Page 41 of Devour

“I said you’d beg.” I slide my hand between her legs and lightly tease her clit with my fingers. “And it’s going to take a lot fucking more than that.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Careful, baby.” I grab her jaw and tilt her face up. Her eyes are wild and her lips swollen, and she’s pissed and desperate, looking up at me through watery lashes. Fucking gorgeous. “Less attitude and wash my body like a good girl.”

I put the soap in her hand. She stares at it and then stares at me. I can see her deciding whether to throw it at my head or do what she’s told.

She chooses the latter and starts with my torso. Her hands move over the ink that covers my chest and shoulders, around my pierced nipples, and then across my stomach. She’s rough about it because she’s frustrated. But when she gets to the cuts on my body from the fight and the bruises on my ribs, her touch is lighter.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Axl?”

“Never better.” I have exactly what I’ve wanted for years. I would fight ten more times if that was what it took to have her here with me.

Her eyes drop to my cock. The piercings are right in front of her, and the new barbell is still swollen and tender. She wraps her soapy hand around my shaft, and I hiss through my teeth.

She winces. “Sorry.”

“Don’t stop.” It needs to be cleaned. If I have to clean it every hour to keep the infection away, that’s what I’ll do. Because I’m not wasting a single day of fucking her cunt every chance I get.

She’s careful with the new piercing, her fingers working around the barbell with the soap. Her other hand cups my balls, and I grab the shower wall because her hands working my cock makes it twitch.

My girl looks up at me with her hands on my dick and licks her lips.

“You had better stop looking at me like that, Saylor.”

“Like what?” She strokes me slow, her thumb tracing the length of one of the barbells.

“Like you want me to fuck your pretty little mouth.” I reach down and grab her wrist, pulling her hand off me. “Because I’ll make you choke on this dick with the water running over your face.”

She lets go of me, grinning. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’ll pay for it.

I shut the water off and grab a towel. I dry her first, running it down her body, taking my time with her tits and between her legs just to watch her squirm. Fuck, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of her.

I kneel and dry her feet, careful around the cuts. I’ll put some ointment on the cuts later, but for now, my girl won’t be walking.

Then I dry myself while she watches me shiver from the loss of the warm water. When I’m done, I toss the towel on the floor.

“Get on your knees.”

She looks up at me, a question in her eyes.

“I told you that you were going to kneel.” I step out of the bathroom and grab my mask from the floor where I dropped it, and I slide it on over my face. Let the fucking games begin.

I turn around and see that she hasn’t done what she’s told. She’s still standing in the bathroom doorway staring at me like I wasn’t serious. She’ll fucking learn.

“I said to get on your fucking knees, Saylor.” I tilt my head. “Do I like to repeat myself?”

A glimmer of defiance crosses her face. I’m prepared to pin her to the wall and remind her who the fuck I am. But my girl must think better of it, because she drops to her knees on the marble floor. Her eyes lock on mine through my mask.

“Crawl to me, little heathen. Show me what a good girl you’re going to be.”

She starts crawling toward me across the bedroom. Her full tits hang and sway, and her wet hair is loose and falling around her face and shoulders. Her ass is in the air, and her face is turning red.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. You were made to serve your king.”

She stops at my feet and looks up at me from her knees. Her lips are parted, and her chest heaves as tears form in her green eyes.

Fuck me. She’s even better than I dreamed she’d be.