***---Garret---***
I should have left Velour satisfied. I should have walked out, adjusted my tie, slid into the waiting car like nothing had happened, and let the night fade into another nameless indulgence. That was the fucking point.
Instead, I stood on the curb outside the club with my cock still aching, my pulse still hammering, and her voice echoing in my skull.
Yours.
It shouldn't have hit me like that. It was just a word. Dirty talk, the kind of scripted submission men at Velour bought into every night. But when she'd said it, raw and cracked open, her body wrapped around me like she'd been made for it…it had buried itself under my skin.
My driver cleared his throat. "Sir?"
I blinked, shook myself, and climbed into the car. The city lights smeared past the windows, neon bleeding into the glass, but all I could see was her on her knees, lips stretched around my cock, eyes locked on mine while she gagged and kept going. My fingers flexed on my thigh. My body was emptied, but the ache hadn't gone anywhere.
I dragged a hand over my face and leaned back in the seat. I should've been calm. Instead, I was wired. Strung out on her taste, the sound of her voice, the tremble in her thighs when I told her to stay still.
Fuck. I was a wreck. This wasn't good. This has to remain distanced. What the fuck was I doing? Jesus fucking Christ.
By the time we reached my building, I was still hard enough to be miserable.
I dismissed the driver, rode the elevator up, and stepped into the dark silence of my penthouse. The city stretched wide beyond the glass walls, glittering and alive, but I didn't care. I stripped out of my suit as I walked, leaving a trail of fabric across the floor, and collapsed onto the bed in nothing but my boxers.
The silence pressed in. I hated it. My chest rose and fell too fast. My cock twitched back to life just from the memory of her whispering please.
I grabbed my phone. I shouldn't. The rules were clear. No chatter outside the room. Keep it neat, faceless, transactional.
I should just delete the app. Be done with it. It was one night. That's all it was supposed to be.
I typed anyway.
Axiom: Couldn't sleep. Thinking about you.
Dots appeared almost instantly. My stomach tightened.
Crownless: Didn't think I'd hear from you again.
Axiom: You earned it.
There was a pause. A moment for me to second-guess myself. What was I doing? And then…
Crownless: My body's a mess. I can't stop shaking.
My cock jerked. I hissed out a breath, dragging a hand down my face.
Axiom: Good. I want you wrecked. I want you to feel me every time you move tomorrow.
The dots blinked.
Crownless: I'm going to be ruined for anyone else, aren't I?
I smirked, heat curling through my chest.
Axiom: That's the point.
There was a slight hesitation. Flickering dots. Gone. Flickering again.
Crownless: You're too much.
Axiom: Say it again.
Crownless: You're too much.
Axiom: And you love it.
Crownless: …I do. God help me, I do.
I groaned, fist tightening in the sheets beside me.
Axiom: Tell me what you're thinking about right now.
The dots flickered, stopped, came back.
Crownless: The way you held my throat. How you told me not to move. How you made me say I was yours.
I swore under my breath.
Axiom: You are mine. Say it again.
Crownless: Yours.
The word hit me just as hard through the screen.
Axiom: Good girl.
My cock throbbed, pressing against the fabric of my boxers. I shoved my hand down, stroked once, hard, imagining her still spread on that bed. That tight little pussy begging for my cock.
Crownless: What are you doing right now?
Axiom: Stroking my cock, thinking about how tight you were when I emptied in you.
The pause stretched long enough I thought maybe I'd scared her off. Fuck.
Crownless: I'm wet again. Just from that.
I groaned, squeezing harder.
Axiom: Don't touch yourself. Not unless I tell you to.
Crownless: And if I disobey?
Axiom: Then I'll put you over my lap again and spank you until you cry. Then I'll make you thank me for it.
Crownless: Fuck.
Axiom: Not yet.
I smirked, hips rocking into my hand.
Axiom: You taste like sin, Crownless. I could still taste you on my tongue when I walked out tonight. I wanted to drag you home and make a meal out of you.
Crownless: You make me want things I shouldn't.
Axiom: Like what?
Crownless: Like you keeping me.
My breath caught. That…fuck, that was too much. Too close to the line I swore I'd never cross.
I stared at the screen, thumb hovering. I should've shut it down. I couldn't do this. I wasn't meant for single nights. I didn't do one-and-dones. I didn't just bang it out. Why the fuck had I thought this was a good idea?
I forced my thoughts back in their box, and typed…
Axiom: Next time, I'm not stopping until you forget your own name.
Her reply came fast.
Crownless: What if I want to forget everything but yours?
I froze. My chest tightened. I stared at the words until my vision blurred.
Mine. This girl was mine and she didn't even know it yet. She was playing with fire. I couldn't just let it go.
It worked too well. Goddammit! I groaned. I didn't want Harper anymore. No, I had a new fixation. Fucking hell.
I swallowed hard, let go of my cock, and dropped the phone onto the mattress like it had burned me.
The city lights bled across the room, harsh and bright, but all I could hear was her voice echoing back at me. Yours. Yours. Yours.
And for the first time since this whole damn thing began, I wasn't sure I wanted this to be anonymous anymore.