Page 76 of Axe Marks the Spot

I pack that away for another time, knowing what I have to do for now. Normally, I’d have my submissive look at me during this, keep eye contact to make it more intense for them. But that is not what Lindsey needs. She needs to drop into her body and allow herself to feel without worrying about seeing her own reflection.

“Rest your head back on the couch, and close your eyes,” I say.

Lindsey’s shoulders finally relax once she’s in position, and the tightness in my chest lessens a bit.

“Good girl. Now exhale and spread your legs wider. Let me see what you’re freely giving me, what belongs to me.”

She smiles as she does what I ask. I noticed that before, that she likes when I claim her. Fuck if I don’t like it, too. It satisfies my Dom, but it also makes me want to do very dirty things to her.

The image of her at my feet wearing my collar comes to mind, but that’s not something she’s ready for yet. She may never want that. I mean, fuck, do I want that?

My dick twitches as if it’s answering for me, and I refocus on the beautiful woman submitting through the screen, waiting for my next command.

“Keep your eyes closed, and tell me how you feel,” I say.

She swallows, her arms at her sides. “Exposed, Sir.”

“Green, yellow, or red?”

“Green, Sir.”

“It’s time for your punishment, baby. Are you ready to atone for your bad behavior?”

“Yes, Sir,” she responds, chest moving up and down in clipped breaths of excitement.

I can see the disks of her hard nipples protruding through her thin white T-shirt. I remember how they felt against my chest that first day we ran into each other—I’ve never been able to forget.

Now, in the light, with her at my mercy, I can study her chest. Her tits are small, maybe not even a handful, but they’re fucking perfect. Suckable, bitable. Exactly right for nipple clamps or suction cups.

“Bring your hands to your chest and play with your nipples through your shirt. Get yourself wetter for me.”

A whimper leaves her lips and goes straight to my groin. I shift on my chair but remain focused on the woman giving herself to me so willingly. I’m about to ask her if that’s too much, but her hands lift up, and she tentatively rubs her fingers over the hard nubs. A soft moan echoes through the speakers, and it’s nearly my undoing. I’m too fucking old to come in my pants, but it might happen.

“That’s it, baby. Are you imagining my hands playing with you?”

She nods, and I chuckle. “Was that a yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you had listened to my command, those would have been my hands, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I tsk. “Such a naughty girl. Now pinch them for me, tell me how it feels.”

She does as I ask, her butt gently shifting on the couch. “It feels good, Sir.”

“Do you like the pain?”

She pinches her nipple again, and I know the answer before she moans out, “Yes, Sir.”

“If you had been good, I’d have my mouth on your tits right now. I’d bite your cute nipples until you screamed. Would you like that?”

She nods before remembering her words. “Y-yes.”

Her butt shifts again, her legs inching closer together. I snap my fingers, and she stops. “Don’t you close those legs, Lindsey.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”