Page 107 of Axe Marks the Spot

I move so I’m on the side of the table and sweep my hand down the side of her face. She sucks in a breath as I wipe a tear from her pink cheek. “Open your eyes, baby.” When she doesn’t, I lace more command into my tone. “Open your eyes.”

She finally does, and I hold her chin between my fingers, searching the brown depths for answers.

“Did I go too hard?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “No Sir, it’s…I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m embarrassed.”

“You’re releasing; it’s normal. Breathe through it.” She inhales as she nods. “You did so well.” I wipe away a tear. “I’m proud of you.”

“Really?”

I smile softly. “Really. You’ve made me very happy.” She blinks back her tears, and I stroke her cheek. “Can I help you up?”

“You’re done?”

Her quick change is only further proof of how perfect she is. The more time I spend with her, the more I realize she was born to be in this role, and I can’t wait until she sees it for herself.

“Do you want to continue?”

She presses her lips together, and I see the wheels turning behind her eyes. “More spanking?”

“No,” I assure her. “I think my good girl deserves a reward for taking my hand so well, don’t you?”

“If you think so, Sir.”

I huff a laugh, staring at her lips. “God, I can’t wait to use this mouth.”

Lindsey’s eyes flash to my crotch, and her tongue darts out to wet said lips. I stifle a groan, and she notices, a coy smile consuming her features.

“Can that be my reward?” she asks.

Desire pools in my belly, and I press my thumb against her lower lip. “You want me to use your mouth instead of making you come with mine?”

I expect her to say something smart or to say she does but wants me to come, too. “I want to make you come, Sir,” she says instead.

My dick swells and digs into the placket of my jeans. Her request is simply too sweet to pass up, and I’d be a fool to do so.

“Ask me nicely,” I say.

“Please, may I use my smart mouth to make you come, Sir?”

“Hmm, when you put it that way…” I slip my thumb into her mouth, and, like the minx she is, she sucks on it. I pull back so I don’t blow my load in my pants and leave her on the table as I move to her backside. She’s left drips of arousal on the floor, and her thighs are shaking from the strain of this position.

I bend down and tap her ankle, having her move her legs together. Once able, I pull the underwear off one leg, making sure not to snag it on her pump, then do the other one. I put her panties in my pocket and remove her shoes. She won’t need them for the rest of the night.

When I’m done, I help her off the table. Her flushed face is still wet from her tears, and I wipe them away with my thumbs, leaving her mascara slightly smudged under her eyes. She looks fucked and satisfied, and we haven’t even gotten to that point yet. I like that she’s received pleasure from pleasing me and from my strikes alone, even if she hasn’t come yet.

I leave her dress rucked up around her waist, my fingers trailing from her neck to her collarbone until I reach the clamps still on her nipples. It’s going to hurt when I take them off, so I decide to leave them for now. They may still come in handy while I use her mouth. To prove my point, I gently tug on the chain, and she yelps.

“You know,” I say, dropping the chain, my hand now tracing the gold necklace she’s wearing. “I think next time I’ll give you a training collar and a leash.” I don’t miss the way Lindsey’s eyes light at the suggestion. “Would you like that?”

“Yes to the training collar, Sir. Maybe to the leash.”

I keep tracing the necklace, my heart kicking up at her answer. We’d briefly spoken about what a training collar is when our dynamic shifted last week and we renegotiated our agreement. While it can mean different things to different people, I told her if I were to give one out, it would be a symbol of commitment, learning, and the potential for a deeper, more permanent bond between me and my sub.

“But the idea excites you?” I ask.

“Yes, Sir.”