Page 70 of Axe Marks the Spot

I’m sorry, Sir. Did my comment make you uncomfortable?

Me

No, but you’re playing with fire.

The bubbles pop up, and then go down again. Then they pop up and go down again. She does this for a while before a message finally comes through.

Lindsey

Will you tell me then, Sir?

Me

Tell you what?

Lindsey

What it would be like if I were your submissive.

A possessive clawing itches at my chest, and my desire to find out where she lives so I can remind her exactly who she belongs to takes over. The urge is unexpected, like everything with Lindsey, but instead of stuffing it down, I embrace it.

Me

You are my submissive, Lindsey. Or have you forgotten?

Her response comes quickly, and the clawing at my chest is satisfied for a moment.

Lindsey

I haven’t forgotten. I know I’m your submissive, Sir.

Me

Then what is it you meant?

Lindsey

What would it be like if I was your submissive and you came home to find me starting without you. How would you punish me?

Fuuuck. Blood rushes from my brain to my dick, and I know this has already gone too far. We’ve already crossed lines that we can’t come back from. In any other scenario, I would have ended it with a submissive who asked me this. I would have ended our relationship well before this because of my reactions to her, like when I called her baby.

Everything about this, about our talks, goes against my rules. Goes against what I’ve tried to maintain and build with my clients. But with Lindsey…

I want to break the rules for her.

Me

If you want the answer, we need to discuss it, and I need your consent. Not only that, I need to see your face and hear your voice when you say it. Are you able to do that?

I’m expecting a message. But instead, my screen flashes with an incoming video call. It rings once, twice, my heart thudding hard in my chest. Then I click accept.

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Lindsey

WHAT AM I DOING? has been the question running through my mind since I typed out my unhinged comment on his video, a video that did things to me and made me want the world to know that he’s mine. Even if he’s not technically mine.

You are my submissive, Lindsey. Or have you forgotten?