33. Chapter 33

Six months later

I pounded on Jaxon’s door, not giving a shit if the entire neighborhood could hear me. “Open the fuck up, asshole!”

Someone opened their apartment door and peeked out, but not the person I needed. I snarled at them, and they quickly closed the door.

“Goddammit! Open! Now!”

Jaxon’s door suddenly burst open, and he smirked, blocking my way to get inside. “What?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What the fuck do you mean, ‘ what ?’ How could you, Ajax?!”

He grabbed my arm, yanked me inside, and slammed the door behind him. “Shut up! You’re going to disturb the entire fucking building,” he hissed.

I lunged at him and shoved his chest. “I don’t care! How could you fucking say that?”

“Get over it!” he snapped and shoved me back. I fell into his bed, but I bounced right back up and jumped him.

When he caught me, I yanked his hair, and he pulled mine, too. I clawed at his shoulder, and he bit mine.

“Ow! Asshole!”

“You deserve it. You’re being a fucking brat.”

“Put me down!”

“No! Will you calm down and listen?”

“Fuck you!”

Jaxon tried to drop me onto the floor, but I clung to him with my legs and arms, so we tumbled down into a heap. We bit, clawed, growled, and punched each other. He was so much bigger, so it was hard to fight him off.

He managed to pin me down by my arms and sat on top of me.

“Off, you big oaf,” I snapped.

Jaxon ignored me and leaned down to kiss me.

I moved my head back and forth to get him away, thrust upward to shove him off, but it was useless. His lips met mine again, and I bit his bottom lip hard enough to sting, but not to bleed.

“Ow, you bitch!”

Instead of shoving me away, he kissed me harder.

When we came up for air, he smirked. “If you don’t stop fighting me, I’m going to have to spank you into submission.”

“You’re an asshole!”

“So are you, Kitten. ”

His grin grew wider when he felt my hard cock pressing against his ass. “Yeah, you like to be spanked, don’t you?”

“No!” I tried to be defiant, but it was hard when it was obvious how turned on I was. My body hurt, but fuck, my dick was onboard with the spanking. Fucking Jaxon Kean.

He ground down hard on my cock. “Like that, do we? ”

“No!”

He snorted a laugh. “Liar.”

Jaxon hopped onto his feet and lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. Suddenly, my hoodie and T-shirt were yanked over my head, but before I could react, he grabbed me and shoved me onto the bed face down, holding me against the mattress with one hand while yanking down my sweats and underwear with the other.

“It’s time you learned your lesson, Kitten. You’re up to ten spankings with the crop.”

“Get off, dickhead!”

“That will be fifteen with the crop. You know, the more you fight me, the harder I’ll spank you, and the more I’ll spank you. You must really want to be spanked, judging how hard you’re fighting me. Now sit still like a good kitten, take your punishment, then we can talk… or fuck. I don’t care which.”

“Screw you.”

“Twenty.”

I instinctively rutted in the bed as my cock throbbed. Dammit!

“Oh, ho! My kitten likes that. Should we make it twenty-five?”

I said nothing, unmoving.

“Good job.”

Jaxon removed the rest of my clothes and shoes, propped me up on the bed with me still faced down and my ass in the air. He fingered my hole, and it clenched, desperately needing to get fucked.

“Do not move, or else it will be thirty.”

I shuddered. Fuck, I could do forty, but I didn’t tell him that. He’d probably just take away all my spankings for wanting them.

Jaxon walked away, rummaged through drawers, and returned to the bed. He quickly bound my wrists behind my back, then stripped out of his clothes.

The lube bottle opened, and he drizzled a bunch over my ass, but skipped my hole. “This will make it sting extra. I haven’t seen you this defiant and angry in a long time. Now, we need to set you on the right path, Kitten.”

I heard the crop whooshing in the air as he flicked it around several times, filling me with electric anticipation, my dick aching for it .

“After your punishment, you’re going to choke on me. Then I’ll decide if you did well enough to deserve to get your hole wrecked with my dick.”

I heard the crack of the crop on my ass before I felt the sting that traveled right up my spine, sending the blood even further into my cock.

“One,” I cried out.

“One, what?”

“One, sir!”

The second hit made my body shiver in a combination of pain and arousal.

“Two, sir!”

As promised, Jaxon ended it at twenty-five, with an extra one for good measure, and yanked my head back by my hair. “Are you going to be a good kitten now?”

I nodded, panting, my heart racing, desperate to choke on him. He molded me like clay, and I’d do anything for him at that point.

“I can’t hear a nod,” he said too calmly, dangerously calm.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be a good kitten.”

He dragged the backs of his fingers with his other hand gently down my face. “That’s what I like to hear. Do you think you’ve been good enough for a kiss?”

“No, sir.”

Jaxon nodded and lifted my body, so I was lengthwise, sitting upright on his bed. He climbed in on his knees, stroking himself.

“Open your mouth.”

I instantly did as I was told.

“Wider.”

I tried, but it wasn’t wide enough, so he pried my mouth open as far as it would go and eased in his dick, pushing it back into my throat while pushing my gagging boundaries.

I breathed through my nose, and my eyes watered. When I coughed around him, he hissed, then groaned. “Fuck yeah. Your mouth is better when it’s silent and stuffed with my dick.”

I shuddered at his dirty talk. If Jaxon was good at anything, it was that.

The adrenaline from earlier washed away as my body was filled with endorphins and dopamine. My skin was flushed warm, and my cock ached and leaked. I was barely able to breathe while my ass stung beautifully. This was my favorite. This was where I was home.

