Dear Diary

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"What's your problem?"

"Did I say speak?" He says not looking up.

I bite my lip. He rolls his shoulders out, putting the last dishes on the drying rack.

I turn my head back around to stare at the wall.

I sit there for a few minutes before I hear him walk back over, his footsteps heavy against the hardwood floors. He lifts my chin up to look at him, and his hand slides down resting on my shoulder. His thumb grazes my neck and I grit my teeth when he drags along the cut he made last night. Then he grabs my wrists, untying them slightly.

"Stand." I look up at him then back down noting his glare, and stand. He pulls tightly the rope, and I'm forced to spin around and follow him shuffling backwards like a dog on a leash.

"Axton!" A hard "mhf" noise escapes my when he shoves me against the wall, his hand holding  the back of my head pushing my face to it, his front pressed to my back. The hand holding the rope pushes against my arms and lower back.

His grip tightens on my scalp and he pulls back at it for me to look at him. "Say my name one more time, and you'll remember this warning as I'm shoving a gag down your throat, understand?"

I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off but the words die in my mouth as his hand between us somehow finds its way between me and the wall. A moan escapes instead, and I remember myself keeping quiet. Still sensitive from last night, I know I shouldn't push him.

The way he's treating me has my clit throbbing and I want to beg him to continue even if it's against this wall. Knowing he won't listen only makes me hornier.

"We're going to go to my bedroom and you'll lay on the bed, stomach down, and propped up on your knees. You'll wait there patiently until I'm ready."

I nod my head a whimper leaving me. I know I won't listen, and he knows it too. Right now, I don't think he wants me to.

"Now go." He releases me and I walk over, trying to push my shirt back down over my hips. I pass Harleys open door as I'm doing this, and her look sends an embarrassed heat to my cheeks. I walk faster.

Entering the room, I have few options. In the end though, I take too long to decide and Axton comes quicker then I thought. I don't hear him coming up from behind me, until a hand wraps around my throat. I gasp for air.

"What did I say?" He says sternly.

I can't answer, no air in my lungs. My head shakes as I struggle in his grasp trying desperately to get air. My mouth is open, my head shaking back and forth but he wrestles me to the bed. Suddenly the cuffs are undone and he pins me down, spinning me to face him. I gasp in mouthfuls of air, but he quickly leans down his lips on mine.

I try to get out from under his hold, to touch him, feel him, but he's too strong. I may not listen to him, but he makes sure I don't have another choice.

His hands push my wrists into the bed, squeezing so hard I swear they'll bruise.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling my self up to grind against him. He groans into my mouth.

"Stop." He says sternly but a little breathless between kisses. But he never stops when I tell him to.

"Are you going to beg me?" I whisper. Immediately his hands pull my arms and swing my onto my front, pulling them together to meet at my lower back again. When he has both my wrists in one arm, he pulls my hips up aggressively, and I feel the shirt slip upwards.

His hand slides down my ass to my inner thighs, his thumb brushing against me. I arch my back further into him but he slaps my ass hard.

"Don't you dare move." My thighs shift on instinct at his order, and he slaps me hard again in the same spot. I make a strangled noise but don't let out anything else. "I don't know why you still believe you have control."