Page 153 of Axe Marks the Spot

Arousal coils low in my stomach. “Please, Sir, may I have your hand?”

He toys with the silver ring of my collar, as he likes to do. This permanent collar has a heart-shaped ring instead of a circle. “Since you said please.”

He snaps his fingers and points to the bed. “Get into position, hands flat on the bed.”

Anticipation surges through me, and I stand with an ease that can only come from practice. Sir walks to our dresser, but I don’t pay attention to him, knowing I’ll take whatever he’s going to give me. I reach our mattress, the one I covered with a waterproof blanket, and get into the position he taught me early on in our relationship.

I lie on my stomach, right cheek against the mattress and hands flat on the bed so my forearms bracket my head. I arch my back as best I can so my ass is up and my legs are spread, putting the pussy he owns on display for him. The cool air of the room ghosts over my heated skin, and my inner thighs are already wet from arousal.

When I’m in position, Sir walks back over. He makes sure to stand where I can see him, and my pussy gets wetter when I note what he’s holding. The thrusting/vibrating butt plug, lube, and a paddle I got him for his birthday last year. It has BRAT etched in it, and it leaves the word imprinted on my skin for a brief time.

His curved smile has my muscles tensing. He doesn’t say anything as he lays the paddle near my head, leaving the plug and lube in his hands.

“Safe word?” he asks.

“Red.”

“Good girl.” He holds up the plug so I can see it better. We’ve used it before, and I’ve taken his dick in my ass many times over in the last two years, but I know when he puts that in, it’s going to make my spanking extra impactful. Not to mention, he likes to fuck me with it inside me, especially since it can thrust and vibrate at the same time.

“I’m going to put this in, and you’re going to take it, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He nods and steps behind me. I exhale to relax my buzzing body, and when his warm, strong hand slides over the flesh of my ass, I sigh in relief. I needed his touch more than I needed air.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you need, baby,” Sir says as he continues to stroke my skin. “I’m going to take care of you.”

The bridge of my nose stings, and I nod into the mattress. I don’t know if he sees it or not, but he knows those words mean everything to me.

His hand glides down my spine before he takes his touch away. A second later, cool lube is squirted between my ass cheeks, and he opens me up with one hand while the other brings the rounded silicone edge of the plug to my tight ring of muscle. Sir is quiet while he plays, dipping the tip in and out, teasing me as he always does.

My body tenses when the tip slips further in. “Breathe. You can take it. It’s not even close to the size of my dick.”

His very “Dane” comment has me smiling into the mattress, but it does the trick. I release a breath, and he slips the plug farther in, gently kneading my ass cheek as he does.

“That’s it. I love watching your greedy hole take my plug.”

I moan and push my ass back. His devious chuckle meets my ears as he adds more lube before twisting the toy around in circles, stretching me until I’m relaxed enough for him to push it all the way in. The moment it settles, the burn and stretch makes me whine. Sir praises me again and taps the broad end of the toy before playing with my ass some more.

He spreads my cheeks and kneads them, digging his nails in hard then pulling back. My pussy gets wetter the more he plays, and mixed with the burning sensation from the plug, I’m a live wire. I’ve been with him long enough to know he’s doing it on purpose so my body is overly sensitive and I feel the impact of his coming strikes deeply and fully.

“Hmm,” he says. “So pretty.” His hand comes down on my ass, and I clench around the plug. It wasn’t a strong hit but a promise of what’s to come.

Sir rubs over where he just smacked. “You get restless when you don’t feel my hand on you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I moan when he plays with the plug. He hasn’t turned on the vibration or the thrusting yet, but I know they’re coming.

“You need my rules, my discipline,” he continues. “You need the reminder of who you belong to.”

“I do, Sir.” I moan again as he twists the plug.

“Then let me remind you.” His palm comes down on my ass, and my hips thrust toward the bed as I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out.

Dane must see it because he moves, leaning on the bed so he can run his finger over my lip, pulling it from my teeth. “No need for that. We’re all alone, and I want to hear your sweet cries. If I didn’t, I would have gagged you.” He taps my cheek and stands up straight, moving behind me again.

“Ten spanks by my hand,” he decrees. “Then we’ll do five with the paddle. You’ll count each one.”

“Yes, Sir.”