Page 142 of Axe Marks the Spot

I swallow but answer without hesitation. “I would, Sir.”

He strokes my cheek then traces the curves of my lips. “Thought so.”

My lips turn up in a smile at his familiar, cocky ease, and he smiles back at me. He strokes my lips again, the tip of his finger slipping in before he abruptly pulls back and stands to his full height.

“Strip. You have fifteen seconds.”

His eyebrow cocks when I don’t move.

“Starting now.”

42

Dane

LINDSEY’S HAZY FOCUS DISSIPATES when she realizes I’m serious. I sit on the edge of the bed, arms crossed and eyes never leaving her body as she stands on wobbly legs. She needs to work on shifting from different submissive positions, but that’s something we can address during her training period.

My attention shifts to my collar around her neck, to the silver O-ring glinting in the dim light of the room. It’s an odd feeling to look at it, to know she only accepted it shortly before this moment, but it feels as if it’s always been there, like her neck was simply waiting for the physical version of it from the second we met. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t already imagining a permanent one, but this one suits her, and she looks beautiful. All mine.

I lift my gaze up her body. She’s almost naked now, her clothes on the floor beside her. The last thing to go is her cute thong, the thong I nearly ripped from her body. I think she would have liked it if I had, but if I’d gone through with it, I would have rutted her into the floor like a wild animal. I have control, but that only goes so far when the woman of my dreams is presenting herself to me in such a cute little outfit, one that had me thinking of classroom fantasies where I bend her over my desk and smack her round ass with a ruler for forgetting to do her assignment.

Lindsey steps out of her thong and drops it in a pile next to her with her clothes and the heels she had on before. Later, I’ll teach her how to fold them how I like, but not tonight. We’ll settle official protocols outside of the ones we set during our first agreement amendment when I don’t have the desire to claim her body with my cock and hear her screaming my name loud enough to wake the entire forest outside.

Her dilated eyes meet mine, and she shifts on her feet. I know she’s fighting her natural desire to cover herself. Over time, that desire will be eradicated.

“Beautiful,” I muse. Then I stand, commanding, “Now crawl onto the bed. Lie flat on your back, arms above your head, and legs spread. Show me what you’ve freely given to me.”

She scurries to the mattress and crawls on top of the waterproof blanket I had the forethought to put down. She positions herself as I asked, her body in beautiful surrender and cunt wet with her arousal. I note her chest is heaving from her short breaths, and her eyes are staring up at the ceiling.

I move so I’m standing next to her. “Lindsey, look at me.”

Her head turns, and I note her jaw is clenched. I sit on the bed and caress her cheek before bending down to kiss her. She sighs against my mouth, and I deepen the kiss briefly before pulling away to look into her eyes.

“Your body is mine, and everything that’s mine is perfect. Do you understand?” She exhales and nods while I stroke her cheek. “If you’d like, I can get you a blindfold, let you relax into the sensations.”

She shakes her head. “No, Sir. Please, I want to see you.”

I kiss her softly again. “Good, I want to see your eyes when my dick enters that sweet pussy for the first time, too. But before that…” She moans when I pull away, and I hold back a smile. “Stay in this position—don’t move.”

Her body stills, and I get off the bed to walk to my dresser where I have a few things waiting. I grab what I put out for tonight and go back to where my good little slut has not moved. My gaze travels down her plush body, taking in her pert nipples, wet pussy, flushed skin. Fuck, she really is perfect for me.

I lay the items near her head before I move over her, straddling her body. She looks up at me with hooded eyes, my hard cock pressing against her softness through my slacks. I smirk down at her before I reach to where I have cuffs attached to the corners of the headboard with short chains, something I installed earlier for this exact moment.

“You said you were interested in light bondage,” I say as I secure one cuff to her left wrist. “Tug on it for me.” She does, and I hum in satisfaction. Once I’ve done the other one, I sit back, making sure not to put too much weight on her.

Her arms are above her head, but now they’re secured with the leather-padded cuffs. I have her tug again to see her range of motion. She can squirm and move a bit, but she won’t be able to touch or grab me. Another day, I’ll secure her legs, too, but this is perfect for now.

“How does it feel?” I ask her.

“Green, Sir.”

I smile at her use of the traffic light system. “Good. You remember to tell me at any time if it’s too much?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I lean forward to reach for one of the other things I’d placed near her head. I grab one of the small white suction cups sitting there and show it to her. Her brow furrows, and I bring it to my lips, wetting it. She watches with interest as I take her right breast in my hand, squeezing it and plucking at her already hard nipple. Her hips push up against me, and I gently slap her breast.

“Oh!” she gasps.