Axel's Pup (70 page)

Axel heard men moving around behind them, crowding into the room and vying for a good view-point, but Bayden didn’t even glance in their direction.

“Forty with a whip.”

“Yes, sir.”

“No bet. No forfeit. Nothing to prove.” He stroked his cheek. “You can’t do battle with someone on the same side as you, can you, pup?”

Bayden smiled. He glanced up at Axel, shy in the way Axel had only ever seen him look when they were alone or unobserved. “On bare skin, sir?”

“A bare back. Keep the jeans on.”

Bayden removed his jacket. Axel took it off him, and his vest. He glanced at the front row of the crowd. The Dragons were all there. So was Evan. Axel pulled off his own T-shirt and left all the clothes with Evan and Griz.

The cupboard in the corner where the Dragons kept their personal toys yielded a cat of nine tails. Axel checked each strand. Dozens of men watched him. The only gaze he was truly aware of was Bayden’s.

Satisfied the implement was in perfect condition, Axel turned to Bayden. A nod to the cross was all it took.

Bayden arranged himself against the dark lengths of wood, reaching up to grip the loops where bondage could have been attached if Axel had been inclined to use it. He stepped up behind Bayden and placed his hand on the small of his back.

“Forty.”

“Do you want me to count them, sir?”

“No, that’s still my job.”

“Yes, sir.” Bayden smiled at the memory. So did Axel. In some ways, Bayden really had trusted him right from the start. Now, it was time to take that trust up a notch.

Axel pressed a kiss to Bayden’s temple and stepped back. He ran the tails of the cat through his fingers several times, making Bayden wait. Tension built up in Bayden’s muscles. His shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His tension began to ease as he found a quiet place inside his head.

He would love to be whipped hard. Axel had no doubt that Bayden would love both the sensation and the show it would put on for the other guys. Maybe if he’d asked to display his skills in masochism or sheer bloody mindedness, he’d have got what he wanted.

Axel brought the cat down against Bayden’s back, hard enough to sting, but nowhere near hard enough to hurt. Any man in the pub could have withstood that kind of blow.

Bayden dipped his head forward. Submission—accepting that he wouldn’t necessarily get something that would impress anyone but his master.

Another lash, not much harder than the first.

Axel heard some muttering in the crowd, from the men who didn’t have a clue.

Forty. Axel had plenty of strokes to play with. By the end of the first ten, the mumbling was starting to take on a different tone. Axel brought the cat down harder, but that wasn’t what had caught people’s attention.

Bayden was doing exactly what Axel had trained him to do, what Axel had insisted he do from the very first time he spanked him. Bayden was looking for more. He leaned back as far as his grip on the bondage would allow, offering his skin to the cat, welcoming each blow. Axel’s cock stiffened beneath his jeans.

A pleased little whimper hit the air in the wake of a harsher blow. Bayden was starting to enjoy his whipping. Axel let him feel a little more, let the marks build up and flourish in the cat’s wake. Lines spread across Bayden’s back. It wasn’t like the cane, Axel couldn’t spread the lines out in neat little rows, but they had a beauty all of their own. Bayden’s response to them made every mark stunning enough to make Axel’s heart race.

Bayden arched. Axel forgot how to breathe, but he didn’t forget to keep count.

Twenty.

Axel stepped forward. Bayden’s breaths were ragged. He looked over his shoulder. His eyes were unfocused.

“Sir?”

Axel ran his fingertips up Bayden’s spine from the waistband of his jeans, all the way up to his hairline. Bayden moaned, arching into the contact like a kitten. Axel smiled down at him. As Bayden pulled away from the cross, Axel saw how hard he was.

He stroked down Bayden’s back and onto the seat of his jeans. Bayden rocked his hips, damn near wiggling his arse in invitation.

“Later,” Axel said, taking his hand away.

Bayden blinked at him.

Axel moved the cat from one hand to the other, and Bayden murmured his approval. He tugged at the restraints he held and nodded enthusiastically. “Please?”

The word wasn’t said for an audience, but it was still loud enough for the closest men to hear.

Axel stepped back. No need for a warm up this time. Bayden was ready to enjoy the real thing.

Axel brought the cat down hard against Bayden’s back. Bayden tossed his head. His grip on his bondage turned white knuckled. No time to recover. Axel kept going.

Bayden twisted and bucked, overloaded with pain he’d turned into pleasure as he opened himself up and made it part of him. He thrust his hips back, as if he thought that leaning far enough would let him find his master’s cock behind him.

Axel flicked the tails harder, snapping his wrist to make the whip dance against Bayden’s back. There was no one but Axel in Bayden’s world then. Axel would have bet his life that Bayden had no idea there was anyone else in the room. It was just him, his master and his submission.

It was the hottest thing Axel had ever seen. Thirty-eight and Bayden was right on the edge. The way Bayden rubbed himself against the cross with each blow, it was just possible, as long as Bayden didn’t hold back…

Thirty-nine—hard and hot on the heels of the last one.

Bayden tossed his head back again. His howl cut through the air. He writhed against the cross as he came in his jeans.

