Bodyguard's Bite

by Silvia Violet

  “You’re gorgeous like this, all laid out for me.” He whimpered, but he didn’t speak. I stroked my hand along his back. “I’m going to enjoy putting marks on your ass. You need to pay for what you’ve done so you’ll remember not to put yourself in danger again. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir. I need to be punished.”

  I stretched my belt between my hands. “I’m going to use a few different toys on you tonight, but I wanted to start with something that’s mine.”

  Storm licked his lips as he looked up at me. “Please, Sir. Use your belt on me. I need that.”

  I caressed his back again. “Yes, you do.”

  15

  Storm

  I exhaled and let my torso sink into the mattress as I arched my back deeply and waited for the first blow from Jax’s belt. I tried not to tense as I imagined the way it would sting when it slapped against my ass.

  “I’m going to push you, Storm. I don’t want to go easy on you, and you don’t want that either. You have your safeword, and I expect you to use it if you need to. I want to take you to your limits, but I don’t want to go beyond them.”

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw concern in his eyes. I loved that even when he was getting ready to mark my ass with his belt, he wanted to be sure I was safe. “I’ll stop you if I need to, but I want you to be harsh. I want to hurt. I need that.”

  He bent and kissed up the length of my spine, making me feel warm and cared for. I let out a contented sigh.

  Smack!

  I yelped, jerking away from the sting. “Fuck, that hurts.”

  “You’re not going to be able to stay quiet through this, are you?”

  He hit me again before I could answer. I shook my head as I gasped for breath. “I can’t. I need… I need to talk, to scream.”

  “Then give me that, your cries, your whimpers. Beg me to stop if you want to. Just know I won’t stop until I’m ready, because I’m in control, not you.”

  He brought the belt down again, drawing another cry from me. He really wasn’t holding back. My ass felt like it was on fire, and he’d hardly gotten started. But no matter how much it hurt, I could do this. I could endure it. I pushed my ass out, asking for more.

  He cracked the belt against my ass again and again until I was begging him to stop. “I’m sorry. Please. I’m so sorry I was bad. It hurts so much. Please!”

  He paused and stroked my back. “This is for your own good. You need to hurt, don’t you?”

  “Yes… I… yes.”

  That’s right. He kept caressing me, his hands so gentle. “Take a minute to calm down, and tell me when you’re ready for more.”

  I buried my face against the pillow as tears ran down my cheeks. Jax stroked my hair, my back, my sore ass, sending pain shooting through me, but rather than making it harder for me to settle myself, it made it easier. I needed that sharp focus. I needed to give in to it instead of fighting. Just like I needed to give in to Jax’s protection, to realize he wasn’t going to stop me from being independent or taking on responsibilities. He just wanted to keep me alive.

  “I… I’m ready.”

  “You’re perfect, Storm. Absolutely perfect for me.”

  He slapped the belt across my ass several more times before stopping again. It wasn’t just my ass that hurt. Pain seemed to shoot up my spine and down my legs, making every part of me throb with it. I wiggled my hips, trying to get away from it, but that just made my cock ache more. No matter how bad the pain got, I never stopped wanting him. My balls were full and tight and my cock was leaking precum.

  I didn’t know if he was done or only taking a break. I was tempted to ask, but I pressed my lips together.

  Jax leaned down and brushed his lips over my sore ass cheeks, making me suck in my breath.

  “Turn over,” he ordered. “It’s time for something new.”

  It was going to hurt like hell when my ass rubbed against the sheets. I could do it though. I could do whatever he asked.

  When I was on my back with my knees bent, my legs spread wide, and my ass burning worse than ever, Jax fit cuffs around my ankles and attached them to the bolts in the side rails of the bed. When he was done, he let his gaze slowly skim my body. “Mmm. I like having you all spread out for me.”

  I liked it too. I felt so exposed, his to use, his to punish. “I like—” I pressed my lips together, remembering too late that I wasn’t supposed to speak.

