Page 95 of Blaze & Ajax

I rubbed his thigh. “I trust you with my life. What I don’t trust is him. He was very good at what he did to convince you that you needed him.”

He rubbed his face and nodded. “You’re right. I don’t need to see him. That’s a door I shouldn’t open again. I’ll leave it closed, but I still need to see her.”

“Good. I’m coming with you, then.”

Aiden pressed a kiss to my lips. “Don’t. Stay and rest. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Nah, I’m coming with you. I’ll help make sure you get what you need. We’re in this together now.”

Aiden’s smile was soft and shy. It was a good look for him, but I loved all his faces… angry ones, cocky ones, happy ones… Despite his faults, I lovedallof him.

“Okay. Yeah, thanks,” he said.

I pulled him back down to me. “No one’s going to hurt you again as long as I can help it, even if that means I protect you from me.”

“No more fucking talk like that. I mean it.”

But that was one thing I’d never stop worrying about.

“Eleven!” I yell.

I’m on my Dom’s lap as he spanks me. Today, I decided to be extra bratty for the amazing attention he gives me. I love it when he breaks me down, only to lift me up and shower me in kisses and tenderness.

By the twentieth spanking, my ass stings so badly. My Dom never holds back, making sure each spanking hurts. Sometimes, he’ll use a crop, and I won’t be able to sit for a couple of days, the sting reminding me of how bad I’d been and the care he takes to reshape me, making me whole.

“Why are you so naughty today, my blaze?”

“Because I love you, sir.”

“You love me so much you want me to hurt you?”

“I like it when you make me good. I need to be good for you, sir.”

“That doesn’t explain why you were so bad. Be honest, Blaze,”he says, smoothing a gentle hand on my fiery ass.

“I… I need your attention, sir.”

“You will always have it.”

“B-but…”

“Say it,” he snaps, losing his patience.

“If I’m not bad for you, then you won’t need to… fix me anymore. I… don’t want us ever to end.”

He sighs. “Blaze…”

Before he can say anything else, the door to his home office bursts open. “What in the ever-loving fuck is this?!”

Howard suddenly stands, dropping me to the floor. I can scarcely breathe, seeing my mother standing there decked out in a cream dress, long, manicured nails, high heels, and her hair freshly highlighted.

I scramble to stand, hiding my junk with my hands, while Howard stands there in all his gorgeous naked glory, uncaring.

“Are you… fucking Aiden?”

“Yes,” is all he says.

My jaw drops. How is he so calm about this while I’m about to throw up?

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