Page 109 of Blaze & Ajax

“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.

“Donotmove, 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 awayallmy 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.”