  But instead of scolding me, he smiled. “You’ve been so good. I’ll allow you to talk this time.”

  “I feel like I truly belong to you like this.”

  “You do belong to me. You’re my mate.”

  “You’re mine too,” I said, wanting him to know I claimed him as fully as he did me.

  “I know, baby.”

  “Thank you for giving me this.”

  He brushed a kiss over my forehead. “I’ve got a lot more to give you.” I shivered, wondering what he intended to do. He reached for something, and when he held it up, I saw that it was a riding crop. “You took my belt so well. I’m going to use this on you now because I don’t just want to punish your ass. I want you to feel me everywhere.”

  Fuck. He really wasn’t going to show me any mercy.

  “Look at me.” I’d been staring at the crop, but I tilted my head so I could see his dark eyes. “I want you to remember that this is about what you need, about sharing something that makes our bond stronger. It’s not about me being angry with you.”

  “I know. I need this, all of it, whatever you have planned for me.” I took a shaky breath and let myself sink into the mattress, letting the pain from my tender ass ground me.

  Without warning, he brought the crop down on my cock. The blow wouldn’t have been hard enough to really hurt me somewhere else, but it forced a loud cry from me, and I struggled against my bonds.

  “Breathe. Don’t fight it, just feel.”

  He cropped my cock again. I tried to do what he said. The sensation was confusing. It hurt, but it also felt so good. My cock was desperate to be touched, even if it was by stinging leather.

  I waited for more, but Jax turned his attention to my nipples, cropping one, then the other. They burned as he caressed them with the tip of the crop. Pain and pleasure swirled through me. When he slapped my nipples, harder this time, I arched my back and keened. The movement made fresh pain bloom across my ass. There was no way I could move that wasn’t painful.

  Jax kept going, slapping one nipple, then the other, until I was begging him to stop. Next, he shifted his attention to my inner thighs before slapping my cock again, giving it a series of softer taps, then a harsh, stinging blow. By the time he returned to my nipples again, I was squirming and panting, muttering nonsense as I alternately begged for him to stop, then for him to let me come. I longed for some kind of relief, but as the stinging blows continued, at random now on different parts of my body, I figured out how to let the pain flow through me.

  Tension left me, and I floated, connected to the real world only by sensation and my bond with Jax.

  The blows stopped, and I waited, my body thrumming with pain and pleasure and a need for Jax that was deeper than anything I’d ever felt before.

  “You’ve done so well,” Jax said, fingers playing with my abused nipples. I arched into his touch and moaned. “You deserve a reward.”

  Having him there caring for me was reward enough, but he took my cock in his mouth. The pleasure that zinged through me took my breath. I would have come instantly if I hadn’t been wearing a cock ring. I lifted my hips, unable to keep myself from thrusting into him. He let me move for a few seconds, taking me so deep his beard rasped against my skin. When he pressed my hips back against the mattress, my ass burned, but that only spiked my need. I didn’t want to disappoint him by coming without permission. “Please. I… Please.”

  16

  Jax

  I knew Storm couldn’t hold back much longer, so as much as I was loving the taste of him and his sof
t cries, I pulled off and looked down at him. His face and torso were flushed, and there were red marks around his nipples and along his inner thighs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

  He gave me a blissed-out smile. “Love you.”

  “I love you too, baby.” I unhooked his ankles and removed the cuffs. “You’ve taken a lot, but we’re still not done.”

  “We-we’re not?”

  “You said you wanted me to be harsh.” When I picked up the short whip with the wicked snake tongue and let it trail along his leg, Storm made a strangled sound.

  “Y-you’re going to use that on me?”

  “Just a few strokes.”

  He shivered. “That’s really going to hurt.”

  “I am supposed to be punishing you.”

  “Yes, but I—”

  “Turn over, Storm. I want your ass in the air, ready to take what I want to give.”

  He did as I said, and I ran a hand over his red buttocks, making him gasp. “Here are the rules. You must stay still while I whip you, and you absolutely cannot come.”

