Page 73 of Axe Marks the Spot

A sly smile lights his features, and he leans back in the chair. “Correct me if I’m wrong, Lindsey. But on your questionnaire, you said you’d be into exploring role-play. Is that correct?”

My nipples tighten almost painfully, and my breasts feel heavy with the need for touch. “I did, Sir.”

“Your breathing picked up. Does that mean my question excited you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to play together a little, or is that too much for you?”

“You want to role-play right now, Sir?”

He chuckles. “Do you have a better time? I can check my schedule.”

“Now is fine,” I say eagerly.

Dane steeples his fingers, a sly smirk on his lips. “Check in with yourself, and then let me know how you feel about it. Green, yellow, or red?”

I inhale a breath and close my eyes. I’ve never role-played before, but it’s always something that’s interested me. I tried to get Jeremy into it once by coming home with a naughty nurse costume, but he made me feel like it was stupid.

I know Dane won’t make me feel stupid. I may not know him well, but he’s only ever made me feel safe from the moment we started talking. I do believe him when he says he’ll take care of me. He’s already been doing that, even when I pushed back out of fear.

I open my eyes back up, breathing more evenly now. “Green, Sir.”

“Remember, you can use your safe words at any time. They’re there for a reason.”

“Thank you, Sir. I trust you.”

“I’m happy to hear that, baby. But even so, remember your safe words.”

God, every time he calls me baby, I think my panties melt again as a rush of arousal courses through me. He sees me shift on the couch, my thighs squeezing together, and he licks his lips.

“Are you wet for me already?” he asks.

I don’t know what I expected to come out of his mouth, but it wasn’t that, and his words hit me right on the clit. My cheeks heat, and I nod.

“What was that?” he asks in a demanding tone.

“I am, Sir.”

Dane rubs his fingers over his beard, and I want to be the one threading my fingers through the coarse strands. “You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?”

The simmer in his eyes along with the cock of one brow tells me the gears have switched. This is the role-play. The nerves I felt ball in my stomach like a rock.

I must look like a scared deer because he leans forward toward the screen a bit, features warmer. “Don’t think, just play,” he says. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, alright?”

I nod. “Okay.”

“Good, Lindsey. Now tell me, have you been a bad girl, getting wet without me?”

“I–I have, Sir.”

“Hmm.” He leans back in his chair, putting his laptop on his thighs. I can see more of him now at this angle. His torso, the strength of his forearms, and the fire flicking over his skin and bulging veins. God, he’s hot. I can’t believe he wants to do this with me of all people, but I push that thought away and try to be in the moment.

“I explicitly told you to wait for me until I got home from work. But here you are, touching yourself without my permission.”

I suck in a breath, my heart pounding harder in my chest. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I answer, playing along like he said. “I was impatient. You were gone for a long time.”

“What did I tell you about being sorry?”