11. Chapter 11

I walk into his office, still bruised from my car accident. I’m in huge trouble for totaling my car and driving drunk, but I’m not afraid. In fact, I’m more curious than anything to see what sort of punishment is in store for me. Mom’s punishment is ignoring me, even when I’m not bad. She punished me for simply existing.

He’s sitting in a leather wingback chair, a leg crossed over his knee.

“Have a seat, Aiden.”

“Where’s Mom?” I ask.

“She can’t make it.”

“Of course not. She’s never available. What’s it this time? A life-saving manicure? Out to cure cancer with her hairstylist?”

He ignores my clear resentment toward my mother. “Your car is totaled. She’s not happy about that. ”

“Fuck her and her happiness.”

His eyes narrow, and he frowns, but he just sits there, hands loosely folded in his lap—a man of poise and refinement. He exudes power and control. He’s everything I’m not. I absolutely worship him, the only fatherly figure in my life.

“You just got your driver’s license two months ago, and you’ve already trashed your car while driving drunk. If you were an adult, a DUI could land you in jail for up to a year. But since you’re only sixteen, you will lose your license for two years.”

I winced as I sat up. “But—”

“You’re lucky you didn’t get more than just some bruising. You’re even more lucky you didn’t kill someone.”

“But, you’re a lawyer. You can—”

“I won’t get you out of this, legally speaking. You’ve been reckless long enough.”

“What do you plan to do, then?”

“Set you back on the right path.”

“How?”

This would be the first time I got any sort of punishment. I’m oddly excited about it. Any attention was good attention. Being punished meant someone cared about my well-being or whether or not I did the right thing.

“You are clearly desperate for direction and attention. I can give you what you want.”

“Okay.” If my mom won’t give it to me, at least he will.

“Good. I like your eagerness to fix things, Aiden.”

I weirdly preen at his praise. “What do you plan to do?”

“We’re going to start with your punishment. I’m going to break you down and build you back up.”

Breaking me down? I thought. How?

He uncrosses his legs and pats his thighs. “Drop your pants and underwear and lay across my lap.”

I’m suddenly nervous and tense. “Wait… you’re not going to fucking spank me, are you?”

“Language,” he hisses in a low growl. “You will not swear around me. And you will do as you’re told. If you insist on behaving like a child, you will be punished like one.”

“But—”

“Now!”

My face flames as I unbutton my jeans and pull down my underwear. Then I fall over his lap and close my eyes to the inevitable, humiliating sting.

His warm hand rests on my ass. “From now on, you will submit to me in every way I ask. Do not defy me or make me angry. But whenever you submit and do exactly as you’re told, I will reward you.”

“How?”

Instead of answering me, I feel the first sting as the slap rings out inside his large office. But it’s not the pain that shocks me. I’m… turned on.

I snapped out of my memory, feeling myself starting to spiral again, needing to relinquish my control to give me strength and direction. I needed Ajax, but fuck if I wanted to be vulnerable around him again. It had been humiliating enough, and he shoved it in my face.

If you had just communicated with him, you wouldn’t be in this mess .

I ignored my stupid thoughts.

Despite feeling helpless after sex with Ajax the other day, during sex had been… amazing. God, I missed getting rammed. Ajax had started out strong, but then he blew it.

Because you haven’t told him what you need, idiot .

While I needed Ajax, I didn’t trust him with my vulnerability, but this wouldn’t work if I couldn’t do that.

My phone, sitting on the couch cushion next to me, buzzed. I lifted it to read the message.

Unknown: Come over. We need to talk.

Me: Who the fuck is this?

Unknown: Ajax.

My stomach suddenly dipped, and my heart raced. It was like he could sense me spiraling from far away. I was excited yet fucking annoyed.

Me: How the duck did you get this number?

Fucking autocorrect .

I quickly plugged his details into my contacts list.

Ajax: Quack Quack LMAO!

Me: Asshol e

Ajax: I’ll give you that. Come over, Kitten.

Me: Stop calling me that.

Ajax: Never. Besides, you liked it when I called you that last time.

Me: No, I didn’t.

Ajax: Yes, you did. Come over.

Me: Why?

Ajax: Just do it. It’ll be worth your while.

Me: Whatever.

Ajax: Is that a yes, Kitten?

Me: No!

After mulling it over for a second, I rolled my eyes at myself. God, I was so weak.

Ugh. I hate my life.

Me: Fine!

Why did I even agree to go over there? I swore to myself not to do that again with him, but as soon as he reached out to me, having him again was all I could think about. It was like he knew what I needed right then. But I couldn’t jump the gun. This was probably not about sex.

But if he did want to fuck me again, then I needed to get something out of it other than a sore ass.

I took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed out.

When I arrived at his apartment, I knocked, and Ajax quickly opened the door, stepping aside to let me in.

He was shirtless, wearing only jeans with holes in the knees, and smelled of his clean, spicy smell. He shut the door behind him and rested gentle hands on my shoulders from behind, guiding me toward the bed across the room.

I stopped in my tracks to see the sex paraphernalia displayed on his comforter. There was a leather paddle, an eye mask, red satin bondage ties, a crop, and a cocksling.

I suddenly couldn’t breathe, filled with electric excitement that he finally fucking got it without me having to tell him. And for the first time ever, I found myself appreciating Ajax.

“Why?” I asked, desperate to know. Why did he care enough? Why did he bother ?

