Page 77 of Axe Marks the Spot

“Pinch your nipples again, harder this time.”

She does what I ask, a soft gasp leaving her mouth.

“Good girl. Now use one hand to keep playing with my nipples, and use your other hand to touch my cunt.”

I put emphasis on my because I want her to know that her body now belongs to me while we’re playing. That the only reason she gets to touch herself is because I’m allowing it.

I observe her carefully, and once again, I know I’ve turned her on. Lindsey’s chest and collarbones are completely flushed, all the way up her neck, and her breathing has remained heavy. I bet she’s soaking through her underwear and messing up her couch. Good thing it looks like leather. Next time, I’ll have her get a towel.

She keeps her left hand on her chest while she begins to trail her right down, over the soft rolls of her stomach. I wait with bated breath to see what she’ll do next. I didn’t give her clear instruction to touch herself over her underwear or under, but that was intentional. I want to see where her thoughts go, how comfortable she is right now without using words.

Her hand gets to the elastic band of her shorts, and she doesn’t pause, slipping her hand beneath it. I suppress a groan as her fingers make contact with her pussy. She sighs in pleasure.

“Tell me how wet my cunt is.”

“So wet, Sir.”

“Hmm, do you need to come, baby?”

She nods vigorously. “Yes, Sir.”

“Too bad you were naughty, then.” She growls in frustration, and my sadistic side preens. “Circle my clit for me. Tell me when you’re about to come.”

“It won’t take very long, Sir.”

“Such a needy girl,” I reiterate. “Now do what I asked you to do.”

Lindsey’s hand moves beneath her underwear, legs spread wide for me. It takes less than thirty seconds before her thighs begin to tremble, and I know what’s happening.

“Sir, I’m about to—”

She doesn’t finish her sentence, and I bark, “Remove your hand.”

The command is loud, and she startles, yanking her hand from her shorts.

“Look at me.” She does, and I rumble out praise. “Good girl. Now show me your fingers.”

She shifts and holds them out, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. The light in the room makes her hand glisten, and I’d give a kidney to suck the digits into my mouth.

“Taste yourself,” I command.

I expect her to hesitate, to balk at the idea—some people would. But her lips part, and she slides her pointer finger into her mouth. Confidence exudes from her as she sucks on it, making a show of it. I know what she’s doing; she’s teasing me. Only proving that she is very much a naughty girl.

“What do you taste like, baby?” My voice is husky, dark and edged with desire.

“I taste like yours, Sir.”

Sparks ignite under my skin, her words satisfying me more than I can say. “That’s right. Because your cunt is mine. Now touch that pretty little clit again.”

Lindsey doesn’t hesitate to bring her hand back to her shorts. Her shoulders stay relaxed, and her eyes remain on mine as she inserts her hand beneath the elastic.

“That’s it,” I say, leaning back in my chair to enjoy the show. Her eyes hood, and another whimper escapes her when she touches her swollen nerves. “Green, yellow, or red, Lindsey?”

“Green!” she cries.

“Stop!” I bark. Her hand stops moving, and her eyes pop open. “You were about to come, weren’t you?”

“I was, Sir.”