Page 36 of Axe Marks the Spot

Did you get called away to work or does that feel uncomfortable?

I smirk to myself before answering, almost typing Impatient much? but holding myself back. Pretty sure that would get me in trouble, even if the idea does excite me for reasons I’m not going to touch right now considering I should be working, not messaging my Dom by the nurse’s station.

Me

Sorry, making lunch ahead of time does sound annoying, but I know it will be good for me.

I don’t know why, but I feel like I can hear him chuckling through the phone, and I realize I was still a bit snarky by saying it was annoying. The little bubbles appear on-screen as he types, my stomach fluttering as I wait for his answer.

Sir

You can feel annoyed, but remember, you’re not doing this because it’s fun, you’re doing it because it sets you up for success. And I expect you to follow through because you agreed this was important.

My skin prickles as I read the message, hearing him say it in that deep and commanding tone of his in my mind. I stand up straighter as I answer.

Me

You’re right, Sir. I did.

Sir

I’d like you to message me when your meals are packed for tomorrow. Send me a picture to show me you did what I asked of you, understood?

A little bit of that annoyance flares in my gut, but this is what I signed up for. I need someone to hold me accountable. And I’ll admit, there’s a pull in my gut—despite my annoyance—that needs to do what he asked, that wants so desperately to do it. That’s even excited to send him the picture and get his praise.

Me

Yes, Sir. I understand.

Sir

We need to address the commitment you broke and how to rectify it so you think twice before doing it again.

So much for not imagining naughty things at work. Like lightning, an image of him putting me over his knees, his sexy forearms flexing as his hand comes down on my bottom flashes behind my eyelids. I know that’s not the kind of punishment I’m going to get for breaking my commitment, but…I can’t help but think it would be nice.

I suck in a breath, the sterile antiseptic smell of the ER reminding me I’m at work and that this agreement with him is not going to get me spanked, laid, or both. I type out my answer, a simple…

Me

Okay, I’m ready.

…even though I’m not sure I’m ready. His response comes a minute later, and I read it thoroughly.

Sir

No scrolling Loopr or any social media tonight. I’m going to send you a locking app to download. Once you have it set up, give me your password so I also have access. This will allow me to lock you out of your social media apps and tell me if you access them with the password against my command. If you break it, there will be consequences. I would also like you to write a reflection while journaling tonight. It can be a few sentences on how today felt and how you’ll do better tomorrow.

It sounds like a lot, but in reality, I know it’s not. He’s here to help me. He has my best interest at heart. Even if this feels hard, I know it wasn’t meant to be easy.

This was something we talked about at length on our call last night. He warned me there’d be a lot that came up while working together, feelings I may have never felt before or have revolted against in the past. Like when I was a kid and got grounded or had privileges taken away. But thinking about that part of our conversation only reminds me why I signed our agreement. By doing this, I not only help myself but Kas, too. It doesn’t hurt that it’s also something I truly want, something that excites me even in these uncomfortable moments.

Me

Yes, Sir.

Sir

Remember, Lindsey. This isn’t about punishment, it’s about making sure this lesson sticks. Now, go do your job, and we’ll check in tonight. I expect you to hold yourself to the standard we both know you’re capable of.