Page 79 of Axe Marks the Spot

“Sir—” She whimpers.

“Clock’s ticking,” I tease.

“Sir—I, I don’t think—”

“Bring your free hand to your throat.” She does as I ask, and her hips start to rise off the couch as she places it there. “Now pretend it’s my hand. You can feel the calluses on my fingers, the heat from my grip, can’t you, baby?”

“Oh, fuck, I—” she cries.

“Grip that pretty throat for me.”

Her fingers tighten, and her other hand circles her clit faster.

“Come, Lindsey,” I growl.

“Dane!” she cries. My name sounds like a melody as it spills from her lips. She shouldn’t have called me Dane during a scene, but I’d be a fucking liar if I said I didn’t fucking like it.

Lindsey whimpers, still holding back, and I focus on her final seconds before release.

“I’ve got you. Let go and come.” The command in my tone is final, and her back arches off the couch. I press the heel of my palm over my jeans without thinking. I grunt quietly as her thighs shake and her body twitches and trembles as she comes. She cries my name again, loud enough that it echoes through my speakers like the last note of a song.

My own orgasm rips through my body, and warm cum coats my lower stomach and soaks my boxers, my cock twitching as my submissive’s stunning body begins to float down from her high.

Lindsey’s staccato breaths fill my ears as she sags back into the couch, her eyes still closed. I ignore the fact that I came in my pants and keep my attention on her.

I let her float in her post-orgasm high for a few more minutes before I break the silence. “You did so well, baby. Can you open your eyes and look at me?”

Her eyelids flutter open; her pupils are still dilated. If I was there, I’d clean her up and hold her against my chest until she fell asleep, but that’s not possible for us now. Aftercare will look a little different virtually.

“Green, yellow, or red?” I ask.

“Green,” she breathes, her voice husky and sated. “Very green.”

“That’s good. You made me very pleased.”

“I’m glad, Sir.”

Her voice is sleepy, and I know that dreams will soon take her if I don’t get her moving. “Do you have water beside you?” She nods. “Drink that now.”

Lindsey shifts and grabs a cup from next to the lamp. I make sure she drinks it all before I give my next order. “Do you have enough strength to wash up?”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, a little more awake now.

“Good, go do that, and I’ll wait for you.”

She shifts on the couch but stops before she gets up. “What about you, Sir?”

“What about me?” I ask.

“Shouldn’t I take care of you, too?”

My pulse quickens. “You’re such a good girl for asking, but you already took care of me.” I don’t elaborate by sharing I came in my pants. All she needs to know is I’m satisfied. “Now go, wash up.”

She opens her mouth to say more, but I send her a look that tells her she won’t get any more from me. She smiles softly, then stands.

A few minutes later, she’s back, a sleepy look on her face. A face that looks relaxed and at ease, which makes me happy. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. Really good. Thank you, Sir.”