Page 84 of Axe Marks the Spot

“Still interesting?” he asks in an amused tone. The bastard.

“Intense,” I manage to get out. The buzzing stops, and I inhale a long breath.

“Are you alive over there?” he asks.

“Barely.”

His laughter comes through the phone again before the buzzing starts in a bold pattern that hits hard then retracts before buzzing for a few long seconds. I grip the phone in one hand and the sink in the other, clamping my thighs together while trying not to cry out.

“I’m giving you five minutes to come,” Dane announces. “Then you need to eat something and get back to work, understand?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. I didn’t think he was going to let me come so soon, but I’m grateful for it and am not going to question it.

“Remember to be quiet; you don’t want someone to hear you.” The moment he finishes speaking, the pattern stops, and he must put it on the highest setting because I can hear it buzzing.

I grip the phone harder and move to press my head against the tile wall, clamping my hand over my mouth.

“I’m imagining you right now, baby, in your cute little scrubs, your cheeks flushed. I bet you’re making a mess in your panties, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I squeak out.

He chuckles again, deeper and more mischievous this time, and it’s almost my undoing. The high-speed buzzing lowers, and I inhale a shaky breath. My clit is tingling, and my hard nipples rub against the cups of my bra.

“Lindsey, Lindsey, Lindsey,” he chants. “Such a good girl when you want to be.”

“Sir,” I whimper. “I’m going to—”

“Do it, baby.”

He switches the setting of the toy to high, and I bite my hand as a strong orgasm rips through me and I whine in pleasure.

“I wish I could see you right now. I bet your body is craving my touch. I bet you’d do anything to feel my hands on you, isn’t that right?”

My “Yes, Sir” is strained, and my eyes are stinging from all the sensations. Dane hasn’t stopped the vibrations yet, and my orgasm won’t quit. I almost drop the phone as another, more desperate whimper leaves my lips.

“You want me to stop?”

“Y-yes, oh fuck,” I say as the vibrations become almost painful against my clit.

“Give me another one.”

“Sir—”

“I said, give me another one, Lindsey,” he growls through the phone.

The vibrations pulse in high and strong patterns, and despite thinking I can’t, my body listens to him. “Shit,” I moan as a second one hits. “Fuck.”

“Shhhh, baby,” Dane coos. “Don’t want anyone to come running.”

I’m about to ask him to stop when the vibrations cease and my body sags. My forehead is still pressed against the cool tile as I drag air into my lungs and try to calm down.

“You did so well, coming twice for me at work.”

I almost sob from his praise, my body floating high like it did the other night. I never thought full-body orgasms like this were possible, and he’s not even giving them to me directly. I decide that for his birthday, whenever that is, I’m getting him a plaque that says “Orgasm God” because that’s what he is.

“Still alive?” he asks.

“Barely, Sir.”