect,” he whispered.

When he looked up, he found Bayden studying him intently. Leaving his hand resting on Bayden’s abs, Axel met his gaze.

“You know what you did wrong?”

Bayden nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I should have told you what was going on when my grandfather died, and I shouldn’t have suggested the bet with Ford.”

“What do I want you to do differently next time?” Axel asked.

“Tell you what’s going on and not take bets.”

“No bets like that,” Axel specified, stroking Bayden’s hair back from his face. “You don’t let anyone hit you if you can stop them.”

“Apart from you,” Bayden added.

“Me?” Axel frowned wondering where the hell that came from.

“I like it when you leave marks on me,” Bayden whispered.

Axel’s lungs remember how to function. “The right kind of marks. Not the kind that bet left on you. I’ve never given a lover a black eye in my life, and I’m not going to start now.” Axel thought about that as he stroked Bayden’s hair, relishing being able to pet him that way without needing to hold back. The complete truth—if he demanded that off Bayden, Axel had to offer the same in return. “Actually, that’s not strictly true. I did give a sub a black eye once—Fisher, years ago.”

“I don’t mind. You—”

Axel covered his mouth with his hand. “That’s not something I want to hear you say.” He held Bayden’s gaze until Bayden realised how serious he was and dropped his eyes in submission. “And the black eye I gave Fisher—that was because neither of us had good enough balance to have shower sex while we were that drunk. We fell over before we even got started. I elbowed him in the face as I went down and gave him a hellish shiner. But, since he kneed me in the balls when he landed on me, I’d have happily swapped for the black eye.”

Bayden smiled behind Axel’s hand.

“I won’t leave those kind of bruises on you. But some marks, the right kind of marks, they can be arranged. A spanking. Paddles, whips, canes, crops. There’s plenty of marks you can have.”

Bayden nodded. “Yes…” He stared up at Axel, so much pleading in his eyes.

“Sir,” Axel finished for him.

Bayden closed his eyes. “Yes, sir.” The punishment was over. The look on his face when he opened his eyes, Bayden wouldn’t have been able to last through another minute of it.

Dipping his head, Axel brought their lips together. Bayden leaned into the kiss. He even reached out to Axel without any extra prompting and placed his hand delicately on Axel’s chest.

“Tonight, sir?” Bayden whispered, as Axel ended the kiss. He stared at Axel’s shoulder. “Please?”

“A hot shower and bed,” Axel whispered into his ear.

Bayden nodded. It obviously wasn’t what he’d been asking for, but he didn’t complain. Axel sent him into the bathroom and let him linger under the hot spray for as long as he wanted, getting as warm and clean as it was possible for a wolf to get. Bayden needed that, but it wasn’t all he needed.

While Bayden was in the bathroom, Axel stripped down to his bare skin. He opened the toy cupboard and examined his options. He’d spent a lot of time over the last few days thinking of ways to celebrate the end of Bayden’s punishment. All he had to do was pick which one would be best for them.

Bayden came into the room, his hair still damp from his shower. He looked from Axel’s face, to the toys, to Axel’s flourishing erection. His expression perked up considerably.

Axel chuckled. “You didn’t think we were going straight to sleep, did you?”

Bayden smiled. Within what seemed like seconds, his cock was just as hard as Axel’s. It looked like it would only take a single caress to take him over the edge. Axel smiled as he thought back to the night when it had taken little more than that to make Bayden come.

Axel closed the door on the wardrobe without taking anything out to play with.

“Sir?”

“No bondage tonight,” Axel said.

He guided Bayden onto the bed with him. Axel kept their kisses gentle, slow, and almost sweet. All he really wanted was to pin Bayden to the bed and remind him that he was never going to let him go, but he forced himself not to.

Bayden was quick to lean into every touch, but he remained tense.

When Axel pulled back and looked down at him, Bayden frowned. “I don’t understand, sir.”

Axel ran his hands over Bayden’s skin. “There’s nothing to understand, pup. If I have an order for you, I’ll let you know.”

Bayden nodded.

Axel patiently re-explored Bayden’s body, as if something significant might have changed in the last few days. It hadn’t—Bayden was as perfect as ever, and as responsive, too. He leaned into every caress, so eager for whatever Axel was willing to offer.

After a few minutes, Axel felt a tentative touch to his shoulder. Pleased with Bayden’s willingness to ask, Axel quickly nodded permission for Bayden to explore.

For a man without a single piece of ink, Bayden had one hell of a tattoo fetish. He traced them over and over again, first with his fingers then with his lips and tongue. He paid special attention to the tattoo on the outside of his right arm, a copy of the patch all The Black Dragons wore on their jackets.

Eventually, Axel guided Bayden’s mouth down to his cock. Bayden damn near purred his pleasure as he wrapped his lips around Axel’s erection. Axel rested his hand on the back of his head, guiding his movements, letting him know exactly what to do this time.

Bayden moaned around the head of Axel’s cock as he teased it with the tip of his tongue. It had been days since Axel had come. Closer and closer to the edge. Bayden whimpered, begging Axel to feed him his cum. At the last second, Axel tugged him back, pulling Bayden’s mouth away from his cock.

“Sir!” Bayden’s eyes opened wide. He shook his head. “I…”

There was no way he could work out what mistake he’d made when he hadn’t done anything wrong. Axel had left it until the last moment—he didn’t have time to explain.

He pulled Bayden up the bed and brought their lips together. Rolling over and finally allowing himself to pin Bayden to the bed, Axel slipped his hand between them. A few strokes was all it took for ecstasy and relief to make Axel’s whole body shudder above Bayden.

Bayden gasped into the kiss as Axel’s cum landed on his skin. Axel kept his hand moving until every last drop of his semen spilled against Bayden’s body.

