Page 113 of Axe Marks the Spot

Lindsey wets her lips and steps away from my knees slightly. Her fingers find the bunch of fabric on her waist, and she starts to push it down. It falls, pooling at her feet. The light above us isn’t at full strength, and the fire that needs tending to flickers behind her.

I take her in, wanting her to know how attractive I find her, needing her to know, so that anyone who’s told her otherwise—her asshole ex included—fades into a far and distant memory, then hopefully disappears altogether.

Her hands move to cover her soft stomach, where I see a long scar on her lower abdomen, one that is, no doubt, from the birth of her daughter. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of her.

I clear my throat before she can fully hide herself from me. “Cover what’s mine, Lindsey, and I’ll tie your hands behind your back and edge you all night.” She gasps, which tells me all I need to know. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe, Sir,” she concedes quietly.

“Noted. Now come here, and sit on my lap.”

“Sir?” she questions.

“Do it.” She hesitates, and it doesn’t take a genius to know what she’s thinking. I sit up and reach out, grabbing her around the waist and tugging forward. She nearly falls on me, her sound of shock turning to a groan as her nipples brush against my shirt. “That’s what you get for not doing what I ask when I ask.”

Her muscles ease a bit as I pull her against me, helping her situate herself so her ass is seated in my lap and her legs are over the arm of the chair. I have her cuddle into my neck and then ask her to take a deep breath so she can relax.

I look into her eyes. “Your body is perfect. Whatever you think I’m thinking is wrong. If I ask you to do something, you do it. I’m going to want you in my lap a lot, and despite my allowance of your clothes earlier, I will expect you to be completely naked if I ask. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now,” I say, fingering the chain between her nipples. “Would you like me to take these off?”

“Please, Sir.”

I tug, and she bites her lip, her ass shifting against my cock. “Hold on to me,” I say. “It’s going to hurt.”

One of her hands is on the back of my neck, and she places the other on one of my forearms. Her nails dig into my arm like they did on my thighs as I bring my hand up to undo the first clamp. When it releases, her lips part, and she lets out a yelp followed by a low “Fuck.”

“I know, baby,” I coo. “You’re doing so well. Take a breath for me now.” The moment she exhales, I remove the second one. She cries out, burying her head into my neck. I drop the clamps to the side of the chair and brush my fingers over the marked, red skin. Her teeth bite into my shoulder, and damn if that doesn’t send blood rushing to my dick. Fuck, I’m going to get hard again already.

“Is the pain too much?” I ask.

She shakes her head, face still buried in my neck. “No, Sir. It’s a lot, but I like it.”

I smile as I brush my thumb over each nipple again. She squirms at the sensation, and I shift my hand to tease the skin near her rib cage.

“I’m going to make you feel really good now, alright?”

“Okay.” She moans softly as I stroke my thumb under her breast.

“If you don’t like something—”

“Green, yellow, red,” she interrupts.

I tweak her nipple, and she arches into me with a loud cry. “Still running your smart mouth, I see. Even after it’s been thoroughly fucked.”

I lean forward to capture her lips in a kiss, showing her who’s in charge with my mouth. She opens for me without pause, her moan filling me as her ass shifts on my lap. My hand around her lower back holding her outer thigh keeps her close to me as I slowly trail my free hand down her chest until I reach her stomach.

She tenses against my lips but doesn’t stop kissing me. I tangle our tongues before sucking on hers, gently tracing down her soft rolls and to her lower abdomen. At this angle, her stomach covers the scar, but I act as if I’m tracing it.

The longer we kiss and I caress her, the more she becomes a puddle against me. Her warmth seeps into my skin, and I can’t deny it feels good. I hadn’t realized how much I missed being touched, how much I needed it.

I pull her tighter to me, my fingers digging into her thigh.

“Dane,” she whimpers. “I need you to touch me. Please.”

The sound of my name hits me square in the chest. I should correct her, but I don’t want to. I also should make her ask me exactly what she wants, but I’m done teasing for the night. I want to watch her come on my hand.