Page 143 of Axe Marks the Spot

I do it again, making sure to strike the hard bud. “Remember who’s topping who, baby.”

I lean forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth and getting it nice and wet. I could play with her tits for hours and not get bored, but I’m getting impatient to taste her, so I take the cylindrical suction cup and insert her nipple into it, pressing it down on her skin before I slowly start to crank the handle.

The front of my slacks gets wet with pre-cum as her nipple and areola enlarge as they’re sucked into the tube. Lindsey’s breath catches, and I give my attention to her face.

Her brow is pinched, and her mouth is parted, but she’s pushing her breasts forward as if she’s asking for more. I turn the crank again until the skin around her nipple begins to flush, blood pulling to the surface. Her cry of pain and pleasure tells me when to stop, and I pull back to admire my work. I gently flick the cup to make sure it won’t fall off, which makes Lindsey buck her hips again.

I lightly smack the breast that’s free from the suction cup. “Do you like that?”

She nods eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”

“I like it, too.” I suck her left nipple into my mouth to give it the same attention as the other. The chains attached to her handcuffs rattle, and the sound has me grinning around the heated, plush skin. I suck again before pulling back, taking the other suction cup and placing it on her breast. Her eyes are hooded as she observes the nipple expand and rise into the plastic. When I’m satisfied with its tightness, and I’ve made sure it won’t move, I grab the last thing I got for tonight.

I slide the little pink finger vibrator over my pointer finger in front of Lindsey’s gaze so she can see what I’m doing. I click the on button, and a buzzing fills the air. I hold it to Lindsey’s lips.

“Kiss it.” Her lips pucker, and she does it before I trail it down her cheek so she can feel the sensation. When I reach her neck, gliding over her pulse point, she wiggles.

“Ticklish?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I skim the buzzing silicone down her chest. Feeling a little sadistic, I hold it against one of the section cups pulling at her nipples. She arches, chains rattling.

“Oh my god.”

I press the vibrator against the other one, her eyes closing as the pleasure mixed with pain courses through her body. When I see her forehead start to shine with sweat, I gently ease myself off her and situate her so her feet are planted on the mattress and her legs are spread. I stand at the foot of the bed, realizing that the part of my pants that was connected with her pussy is soaked. I fucking love how wet she is for me.

“Eyes on me.”

Her hooded gaze settles on mine as I remove my clothes, the vibrator still buzzing on my finger. My dick is heavy and straining, pre-cum leaking from the slit. I want to be inside her, but I’m not deviating from my plan, especially when my meal is spread out and waiting for me so patiently. Her cunt is literally weeping for me, begging me to taste her.

“You come when I tell you to, do you understand?”

Lindsey nods eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”

I situate myself on the bed between her legs, looping my arms under her thighs and pulling her pussy toward my face. The action is abrupt, and Lindsey squeals, chains rattling until they’re pulled taut and her wrists are straining against the cuffs. I seal my lips around her swollen clit, her squeal turning into a deep moan that melds with mine as her flavor bursts over my tongue.

I’d forgotten how much I enjoy the taste of cunt. But Lindsey’s—it’s the best I’ve ever tasted. She’s tangy and a bit sweet. She moans and squirms under my attention, but I hold her tighter, sucking and lapping at her arousal.

“Sir!” she cries, hips lifting into my mouth.

I pull back and free one of my hands, slapping her clit. Hard. “Do not come yet.”

Her thighs shake, and she groans. It sounds sassy to my ears, so I smack her clit again before I latch my mouth over the bundle of nerves and suck.

“Oh, shit,” she cries.

I move my hands so that I’m pinning her thighs open, taking the finger that has the vibrator on it and running it over her skin as I flick my tongue on her clit.

Her whimpers fill my ears as I continue my torture. I hold her shaking thighs wider as I lick down to her entrance, my tongue dipping in until I feel the fluttering muscles of her inner walls. She’s close to coming, but I don’t want her to yet.

I grip her thighs tighter and lick downward, my tongue exploring the tight ring of muscle that I plan to thoroughly use whenever I fucking want. It is mine, after all.

“Sir!” Lindsey yells when my tongue rims her asshole. “Oh my god!”

I chuckle and continue to lick the sensitive area before swiping my tongue up to find her pussy again. I follow that path a few more times until she’s a sobbing mess, begging me to let her come.

“Please, Sir. I can’t—I don’t know if I can stop it.”