His hand still fisted my hair, pumping slowly in and out of my mouth, staring down at me with affection. “This is where you shine the best, my kitten. You’re so beautiful with your tears and drool, your mouth stretched wide. Fucking. Stunning.”

I beamed at his praise.

“You want to be so good for me, don’t you?” he asked.

I couldn’t nod, so I blinked slowly.

Jaxon wiped my tears away with his thumb, then brought it to his mouth, sucking the salty wetness. “Delicious. These are the best kind of tears.”

After a few more thrusts, he popped out of my mouth. “Shit, I’m going to nut too fast.”

I gasped for breath, and a ribbon of drool leaked down onto the bed.

Jaxon lifted me forward, untied me, and spun me onto my back. “I think you deserve to be rewarded. Look at you so quiet, well-behaved, and compliant. You’re absolute perfection. Are you ready to get fucked?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir. So ready.”

He straddled me, leaned forward, close to my ear, and said, “Good. You’re going to be walking funny, and you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.”

“Promise… sir?”

“Yes, that’s a promise.”

He grabbed the lube and opened the bottle. “Pull your legs back.”

I did as I was ordered, and he told me how good I was being. The lube was cold as it dribbled down my ass. “God, look at those gorgeous marks on your ass. You’re going to look at them tonight and remember why you got them.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jaxon didn’t ease into it after I was lubed. He just shoved himself right in. It stretched and burned like fuck before I adapted. His hand went straight to my throat before he started fucking me.

“Do you want to be kissed now?” he asked.

“Yes, please, sir.”

His mouth was hungry and as violent as he’d been since I arrived, sucking, nipping, owning… His full lips were so soft, yet hard and controlling.

When he sat up straight, he shoved my legs back by my thighs and hammered the fuck out of me, moving his body just so to hit my prostate. A loud groan slipped out, and I clawed at his wrists, holding me down.

I could tell he was getting closer, swelling and burning hotter inside me. He set my legs down and stroked me in tandem with the ass slamming.

My orgasm came out of nowhere between the pegging of my sweet spot and Jaxon being an expert at handies. My back arched, and I threw back my head, crying out as hot cum decorated my abs and chest.

“Fuck… look at you, kitten. Gorgeous.”

Not long after, Jaxon filled me up so good before falling on top of me, breathing so hard. We both were.

“God… fucking epic,” he groaned in my throat.

I winced when his dick slipped out, but then I relaxed. He got up, walked over to the camera that rested on the tripod, and looked at it. “That’s it for tonight, everyone. It’s time for Kitten’s aftercare and bath. See you all next week,” he said to our viewers.

With that, Jaxon turned off the camera.

I stretched like a cat on his bed, grinning and completely fucking satiated.

“How’d we do?” I asked.

“Amazingly. We’ll look at the comments in the morning. But all that social media push to get people there worked like a charm. Nice work, by the way.” Jaxon leaned down and kissed me hard. “I love you.”

I smiled. “I love you.”

“We’re going to do so fucking well. We’ll have a new apartment in no time.”

I moved in with Jaxon several months ago. Apparently, Cueball had enough to cover all the rent, although no one knew what he did for a living. He was always a curious oddball, but one I adored. We’d gotten even closer over the months when I stopped being a shithead.

This apartment was getting way too crowded and cluttered with both of our shit here. We needed more space if we wanted to do this subscription thing.

“Roll over,” he said.

When I did, he gently applied salve on my ass, and then he washed his hands in the kitchen sink, returning with a large glass of water. I sat up as he handed it to me. I gulped down the entire thing, feeling suddenly thirsty .

“They do like the enemies-to-lovers thing. What a brilliant idea you had, Baby.”

I smirked. “I’ve got my moments.”

“That you do. So, what did you think about our first show? Would you want to do it again?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Hmm, have fun sex and get paid for it? I can’t imagine a more perfect way to make money.”

“We just need to try to be consistent and shit. I may not always be able to do it,” he said, reminding me he wouldn’t always feel well.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. It’s not like we’re giving up our other jobs, so we’ve got something to fall back on.”

“True.”

After a relaxing bath, we held each other in bed. My eyes grew heavy, and I yawned. That sort of sexual play took a lot out of me.

“Do you think you ever want to get married and shit?” he suddenly asked out of nowhere. It was something we’d never talked about before.

“I’m not sure that’s me. Look at what happened to my family. We were straight out of some fucking soap opera. I’m not sure I want to relive that shit… not saying you and I would be like that, but…”

“It scares you a little,” he finished for me.

“Yeah.”

“I get it.”

“Why? Do you want to get married one day?”

Jaxon shrugged. “Nah. It’s not that big of a deal.” He kissed my head and pulled me closer. “As long as you stick it out with me, I’ll always be a happy man.”

“I’m never going anywhere.” I sat up and laid on top of him. “No matter what happens to you with your mental health, I’ll always be there to help you through it, to take care of you, and forgive you if I need to. Never doubt that. I never imagined you’d be my forever person, yet here we are.”

He smiled and chuckled. “Here we are. You’re amazing, Aiden. I wouldn’t have gotten through my high and crash without you. ”

I frowned because, as I’d gotten to know Jaxon, I knew that wasn’t true. “You’re so much stronger than you think you are. I know it was scary, but you’re doing amazingly. You would’ve gotten through it.”

“My mom didn’t.”

“You’re not your mom.” I combed back his long bangs. “You’re Jaxon Kean, the best fucking human I know. Only a strong person would put up with me and accept me as I am. You did that. I will always love you forever for it.”

“And I’ll always love you forever.”

The End