Page 78 of Axe Marks the Spot

“Pinch those nipples again for me. Harder this time.” Her hand reaches up, and I add, “With both hands.”

She huffs. If she’s already this wound up, she’s in for the ride of her life because I’m far from done yet. She pulls her hand from her shorts, bringing it along with her other to her breasts. Once in place, she follows my order, fingers pinching the hard buds. Her moans of pleasure reach my ears, and I wait until they turn to whimpers. Then I tell her to stop yet again.

“Sensitive?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whines.

“Hmm, I bet. But you’re being such a good girl for me.”

“Thank you, Sir. I want to be good.”

“I know you do, and you’re making me very happy. Now touch yourself again, but this time, put your fingers into that tight pussy.”

A sound akin to a whine filters through the speakers, and I have no doubt I’m going to come in my pants by the time this is over. But I’m beyond the point of caring.

Lindsey reaches her hand down again, pressing her head back into the couch. My gaze zeros in on the space between her legs, and I watch as the fabric of her shorts moves, getting a peek at the dark hair covering her soft mound. I know the exact moment her fingers enter her cunt because she moans, and I can hear how fucking wet she is.

God-fucking-dammit. I rest my head back against my chair, cock throbbing. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes! God, yes!”

“Pinch your nipple while you fuck yourself.”

Lindsey pinches and moans, her hips bucking off the couch.

“That’s it, baby.”

“Sir, I—oh god, I—”

I yell out a command to stop again, and she groans, body deflating back against the cushion. I let her come down from her near orgasm, have her sit with the feeling of frustration before I bring her attention back to me. “You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”

Her cheeks flush a deeper red, and I note that she liked that praise for the future.

“I think my good girl deserves a reward for following directions. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Of course you would,” I remark.

Her chin dips, and if I were in the room with her, I’d grab it to make her look at me. “Lindsey,” I say sternly. Her eyes snap to mine. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good, Sir.”

“If you touch yourself again when I tell you not to, I won’t be as forgiving. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“You have sixty seconds to make yourself come.”

She blinks at me, and I cock an eyebrow back.

“Now it’s fifty-five.”

Lindsey’s eyes widen, but she lays back again, her hand working her clit faster this time. Her eyes flutter closed, and I let her do it. I want her to enjoy her first orgasm with me in whatever way is most comfortable for her.

I hadn’t planned on letting her come this soon. I wanted to edge her longer to punish her for her fake transgression, but seeing her now, teetering on the edge, I don’t want to deny her. I know she needs this release just as much as I need to see her have it at my command.

“So beautiful,” I say, loud enough so she can hear.