  Storm whimpered, pressing his face into the mattress, and I was sure there were tears dampening his cheeks. “Use your safeword if you need me to stop.”

  “I… I don’t want to stop, but I’m afraid I can’t take it, or that I’ll like it too much, and I’ll come.”

  “I believe in you.” I laid a hand on his back. “Take a deep breath.” I felt his body expand. “Good. Now let it out.”

  He exhaled, and tension slowly melted from him.

  “That’s right. Relax into it, just like you did with the crop. I’m going to give you five strokes with this whip. Once I’m done, I’m going to fill you with my cock because I need that. I need to be inside you, to mark you as mine.”

  “Please.”

  “Take another deep breath,” I ordered. Storm inhaled, and I positioned myself perfectly to make the first stroke. “That’s good. Now let it all out.”

  When he began to exhale, I cracked the whip across his ass. He cried out, struggling against the chain that held his arms. “Please. Goddess, please. I can’t.”

  “You can.” Before he had a chance to protest again, I let the whip snap against his other ass cheek.

  He sobbed and worked his hips.

  “You’re doing so good, baby.” The stripes across his ass were beautiful. “Three more strokes and you can have me.”

  “No, please. No.”

  I brought the whip down once more, and he screamed.

  “You need to hurt. You asked for this.”

  He sobbed. “I know. Jax, just take care of me.”

  That’s exactly what I was going to do. I cracked the whip once and then immediately again. He cried out so loudly I was worried the security guards would hear and come looking for us. His ass bore a gorgeous crisscross of stripes. The skin wasn’t broken like it probably would’ve been if I’d whipped a human in the same way. He would heal quickly, and I would have him shift later to speed the process, but right now, I needed him, and he deserved to come after taking so much pain.

  “You’re not going to forget what happens when you disobey like you did tonight, are you?”

  “No. Never. Please, I need you.”

  “I need you too. I’m going to fuck you now. You took your punishment so well. You deserve it.”

  My wolf was growling and snarling inside me, demanding that I thrust into Storm hard and deep. My wolf wanted to take him, claim him, bite him and make him mine. I was going to fill him up with my cum and then watch it run down his legs. He needed to be marked by me, inside and out.

  I longed to let my wolf take partial control. The thought of how Storm would react to the feel of my claws made my cock jump. But I was afraid of losing all control to my animal side. I couldn’t risk damaging my beautiful mate.

  “Jax?” Storm’s voice was shaky. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

  I laid my hands against his back. “Baby, I would never leave you like this. I’m right here. I just… I’m trying to make sure I have enough control not to hurt you.”

  Storm turned so he could look at me. “You’d never hurt me. I’m your mate. I want you. I want your wolf, your bite.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t, not when you’re out of your mind from pain and pleasure. I want you fully aware when I give you the bite that will bond us forever.”

  “I just… I want you. All of you.”

  “I want that to. Later.”

  “Then at least let your wolf out. Let me see him in you.”

  “My wolf has been trained to be a killer. He’s rough, and he’s—”

  “Not going to hurt me. I can feel him, Jax. I know.”

  Was he right? Could I trust myself?

  “Give me all of you. Your wolf, your claws, your fangs.”

  Yes, my wolf growled. Can’t hurt our mate.

  I unhooked his cuffs so he would be free to move any way he wanted. Then I slicked up my cock, gripped his hips, and drove into him in one rough stroke. He cried out, but I didn’t give him time to adjust. I started a punishing rhythm, driving against his sore ass. He whined and whimpered, but he also pushed back against me, meeting every stroke.

  “That’s it. Goddess, yes, Jax. Let go. Take me.”

  I snarled as I drove into him, gripping his shoulders so I could jerk him back against me until I was half sitting up, pulling him onto my lap. I let my claws extend. They scraped over his collarbone and along his shoulders.

  “Yes, Jax! Give me all of you.”

