Page 110 of Axe Marks the Spot

“Yes, Sir.” Nerves swell low in my stomach. He’s right, as usual; the idea of deep throating does excite me. When I filled out the questionnaire, I didn’t know what it was, so I looked it up and watched a few videos. At first, it seemed violent, but the more I read and the more I watched, the more I knew I wanted to try it with Dane. In a way, I guess I manifested it.

The idea makes me smile a little, and Dane catches it. “Something funny?”

My cheeks flush. “It’s silly.”

He leans forward, his dick still in my palm. His hand shoots out, and he tugs on the chain still connected to my nipples. I yelp, the sharp pain both hurting and creating a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs.

“I told you, nothing is silly. Tell me what it is.”

I grip his dick harder at his command, and he hisses.

“I’ll get you back for that when your mouth is stuffed with my cock, but first, tell me.” He tugs on the chain again, and I groan.

“I was just thinking that I manifested this.”

“Did you now?”

“I watched some videos and imagined it.”

“Hmm, did you come thinking about it?”

I flush. “No, Sir. But I did get wet.”

He pulls back slightly and runs his fingers over my lips. “I bet you did.” Dane leans back in his chair and flicks his gaze to my cock in his hand. “Did I tell you to stop stroking?”

My hand slides up his shaft, then back down, my rhythm continuing. A second later, he leans over to his side table, and I see it has a drawer. He takes something out of it, a box he holds up to show me. The label reads “Mitt’s Mouthwatering Mints.” He opens the brand-new package and pulls out one round, pink tablet.

“I ordered these just for you,” he says as he holds the mint between two fingers. “Do you like the taste of cherries?”

“I do, Sir.”

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

My mouth parts, and he praises me, placing the pink tablet on my tongue.

“Suck on it,” he says.

I close my lips, the cherry flavor of the mint that isn’t minty at all bursting over my taste buds as the tablet dissolves.

“This is low strength, but you’re going to start salivating more than usual. Don’t be embarrassed by it. I want you messy, baby.”

My pussy likes what he says, because not only is my mouth getting wetter but so is down below as well.

“Open your mouth,” he commands.

I hesitate for a moment because I know when I do, there’s no way I won’t start to drool on myself given the amount of spit starting to collect inside my mouth. But Sir cocks his brow again, and that does the trick. My lips part, and he smiles slyly.

“Come on now, you can go wider than that. Show me the pretty hole I get to fuck.”

His words only add to my arousal. From our discussions, Sir knows I have the desire to be objectified during sex, and like the amazing Dom he is, he’s delivering. My clit throbs, and I part my lips wider for him, saliva dripping from my open mouth. It would be embarrassing if I didn’t feel his cock pulse in my hand or see more pre-cum leak from the ruddy tip.

“Keep your mouth open, and get up on your knees.”

The spit continues to drip out of me, and when I sit up taller so I’m more level with him, my saliva hits my chest, sliding down the valley of my breasts.

“Beautiful,” he hums. “Nod if you remember what I said about three taps on my thigh if you need me to stop.”

I nod.