Dear Diary

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When I wake up, Axton is leaving hickies on my neck. "Goodmorning. Do you mind?" I try to shimmy away, but grabs my hips and holds me down, moving his lips to mine.

"Goodmorning," he says between kisses.

"What's got you in a good mood?" I ask confused. Especially after yesterday.

"Waking up next to you," he smiles. I roll my eyes. He's so hot and cold. He kisses me hard, and pulls me over top of him. My one hand slides down his body, the other keeping myself up by his head. It's dark and I can barley see him, only a little bit of light coming through the curtained window.

I breath hard, his arm coming up to tangle in my hair, the other holding my waist to him. I pause the kiss and look down at his bare chest, kissing it lightly. Then I open my mouth and suck hard. The hand on my head pulls me up harshly by my hair.

"No," he says slamming his lips into mine again. I sigh and kiss him. His other hand grabs mine and slowly lowers it down. Getting the hint, I wrap around him, and slowly move up and down. I'm not sure when his pants came off.

I kiss down his neck and try to leave a hickey again, but Axton wraps his hand around my neck, and pulls me back by my hair.

"Alice." He warns.

I roll my eyes. I didn't realize I sped up my hand, until he grabs it groaning. I circle my thumb over the tip, and push down slowly letting it slip to the side along with my hand. His hand moves with mine, and he controls the speed Im going at.

He pushes my head down after a few minutes. "Swallow." He says. I gulp and take him him in my mouth. We haven't done this yet. He uses my hair to push me up and down, gripping onto it. He's controlling about this too.

He finishes, and I swallow like he told me to, since it is my first time giving him any pleasure I'll let him have his way. Then he flips us over so that he's on top.  "Touch yourself."

"But"-

"You already did it with a vibrator. What difference does it make with your hand?"

My heart beats at a mile a minute, and he raises an eyebrow impatience written all over his face. My hand slowly moves down.

It is way to early for him to be this demanding.

I slowly circle my clit teasing myself, but already soaking I pump my fingers into my self fast, watching his hand as it raises up and snakes around my neck. "Harder." He says lowly, looking down at me darkly. I listen immediately, his hand around my neck now gaining him total control of me, and my heart beats hard in my chest. He smiles knowingly at my change in attitude. 

I move even harder, hitting my gspot and groan loudly. My hips move involuntarily in rhythm with my hand. My legs start to twitch, starting to get close. Axton grabs my hand and pins it to the bed finally releasing my neck. I glare at him, trying to get free, and then attempting to use my other hand but he grabs that too then flips us over so I'm pinned to the bed.

He takes a deep breath and looks at me with full control. As if he were looking at a toy. I squeeze my legs together.

"Do you have any idea how much I hate you?" My heavy breathing pauses a moment. I shake my head no, even though I do.

"You could've just let me be. Let me do my own thing. But you just had to retaliate. I told you I would ruin you."

"I was already ruined." I say flatly.

"Perhaps." He nods and slides a hand to my throat, his thumb pressing down and dragging it from my jaw to the base of my throat. "I mean it's so easy to turn you on. What do you think people would say if they knew you liked to be choked out while being fucked?"

My face turns red and I avert my eyes from his. He pulls my head back toward him by fully grabbing my neck.

"It's really messed up," he says staring as his hand, and my head starts to feel light.

"And what about- I inhale- the person who enjoys doing it?" I say narrowing my eyes, wanting to grab his arm to pull it away, but knowing better. I grip onto the bed instead.

He smirks. "But who's worse. The sadist or the masochist?"

Two fingers enter me harshly, and I arch my back upwards whimpering. My nails dig into his back.

"Please," I say tired of being edged all the time.

"Aw, are you sensitive?" He pushes so deep into me it's all I can feel.

"Pleeease!" I try to squirm away, although not really struggling. His hand releases my neck and grabs my hand at his back hissing. I didn't realize i was nearly nails deep into it. Blood coats my fingernails.

"Keep your hands to yourself before I tie them to the bedpost." My insides clench. He feels it and smirks.

"P-please no."

"Your begs are so cute when your lying. If I could go back to that party I'd make sure I'd hear them."

"Mhm, except instead you just ended up obsessed with me and left behind like a sad puppy." I moan as he begins to move his fingers again.

"I did become obsessed. But apparently your into possessive controlling men."

He didn't state it as a question. He knows. Just like he knows every thing else about me. "Can I please finish."

"No. Your forgetting something. Try that again."

"What?"

"Try it again."

I wracked my brain trying to think. What am I missing.

"Can I finish?"

"Try again."

I groan out right on edge. I moan and start to shake. "Pleaseee. I'm asking!!"

"Not until you say it." He slows his fingers down and my high zeros to nothing.

"Ugh fucking"-

He grabs my neck, "watch it."

I don't know what he wants from me. I kiss him, bringing his face down to mine hoping he won't feel my body tensing up.

"Fuck," he groans as I circle his tip with my thumb. He grabs my wrist making me stop. "I know what you're doing."

An orgasm hits me, and I try my hardest not to react. But he wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes till I feel my face go red.

"You just never learn do you?" He whispers. I whimper trying to pull his hand away, seeing dots in the sky. It only makes me finish harder though, and I almost scream as he goes knuckle deep into me.

I struggle under him, barley getting any air. My breathing is heavy and I'm getting very light headed. "S-stop."

"You needed to finish that badly?"

I stay quiet, closing my eyes.

"Answer me." He pinches my nipple between his finger tips. It sends tingles straight down to my core.

"Y-yes sir."

"Oh so now you say it?" Ohh, shit. So that's what it was.

He gets up off of me, and grabs my vibrator from the side out of his bag. What the fuck? He carrie's it around with him now? I take big gasps of air. Im so sensitive already. I try to move away, but he also grabs ropes. Three ropes.

"Please, Im sorry!"

"You know I hear this all the time and yet, your behaviour never changes." My heart pounds in my chest.

I try to struggle but he easily throws me back onto the bed and pins me down. He ties my wrists to the bedposts, and the remaining rope goes under and between my legs. He secures a vibrator to my clit and sets it to the highest setting.

I moan , and he ties the rope around my stomach, securing the vibrator in place. "Let's see how you like waiting 20 minutes hm? I never did say anything about that. And you know I wasn't going to but-"

My eyes widen. "Wait!" He leaves and shut the door behind him.