Page 109 of Axe Marks the Spot

“Where did you go just now? Your energy changed.”

My fingers grip his knees. Damn him for being so attentive. “It’s silly. I’m fine.”

“Nothing you think or feel is silly. I want to know what upset you about my question.”

“I’m not used to talking about sex like this. Then I got to thinking about how giving my ex blow jobs felt like a chore, how he made me feel like I was bad at them.”

The muscles of Sir’s throat tense, and his fingers grip the armrests of his chair. “Your ex was an asshole. Trust me when I tell you I’m nothing like him.”

“I know you’re not, Sir,” I respond easily. Dane has never compared to Jeremy in any way, shape, or form. Not in looks, not in demeanor, not in anything.

“I’m going to start over. You’ll do what I say, Lindsey. I’ve told you that you’re mine, and that includes your smart mouth. But now you’re going to prove it to me, understand?”

My pulse speeds up, but his command eases my mind. “I understand, Sir.”

“Good. You need to be told what to do, don’t you?”

I wet my lips. “I do, Sir.”

My fingers tense and release against his knees in anticipation of his next command. I appreciate that he pivoted, that he saw my struggle and knows I need someone to take my thoughts away, not ask me to narrate what I plan to do to him. I don’t want to plan or think about anything. I want him to be the one to do that.

“Take my dick out.”

I don’t hesitate. I slide my palms up his thighs, muscular ones that are strong and that flex under my touch. Sir remains attentive, and I know he’s making sure I don’t dissociate.

When my hands get closer to his erection, I feel the heat of his shaft through his jeans, the bulge large and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before under my palm. I have no doubt if and when we do have sex, this man is going to split me in half.

My lips tip up in a smile, and as if he read my mind, he grins back. “Don’t linger, baby. I told you to take my dick out. I meant now, not tomorrow.”

My skin burns from his cocky comment, and I so badly want to sass back, but the sting on my ass and the pinch of my nipples reminds me not to. My fingers find the button of his jeans, and I pop it open.

Sir’s breathing is even, but mine is feathery with anticipation as I find the tab of his zipper and begin to pull down. The sound of the metal teeth opening shoots a spark straight to my clit, and I decide that this might be my new favorite sound. When I part the fabric, I want to say I’m surprised he’s not wearing underwear, but I’m not.

My fingers venture beneath the rough fabric of his jeans, the back of my hand scraping against the cool zipper. I’m not looking at him, but I feel his heated gaze on me as I wrap my palm around his hard cock and pull it out, exposing him to me for the first time.

I was correct in my assumption he could split me in half. He’s large, larger than I’ve had before, and thick. The shaft is curved, the tip is broad, the skin is flushed red, and the slit is leaking pre-cum I want to lean forward and taste. I don’t think I’ve ever considered a dick beautiful before, but Dane’s looks like something that would come up in a search for perfect cock. Just like his perfect nose and face…his perfect everything—goddamn him.

“You like what you see?”

By the way my mouth is watering, my first answer is almost duh. But that would get me in trouble, too, so I answer without the smart attitude. “Yes, Sir.”

He expels a low hum of praise before he barks, “Stroke it.”

My left hand rests on his right thigh while my other starts to pump him. The silken skin shifts up and down, his dick pulsing in my hand because he’s so hard.

Dane’s eyes simmer as he watches me, veins in his neck tense. “That’s it. Now swipe your finger over the crown, use my cum to get your hand wet.”

I jack his cock, doing what he says. He groans when my thumb swipes over his slit, the whitish liquid coating my finger. It’s not enough to lubricate my hand, but he likes it, so I do it again.

“You’ve never deep throated a dick, correct?”

I shake my head while I continue to pump him in a slow rhythm, enjoying how his dick feels in my hand and the way Sir’s looking at me as if I’m the best thing to ever happen to him.

It’s…powerful.

“Correct, Sir.”

“I would like you to try. We’ll take it slow, and if you need me to stop, tap my thigh three times. That will take the place of your safe word since your mouth will be occupied. Understood?”