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, still holding onto my shoulders. “Because you chose me. God knows why, but I know I fucked up the last time. I don’t know if I deserved the knee in my junk, but I took from your body and didn’t give you what you needed in return. To be fair, I don’t exactly know what you want since you won’t tell me. I get it. You don’t trust me. Fuck, I don’t exactly trust you either, but maybe we should work on that.”

I swallowed, still looking at all the toys on the bed. “You’re willing to do that for me?”

“I’m willing to try . Look, being some Dom isn’t really my thing. I like to do the fucking. I like rough sex. But I’ve never been in control like how you want me to be.”

“Yet, you went through the trouble to figure it out and research it.”

“I did.”

“But why?”

Ajax sighed. I could tell he was getting annoyed. “How about the ‘ whys ’ don’t matter for now? We both made a choice, so let’s see where this takes us.”

He spun me around to face him. I looked up into his chocolate eyes that had dark circles under them, seeing someone new for the first time. “Is that a yes, Blaze? I need your consent and trust.”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation, surprising myself.

“Good. Again, let’s leave off the ‘ whys ’ for now and tell me what you want and how you want it.”

Okay, I could do this. We were just trying it out, right? Could I trust him? I wanted to because he just made an effort for me.

“I… want to give up all my control and give it to you.”

Ajax frowned and swallowed hard. “You got it. How?”

“You need to punish me when I’m bad.” I rested my hand on his warm, bare chest. “And I’ve been really, really bad lately.”

His brow dropped, and his brown eyes suddenly turned black and feral.

“But when I comply and do all that I’m told, following orders and directions, you need to reward me through pleasure and praise.”

“I can do that, Blaze, but I don’t want this to be an over-the-top thing, like a full-blown Dom/sub thing. Let’s start slowly.”

“Aiden. ”

“What?”

“When we do this, call me Aiden, or good boy, or…”

“I can’t call you ‘ boy ,’ I’m sorry. It feels… weird, especially since you’re like a year older than me. But I can call you… ‘ my good kitten .’”

I nodded. “That’ll work. And no kissing unless I’m good. Kissing is a reward.”

“You got it. What safe words do you want to use?”

Yes, we needed those. I had a couple I used with my Dom, so I didn’t want to reuse those. “We can use the stoplight method.”

Ajax nodded. “Good plan.”

“You know about that?”

“I researched, remember? I also want us both to get tested. If we do this, I’d like to do away with condoms.”

“Deal.”

Ajax quickly stripped out of his jeans and underwear. “Ready?”

“Now?”

“Why do you think I invited you over?”

“But… I haven’t cleaned myself.”

“We aren’t going to fuck today.” He stepped up to me, towering, forcing me to crane my neck. “This is all about you. Granted, you’ll be sucking me off, but the focus is on what you need, Aiden.”

Fuck, I itched to ask him why. I was thirsty for answers. I wasn’t used to a calm and kind Ajax. He’d always hated me, so I hated him in return. I didn’t exactly like him now, either, but the hate was simmering rather than boiling.

With a deep breath, I let go of myself, choosing to trust him.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

He stood closer and gently pinched my chin. “You need to be punished for racking me with your knee. Never again. Understood?”

I swallowed, my heart racing, as I eagerly nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Ajax grinned, which was a bit maniacal and crooked. “Hmm, maybe I’ll enjoy this after all. Now, get undressed and make it quick.”

As I yanked off my hoodie and T-shirt, I toed off my shoes and removed my jeans, socks, and underwear, while Ajax slowly stroked himself, already hard.

I stood there naked, my hands clenched at my sides, waiting for his orders .

He sat on the bed and patted his lap. I ignored the pang of the flashback from that day in my Dom’s office and draped myself over Ajax’s thighs without hesitation. Full obedience got me the best rewards— earned rewards.

“Good, Kitten.” He rubbed a palm over my ass. “But you still need to receive your punishment. I’ll let you choose the crop, paddle, or my hand. Choose quickly.”

“Crop.”

I liked my punishment more when it hurt.

Ajax grabbed the crop and dragged the tip over my ass. “What color, Aiden.”

“Green.”

My dick was so hard and eager for this. It had been so long since I had direction.

The first hit stung, but it didn’t hurt that much. Ajax was too tentative and careful, but he didn’t need to be.

“Harder,” I insisted before I realized my mistake. It wasn’t up to me. God, I was so out of practice.

Ajax lifted my head by my hair. “Who’s in charge here?”

“You are, sir! Sorry, sir!”

Was it weird calling Ajax ‘ sir ?’ It sure the fuck was. I almost hated it, but I had to suck it up if I wanted this.

“Color,” he said calmly.

“Green.”

I wanted to scream the word, to tell him it was okay to let loose on me. I was desperate to be punished and set straight.

“You will never knee me in the junk ever again, no matter how angry you get. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir!”

The crop stung even more. Perfect.

More, more, more .

“You will never hurt one of my friends again. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir!”

Ajax soon got into it, trusting me to tell him when to stop. He was hitting me harder, making my cock ache and throb .

Usually, I was supposed to count all my punishments, but I’d forgotten, getting lost in the sting, so I had no idea how many times he smacked me with the crop before he finally stopped. I would’ve let him go all night if he had the stamina, and I wouldn’t get injured.

Ajax gently soothed his hand over my burning ass cheeks. I relished it.

“What a good kitten you are. You took your punishment beautifully.”

I vibrated in the pleasure of his words, feeling almost believable, and I may have purred..

He helped me to stand. My legs were weak and shaky, and my dick almost hurt, needing relief.

“Would you like to choke on my cock, Aiden?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. Please.”