Page 83 of Axe Marks the Spot

“Do you see it?”

“Yes, what did you get me?”

“Take the bag, and go to the bathroom. Don’t open it until you’re inside.”

My fluttering heart beats faster as I do what he says, grateful there’s a one-stall bathroom in the break room that also houses a shower. I have no idea what could be in this bag; I’m completely drawing a blank.

I click the lock then go to the sink where I can place the present on the edge of the porcelain.

“Okay, I’m opening it.” Dane doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s still there. I can hear birds chirping from wherever he is.

I open the simple white gift bag with white tissue inside. Then I pull out the box, blushing the moment I read what’s inside.

“Sir,” I say quietly. “You can’t be serious.”

“I was going to save this for later, for after you got out of work, but I think you’re in need of a lesson.”

“Sir,” I whisper even though I know nobody can see or hear me. “A panty vibrator?”

“I’ve cleaned it for you and set it up. It’s connected to an app on my phone, so I can control it from anywhere, even another state.”

I swallow. “You want me to wear this at work?”

His low hum comes through the phone, and I know without feeling it that I’m wet. Very wet. “What if I’m with a patient?”

“Then I guess you’d better practice your poker face, baby.”

“You’re serious?”

“Would I tell you to do something if I wasn’t serious?”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Remember, Lindsey. You can tell me no. I will not be upset.”

I believe him, too. “I’m not saying no.”

“Then put that little toy inside your panties and tell me when it’s done.”

His low command sends a shiver up my spine, and I place my phone on the sink. I take the little ridged silicone toy that will fit snugly against my clit in one hand and pull down my scrubs and underwear with the other.

I was right: I’m wet, nearly as wet as I was the last time we played. I wipe away the wet spot with a paper towel then put the toy where it’s meant to go, pulling up my underwear to help keep it in place. Once my scrubs are secure, I wash my hands and pick my phone back up.

“It’s done, Sir.”

“How does it feel?”

It’s a strange sensation, having an odd-shaped piece of silicone between the lips of your vulva. The textured part presses against my clit, and while it’s not comfortable, it’s not horrible, either. But I haven’t walked yet.

“Interesting, Sir.”

“Bad interesting or good interesting?”

“I don’t know yet.”

He chuckles at the same time the toy comes to life against my clit. I stifle a cry and almost drop my phone. The buzzing is intense against my sex, and my eyes water.

“Dane,” I choke.