Page 106 of Axe Marks the Spot

LINDSEY CLARK IS FUCKING perfect. I nearly lost my goddamn mind when she called her sweet cunt mine. I kissed her, claiming her, and I fear I won’t ever come back from tonight. Because that kiss…it solidified what I’ve been trying to deny. That the reason she ran into me that day is because she is mine.

I run my palm down her back, over the dress bunched at her waist, then to her round ass. Her skin is flushed from everything she’s feeling, and I’m practically salivating from the mental image of her ass soon to be covered in my marks.

I step back to let Lindsey feel just how at my mercy she is, that I could truly do whatever I wanted to her in this position with her legs trapped by the soaked panties around her knees. Panties I plan to keep when our time here tonight is done.

My hungry gaze takes in her cunt, my cunt. She’s wet, arousal coating her inner lips and thighs. If she takes her punishment well, I’ll get on my knees and lick her dry until she’s begging to come against my tongue.

A few more long moments pass as I dream of the many things I can do to her in this position. My cock is leaking pre-cum, begging for me to give in, but that’s not what she needs right now. Right now, she needs to become comfortable in her submission, to learn her lesson and her place in our dynamic.

I step forward, my body at her side. Her face is turned toward me, and she blinks slowly and wets her lips. Everything in her body language tells me how much she wants this. Her skin is flushed, and her eyes are soft, yet her muscles are slightly taut in anticipation of my strikes. It propels me forward, and I gently place my left hand on her lower back while I drag my right over the skin of her ass. “Remember to count, baby.”

Her lips part as if she’s going to respond, but I don’t wait. I bring my hand up, the air rushing against my palm before it lands on her skin in a loud smack.

“One!” she cries.

Pride at her obedience fills my chest as her shout along with the slap ring through the cabin loud and clear. I purposely chose not to play music tonight, wanting her to feel and hear everything we do, for us to be in the moment with each other. Hearing her cry at the strike of my first spank, I know it was the right choice.

I smack her again, this time on the other cheek. Her ass bounces and jiggles, the skin flaming from the hit. Fuck, I missed this. Being with someone in person, not simply through a screen.

“Two!” Lindsey exclaims.

“Good girl.” I caress my fingers over where I just hit. I study her face but see no signs of her stopping me. I stroke her heated skin, teasing her into a false sense of safety before I bring my hand back and spank her again, this time with a bit more force and an upward motion.

Her fingers dig into the wood of the table as she counts out the third strike. I don’t give her a break as I swat her sweet ass three more times in rapid succession. She almost doesn’t keep up her count but manages.

I stop after the seventh, laying my palm on her hot skin and squeezing the flesh. Lindsey whines, and my lips tip up in a grin from the pain I know I’m inflicting. My gaze drops to her slit, and I notice it’s wetter than before. Looking down at the floor beneath her, I see she’s making a mess.

I meet her hooded gaze; her eyes are glassy with tears. I stroke her, my fingers creeping toward her pussy. She sucks in a short breath, but her safe words don’t leave her lips, so my fingers brush against her back entrance. The tight ring of muscles tenses as I tease the sensitive flesh.

“Sir,” she says, her voice quavering.

I trace the ring again. “You’ve done anal before, correct?”

She nods. “Once, Sir.”

I gently press the tip of my thumb against the muscle, not going inside, and she pushes back as if she wants me to. “Fuck, baby. I like that you’re so eager to let me use all of your holes. But your ass is for another time.” I bring back my hand and spank her, the sudden slap jolting her body forward, her cry louder than before.

“Eight!” she yells, though her response was a bit delayed.

I release a low chuckle, moving my hand lower, past her puckered hole to her weeping pussy. I brush my knuckles over the plump skin, her arousal wetting me. She sighs as I use a finger to trace over her slit, dipping my pointer finger inside until I’m met with fluttering muscles.

“Oh god,” she moans.

“You like that?” I tease.

“Yes!”

I insert my finger deeper, and my needy girl pushes back against my finger. God, she’s perfect. I pull it out before she can get herself in trouble and spank her ass for the ninth time.

Her cry as she counts this one has more pain mixed in with the pleasure, and I know she’s nearing her limit. I wouldn’t put it past Lindsey, however, to ask for more as a way to prove something to me. It’s a behavior I’ve experienced in newer submissives, and I won’t let her put herself at risk in an attempt to please me or because she thinks she deserves it.

I drag my finger through her cunt again before grabbing her ass with both of my hands and squeezing. “Last one. You ready, baby?”

She nods and tells me yes, her curvy body shifting against the table as if she’s trying to present her ass even better. Fuck me.

I grip her cheeks again before pulling back, using both my hands to spank her at the same time. I revel in her red skin shaking, my new and final handprints blooming on the already abused skin. Lindsey cries out her final count, and I stroke my hands over where I’ve spanked, soothing the skin.

When I hear a soft gasp, I shift so I can see her face clearly. Her eyes are closed, but tears cling to her lashes. It’s not uncommon for people to cry during a spanking session; it’s normal. But I don’t like it, and my chest aches much like it did when I saw her tears earlier today at the store.