Page 144 of Axe Marks the Spot

I lick back to her clit, swirling my tongue around the hard nub. “You have been such a good girl.” I press the vibrator on my finger to her clit, and she jackknifes off the bed, straining harder against her cuffs.

“Sir!”

I slide two fingers into her entrance, fingers curling to find her G-spot. I begin to thrust in and out at a pace I know will make her body sing for me. I lower my lips back down to her clit and suck, alternating the suction of my mouth with the vibrator along with the thrusts of my fingers. I want to overload her body so she doesn’t know what she’s feeling, so when I tell her to come, she floats among the stars with my name on her lips.

Without my hands holding her open, her thighs clamp around my head, and I drown in her scent and taste.

“Dane—Sir—oh, fuck. Please, may I come? Please, may I come, Sir?”

I fuck her faster with my fingers and manage to look up at her face. She’s staring down at me, skin flushed, the suction cups still on her breasts, and her body coated in a sheen of sweat. Her lower body tenses, and her thighs squeeze around me. She has been such a good girl, and I’m ready to see her fall apart.

“Do it, baby. Fucking soak me.”

Her head presses back into the bed as I take her clit into my mouth and thrust my fingers hard into her cunt, adding a third one for good measure. She shakes and cries my name as her orgasm crashes through her body.

Wetness coats my fingers, and I have no doubt she squirted for me. I’d bet money I’m the first and only man who has ever make her do that. I lap at her cum, tasting it and groaning as its heady flavor covers my tongue.

I eat her out until she’s a quivering mess, her thighs clamping at my head like a heartbeat. When I press her legs open with my palms, her hips shift and chains clink as she tries to get away from me. I don’t let her, cleaning her sensitive cunt and swallowing every last drop of what’s mine.

After I’m fully sated, I kiss her clit and turn off the vibrator, setting it on the bed. I ease up her body, still holding her thighs open and kissing the shaking skin. It’s salty from sweat, but I worship every space of skin I can get to.

I trail up until I’m at her lower stomach, nipping gently at her C-section scar and the skin of her belly, over the faint lines of stretch marks and dimples. I run my tongue over her heart, which I can feel beating, then to her tits being tortured by the suction cups. I leave them for now, licking the swells and then up her sternum until I reach her face. It’s wet from tears, and I devour them, kissing over her flushed cheeks until our eyes meet.

Her breathing is hard, my beard soaked like I asked her to do. Her eyes are hazy, but there’s a satisfied smile on her lips.

“You did so good.” I kiss her softly. I do it again and again until her breathing is more even and she’s dropped back down into her body. I bump the tip of her nose with mine, and her smile widens.

“You okay to keep going?”

“Green,” she says eagerly.

I nibble at her lips until she opens for me, sucking on her tongue. She moans at the action, her hips lifting so my cock drags against her wetness, making me hiss.

I reach up and flick the suction cup on her nipple. She cries out, and I swallow it with my mouth, turning her into a puddle beneath me once again before I pull back. “Does my needy slut want her Sir’s dick?”

Her desperate whimper is all the answer I need, but like a good girl, she uses her words. “Yes, Sir. Please, I need your dick inside me.”

I finger her collar and tug on the ring, enjoying the way she flushed a deeper red after she finished her plea, like she can’t believe those words came out of her dirty little mouth.

“Well.” I nip at her lower lip. “Since you asked so nicely.”

43

Lindsey

MY BODY IS WRECKED in the best way, and Dane’s giant dick hasn’t even split me in two yet. He kisses me again, the taste of my cum now on my lips. I moan into his mouth, hands still bound and nipples still in the suction cups he put on them.

I thought my orgasms couldn’t get better after the last one I had on his lap a couple of weeks ago, but I was wrong. Now I’m wondering if each one will top the one before. I smile against his lips, and he pulls back.

“What?” his questions.

I shake my head. “Nothing, just—happy, Sir.”

His hazel eyes are dark with need before he nips at my lips then kisses down my neck. I want to put my fingers in his hair and bring him back, but all I can do is strain against the cuffs.

He sucks on my pulse point then shifts to my breasts. My gaze follows his actions as he gently starts to unscrew one of the suction cups.

I hiss as the blood travels through the once-suctioned skin, the sensation of pins and needles spreading through my breast. Sir studies my reaction carefully, and when he sees I’m okay, he brings his lips down and runs his tongue over the suction lines before sucking my nipple into his mouth.