Page 74 of Axe Marks the Spot

“That you’d prefer if apologies came with a way to hold myself accountable so I don’t continue my bad behavior.”

“But you were a bad girl the last time I asked you to wait, too. Were you not?”

“Was I, Sir?”

“You don’t remember?”

I shake my head, falling into the role-play, my breaths still short but not because I’m nervous anymore. It’s because I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my life. “Can you please refresh my memory, Sir?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He pauses. “I came home and found you touching that sweet pussy of yours without my permission. I put you over my knee and spanked your ass red. You were dripping and begging for my cock by the time it was over.”

My breath hitches as I imagine it in my mind’s eye. “I remember now, Sir.”

“You couldn’t sit for a whole day could you, baby?” I bite my lip and shake my head in answer. “Apparently, that wasn’t a good enough lesson, and I need to do better,” he says.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll accept whatever punishment you have in mind.”

His dark chuckle returns. “So eager to be punished. Maybe you did this on purpose, hoped that I would find you touching what belongs to me.”

I swallow hard and rub my thighs together in need, jostling my laptop in my desire to ease the pulsing between my legs.

Dane tsks, the sound is menacing coming through the speakers. “Did you just rub your thighs together?”

I flush at being caught, even if it wasn’t a completely conscious move. “I did, Sir.”

“Poor thing, so desperate to be touched.”

My chest heaves, and my skin feels hot. I think my clit has developed its own heartbeat, and I swear I might come from the role-play alone. That would be embarrassing.

“Had you waited for me, I’d already have my mouth on your sweet cunt.”

My eyes widen at his dirty words. I’m not used to talking like this. Jeremy would have never called my pussy a cunt—I don’t think he even called it pussy. Honestly, I don’t think I would have liked it if he did. But when Dane says it? I like it. I like it a lot.

He continues. “But that won’t be happening tonight. Why do you think that is?”

“Because I disobeyed you,” I answer, near breathless.

“Yes, yes, you did,” he tsks again. “And Lindsey”—I stare into his mischievous eyes—“bad girls don’t get my mouth. Do you know what they get?”

“What, Sir?”

Dane strokes his long fingers down his well-trimmed beard. My eyes follow the movement with rapt attention. “They get edged by their own hand.”

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Dane

LINDSEY’S EYES WIDEN, AND my dick kicks against the zipper of my jeans. It’s been awhile since I’ve done this type of role-play with a live person, not just talking to myself on a video. Even longer since I’ve done anything sexual over video chat with a partner. Thankfully, it’s not something you forget how to do, and with Lindsey, it doesn’t feel awkward. She’s a natural, even if I can tell she doesn’t think so. She’s a bit nervous, but I would be, too, in her position.

“Edged, Sir?”

Her innocence, the way she asks questions, how she calls me Sir in that sweet fucking voice…goddamn. I’m a fucking goner for her already. It’s why I’m doing this scene with her before we’ve revised our agreement, even though I know better. But like everything with Lindsey, I do things I don’t plan or expect.

“Hmm, someone always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” Lindsey’s eyes widen, and I continue. “You’re going to bring yourself to the edge of orgasm, then stop.”

“Stop, Sir?”

My cheek twitches in a half grin. “Bad girls don’t get to come, remember?”