Page 114 of Axe Marks the Spot

I kiss her harder this time and tap my hand on her outer thigh. “Open up,” I demand. She parts her legs with my help, and I shift her so she’s still on my lap but her legs are parted, each one resting on either side of my knees.

I wrap one arm around her waist, and the other presses against her inner thigh. She rests her head near mine, and my lips brush her ear while she slides a hand behind my neck, her other arm at her side.

I brush my palm up her inner thigh until I find her slick pussy. She’s soaked for me, the neatly trimmed curls wet with her arousal. She’s so slippery, you’d think she’d come multiple times tonight already.

“You got this wet just from me fucking your mouth, baby?” I brush my thumb near her clit but don’t touch it yet.

“And the way you spoke to me, Sir.”

“You liked being called mine?” I start to circle the bundle of nerves between her legs, and she jackknifes off my lap. She would have toppled over if I wasn’t holding her steady.

“Yes, Sir.” I pinch her clit, and her chest arches forward. “And when you called me a—” She pauses.

“A what?” I slap her pussy.

“A slut!” she cries.

“Hmm, that’s because you are. But you’re my slut, Lindsey. Remember that. I’m the only one who gets to utter that word to you, isn’t that right?” I stroke her in a circle before dipping a finger inside her fluttering cunt.

“Yes, Sir.”

I pull my finger out and slap her clit again. She moans and arches, and I turn my head to bite her earlobe. Lindsey whimpers, so I go back to circling her clit, faster this time.

“I’m going to come, Sir.”

“Already?” I chuckle, even though I knew it would not take long. But she likes the teasing, as evidenced by the flush of her chest and the wiggle of her hips against me.

“I don’t know if I can hold it.” She squeezes her eyes shut.

I insert two fingers inside her and pump them up and down. “That’s because you’re a slut for me. Your body sings for me and only me.”

Her hooded eyes open, and she bites her lower lip while she nods her agreement. I take the hand not on her pussy and move it up her waist and over her breasts until I’m at her throat. When we played over the computer, I asked her to gently grip herself and pretend it was me. Now we don’t have to pretend.

I continue to thrust my fingers in and out, my hand wrapping around her throat. “Green?” I ask her.

“Green,” she confirms, near breathless.

I gently grip the smooth column that’s wet from spit and sweat, feeling her pulse thrum beneath my hand. I remove the fingers inside her and go back to her clit, circling harder this time. She swallows beneath my hand and groans in pleasure, so I pick up my speed.

“Such a good little slut,” I praise her. “My slut.” I squeeze her throat harder, and her hips thrust into my hand. “Greedy, too.”

“Sir,” she moans through the pressure on her throat. “Please.”

“Do it,” I demand. “Come, baby.”

There’s a pause in her breath, and I hold her throat just tight enough to constrict some of her air. Her lips part, and her hips buck as she falls into her release. As her body shakes against mine in pleasure, I slide my hand from her clit, placing two fingers inside her so I can feel her inner walls pulse around my fingers.

“So pretty when you come,” I curl my fingers to brush her G-spot so she twitches in my hold. “I can’t wait to feel this cunt I own choking my dick.”

Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I know she did it on purpose. I grip her throat one more time and release, sliding my fingers in and out of her before rubbing her clit. She jumps from the touch on her sensitive nerves, so I have mercy on her, holding her body to mine as she rides the waves of her orgasm.

A few minutes pass before her muscles have stopped spasming, and I run my hand up her thigh, my other arm wrapped around her breasts. My dick is half-hard beneath her, but I don’t mind.

My eyes scan her spent body. It’s flushed, and she’s sweaty. I am, too. The fire has burned down to embers, and at the first sign of a shiver, I kiss her cheek. Lindsey’s eyes are hooded, and there’s a sleepy smile on her face as I shift to get up.

“I’m going to take you to my room and clean you up.”

She starts to move, her heavy eyes opening all the way, but I can tell she’s fighting off sleep. I had a feeling this was where her orgasm would lead, and I have no doubt she’s in her floaty sub headspace. Tonight has been a lot for her, not only in body but in mind, too. On top of that, she works too damn much, and she’s exhausted.