Completely spent, he looked down Bayden’s torso. As he caught his breath, he admired the pattern the lines of cum created.

“Sir? Did I do something that…?”

“Hush.” Axel ran his fingers through the trails of semen before wrapping his hand around Bayden’s cock.

Bayden jerked, trying to push his erection against Axel’s hand, but Axel wasn’t interested in jacking Bayden off tonight. He took his hand away, leaving Bayden’s shaft coated in his cum.

He glanced up. Bayden was watching him with fascination. Axel repeated the process, this time he rubbed his cum over Bayden’s balls, working it into the short, dark hairs. Another swipe across the ropes of cum and he nudged Bayden’s legs apart.

He smeared his semen against the cleft of Bayden buttocks, and used it as lube when he slipped one finger into his hole, marking him there as well.  Bayden whimpered.

Axel looked up again. He’d wondered if Bayden would have needed an explanation, but, no, a wolf knew when a man was marking his territory. The knowledge shone bright in Bayden’s gaze.

If Bayden had rushed to clean up after himself whenever he’d come against Axel, Axel set about doing the exact opposite. Bayden was his—every bit of him. Making sure that Bayden knew that Axel wanted to claim and mark his territory was just as important to him as it had been for Bayden to prove that he hadn’t been trying to state his dominance.

Axel caught up a final smudge of cum and stroked it onto Bayden’s cheek. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, sir.”

Axel ran a fingertip along Bayden’s erection. “You’ll be allowed to come at some point.” He wasn’t inclined to be any more specific than that.

Bayden nodded.

“You can shower again in the morning, but tonight you’re sleeping like this.”

“Yes, sir.” He looked at the tiny strip of blanket between them, then up at Axel.

“As close as you want,” Axel allowed.

Bayden shuffled nearer, then glanced down at Axel’s hand. He touched the inside of Axel’s wrist. Axel’s fingers were more than a little sticky. A few moments work with Bayden’s tongue solved that. Another few licks to Axel’s cock to lap up any cum that had lingered there, and Bayden cautiously rested his head on Axel’s chest.

“Good boy.”

Bayden took a deep breath and let it out as a contented little sigh. He was asleep in seconds.

Axel had given Bayden permission to leave the main bar room in order to complete his morning’s duties, but Bayden knew that the moment he was finished Axel expected him to return to his side.

That wasn’t a problem. Being with Axel all the time was a comfortable kind of perfection, but Bayden was increasingly aware that it couldn’t go on forever. He paused as he entered the main bar room and looked across at Axel.

Moving closer to Axel was easy and instinctive, but it took all Bayden’s courage to speak up when he reached the bar. “Do I still need permission to be out of your sight, sir?”

“Yes.” Axel’s tone wasn’t in the least bit angry, but it invited no debate on the matter.

Bayden shuffled his feet. “Can I ask for permission, sir?”

Axel looked up from the beer invoice he’d been frowning at and smiled. “Of course. You can always ask, pup. But I won’t always say yes.”

Bayden hesitated, still on the customer side of the bar. “Am I allowed to stay here when you go out for your ride later today, sir?”

Axel set the invoice down. “Is there something wrong with your bike?”

Bayden shook his head.

“Are you ill?” Axel came around the bar and put his hand against Bayden’s forehead.

Bayden didn’t pull away from Axel’s touch, because, well, it was Axel’s touch, and that was always something to be appreciated. It was only a few days since his punishment had ended; frequent casual contact was still something to be cherished, even if it came in a form that didn’t make a lot of sense to a wolf. “I’m fine, sir.”

Axel’s eyes narrowed. “We’re not going anywhere near Holborn, and even if we were, Granger would have to be suicidal to try to touch you when you’re riding in the middle of the club.”

Bayden shook his head. “It’s not that. I just…” He looked down at his boots.

“Is there somewhere else you need to be today?” Axel asked.

“No, sir. I could just stay here.” Bayden glanced up. “I wouldn’t leave. I wouldn’t break any of the rules. There’s plenty of work I could do while you’re out.”

Axel took his hand away. He folded his arms. “Unless you can give me a good reason, no.”

Bayden pushed his own hands deeper into his pockets. “I just think it would be better, sir.”

“Way too vague to count as a reason, good or bad.”

Bayden didn’t sigh. That wouldn’t have been respectful, and respect was important. There were going to be no more screw ups, no more reasons for Axel to punish him. “It’s not important, sir.”

“What isn’t?”

“Riding with the club. It’s not important.”

Axel’s frown returned. “Today in particular or in general?”

Bayden couldn’t push his hands any further into his jeans pockets without his trousers falling down. “In general. It’s not important.”

Axel didn’t look any happier.

“
You
riding with them is important,” Bayden rushed out, as he realised that what he said might be open to misinterpretation.

“But you riding with us isn’t?”

“I’d prefer not to, sir.”

Axel leaned back against one of the bar room tables. “Why?”

He was actually going to make him say it. Bayden glared at his feet for a few seconds. “I don’t want to ride with the Dragons anymore, sir.”

“Lies again?”

“It’s not a lie!”

Axel raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not lying,” Bayden repeated, more politely. “If you’re worried I’ll leave when you’re out, you could padlock the door behind you.” As hard as he tried, he couldn’t stop the words from speeding up, until they tripped over each other in their haste to be said. “Or, if you don’t want me in here when you’re not here, I could wait outside until—”

“Enough.” Axel stepped forward. He caught hold of Bayden’s shoulders, steadying him with a tight grip, and the world became a much better place. “That’s enough,” Axel repeated, more firmly.

“I don’t want to lose you too,” Bayden blurted out.

Axel’s frown deepened. He moved one hand to the back of Bayden’s head.