  My fangs descended, and I was so tempted to bite him, to claim him, but I knew he couldn’t fully consent, as lost to pleasure as he was, so I held back, only grazing his skin with my fangs as I kissed his neck.

  Afraid I would go too far, I let him fall forward again, pushing him down onto the bed so I could fuck into him harder. I placed my hands over his and pinned him down, sinking my claws into the mattress. “Mine. You’re mine. I control your pleasure, your pain, everything.”

  “Yes!” Storm bucked against me. “You’re my mate. I love you.”

  “I love you too.” I reached under him and unhooked his cock ring. “Let go for me. Show me how much you love being controlled, owned, filled.”

  Storm cried out, squirming beneath me and fighting my hold. My knot began to swell. I let go of his hands and sat back, taking hold of his shoulders again. I let my claws prick his skin as I drove as deep as I could, locking us together and spilling my seed inside him.

  When I was thoroughly drained, my claws and fangs receded, and I managed to maneuver us so we could lie on our sides. “Are you all right, baby?”

  “Yes! That was… You trusted me. You let me have your wolf.”

  “You were right. You’re my mate, and I won’t hurt you. It felt so fucking good to share every part of me with you.”

  Storm turned in my arms as much as he could. “I don’t want to put off bonding with you any longer. I need you to be fully mine.”

  “I know, but I don’t want to claim you in secret, and I don’t think you want that either. As much as they drive you crazy, you’re going to want your brothers to know we’re mates.”

  “I do, and I also need that full connection with you. I can already feel how happy you are. You’re more content than you’ve been since we met.”

  “I am, baby. We both needed this so badly.”

  “We did. I’m sorry for going to the casino alone. It was foolish. I put myself in danger. I scared you, but this… you being willing to go that hard on me. I don’t regret this at all.”

  “You don’t have to risk your life to get this. You can ask for it.”

  He gave me a soft smile “Next time, I will. I promise.”

  I brushed his hair back from his face. My knot had gone down enough to let me pull out of him, and he turned to face me when I did. “You should shift to help heal your ass.”

  “I want you to shift too then. Our wolves deserve a chance to meet.”

  He was right, so
we both shifted. His wolf was a mix of brown, gray, and white, smaller than mine but plenty sturdy, just like Storm. My wolf was huge and black, intimidating to most, but not to my mate. When we curled up together on the bed and dozed, I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been happier.

  17

  Storm

  Even with Jax insisting I take my wolf form to speed up healing, I was stiff the day after he’d so thoroughly punished me for risking my life. Every time I had to sit down, I was reminded of exactly what he’d done to me and comforted by the warmth and strength of our mate bond.

  As soon as I finished going over the weekend schedule for Tooth and Claw that morning, I searched through the employee files from Shifting Sophistication to find the young man I’d seen at Lucky’s. I couldn’t remember his name, but his appearance was distinctive, not only because of his hair, but he’d been wearing expertly applied makeup and a lace shirt. He was also the only fox shifter we’d hired. I found him quickly enough. His name was Corbin, and he lived in an apartment not far from the docks.

  Jax was guarding Emerson that day, but I’d promised him I wouldn’t go anywhere alone. That meant I either needed to ask another guard to accompany me or bring Bryce in on my investigation. Either way, I risked King finding out what I was up to. For just a second, I considered going to Corbin’s apartment on my own. It wasn’t the same as what I’d done last night, but I’d promised Jax, and I couldn’t be completely sure Trent wasn’t having Corbin watched.

  Bryce had assured me I could trust him, so, I decided he was my best bet. I found him in the dining room. He’d been working at Scandal the night before, and from the looks of it, he’d stayed until closing and possibly later.

  “Rough night?”

  He looked me up and down. “I could say the same for you. You look worn out.”

  I shrugged and immediately regretted it as my shirt rubbed against the small wounds Jax’s claws had made on my shoulders. They were mostly healed, but the skin was still tender. “I didn’t sleep well. That’s all.”