Axel brought the fortieth lash down while the howl still hung in the air. Bayden slumped against the cross.

Axel dropped the cat. He sprang forward, caught hold of Bayden’s waist and steadied him. He’d barely been able to stand last time, and that had been when he’d been blocking everything out. This time had been far more intense for him.

“You can let go of the cross. I’ve got you.”

Bayden lowered his arms. He turned within Axel’s grip. He barely managed to face him before his knees gave way. Axel pulled Bayden against his body, keeping him upright.

Bayden looked up at him. “Please?”

Axel eased his grip as he realised that it wasn’t dizziness taking Bayden down to his knees, it was submission.

There was no sarcasm, no cracks about working harder in the gym. There was no performance for the crowd. As Bayden knelt at Axel’s feet, there were no words either.

Bayden rubbed his face against Axel’s fly, kissing the line of his erection through the worn denim. Submission and a desperate need to please—to be accepted. Axel slid his fingers through Bayden’s hair and welcomed him close.

Bayden whimpered and lapped at Axel’s jeans, begging for access.

Axel undid his fly and freed his erection in a few brisk motions.

He’d seen Bayden go down on other men in that room, when the bet demanded it. It was quick—skillful, but rapid. They were blow jobs he’d taken no pleasure from, ones he finished as quickly as he could.

Now, Bayden’s tongue darted out in flashes of pink as he delicately lapped at Axel’s shaft, exploring every inch of him with his tongue. Nuzzling against him with kisses that bordered on worshipful, he worked his way over Axel’s balls and back up to his cock.

Moans and gasps of pleasure filled the air, as if Bayden were the one being granted a treat. Axel slid his fingers through Bayden’s hair and kept his other hand on Bayden’s shoulder, supporting him.

Bayden wasn’t the only one who’d loved each second of the whipping. Every lash had gone straight to Axel’s cock. As delicate as Bayden’s attentions were, Axel wasn’t interested in being teased tonight. The tiniest pressure against the back of Bayden’s head and Bayden changed tactics. The moment he knew Axel wanted to come, he deep throated him and took him to the root.

* * * * *

Bayden peered up at Axel, watching pleasure flash across his face as he came. Missing a single drop would have been sacrilege. Bayden kept his lips sealed tight around Axel’s cock until he was sure he had taken everything his mate was willing to give him.

He didn’t pull back until Axel gently nudged him away so he could do up his fly. Bayden didn’t try to help. There was little point when his hands were still shaking with an overload of adrenaline and pleasure. Bayden didn’t move at all until Axel guided him up onto his feet to walk the few steps to the nearest chair. Axel sat down and Bayden dropped to his knees in front of him once more.

His back burned. His mind spun. His cum was turning sticky in his jeans. But, Axel welcomed him close with a hand on the back of his head, and the world was perfect.

Bayden leaned against him, unable to stop himself from trembling. Axel murmured half words to him, his tone all praise and reassurance. Safety and acceptance wrapped around Bayden. He grabbed the waist band of Axel’s jeans, desperate to keep hold of every wonderful thing that suddenly filled his life.

“Good pup. That’s right. You’re fine. Good wolf.”

Axel kept whispering to him, but Bayden’s grip on his jeans remained white knuckled. After a little while, Axel leaned to one side in his seat and took something out of his pocket.

“You can hold on as tight as you want, pup, but you don’t need to. It’s not your job. I’ve got you now, and I won’t let go.” He clicked the lead Bayden had given him onto the collar. Other people were still there. It was hardly silent. The click still sounded very loud.

“You’ve got your pack, and your mate, and your alpha. You’re the safest wolf in the whole world, pup.” He slid his hand through the leather loop on the lead, and gathered the chain in his fist until all the slack disappeared.

Bayden sighed his relief. Releasing his hold on Axel’s jeans, he slid his arms around Axel and rested more comfortably against his alpha. “Yours.”

“That’s right, pup. Mine—always.”

Kim is a thirty-one year old bisexual submissive from Wales (UK). First published in 2008, she has since released 100 BDSM erotic romance titles ranging from short stories to full-length novels. Having worked with a host of fantastic e-publishers, she has just moved into self-publishing.

While she has occasionally ventured towards other pairings, Kim's first love is still, and probably always will be, Male/Male stories. But, no matter what the pairing, from paranormal to contemporary, and from the sweet to the intense, everything she writes will always feature three things - Kink, Love and a Happy Ending.

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Series

Werewolves & Dragons

The Avian Shifters
Kinky Cupid

FIT Guys
Thrown to the Lions
Rawlings Men
Sex Sells
Sun, Sea and Submission
The Whole A-Z
Pack Discipline
G-A-Y Lust Bites
Perfect Timing
Collared
Pushing the Envelope
Kinky Quickies

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With a Kiss
Mistletoe and Submission
His Very Last Chance
The Gift
Secret Service
Blood Slave
In the Heat of the Moment

Elliot's War
Trust, Love, Submit
Whispers
Between Tooth and Paw

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