Page 87 of Axe Marks the Spot

Since our little scene in the bathroom earlier, I haven’t stopped thinking about her. I’ve been itching to play with the toy inside her panties, but I’m waiting. I wouldn’t tease her while she was with patients, putting her job or the people in her care at risk, but the idea of making her wear the toy was for her to wonder when and if I would click the button. Not only would she think of me all day, but it was also the ultimate surrender of her control.

It was a little lesson for her, of course, but it was also for me to see how far she’d go to please me and how deep her trust is. But her luck will run out soon, because at a minute past seven, I’ll send her a little pulse to remind her that she’s mine to play with. That had I wanted to, I could have clicked the toy on while she worked, even if I never would.

I grin and open my fridge, pulling out some chicken breast, sweet potato, and green beans I meal-prepped on Sunday. It makes me think of Kas and our interaction at the diner over my protein omelet. She’d probably think this meal is just as disgusting. It’s not bad, but it’s not great, either. It’s fuel and does the job. It’s also easy to prep for myself and keeps well for reheating. It’s practical, just like most things in my life.

What’s not practical, however, is the way I’m thinking of feeding Lindsey a bite of my food. I open my utensil drawer and remember how her lips closed around my fork when I fed her a piece of my food at the diner. She chewed slowly, almost sensually, which made me think about all sorts of things, most importantly, how nice it was to feed her. How she took the bite I offered so easily.

Feeding her wasn’t just about the food. It was about care, control, and trust, all wrapped up in one small moment.

That thought leads to Fox’s texts, and I know he’s right to call me out about the in-person scenes. While the amended contract we signed includes a sexual dynamic between us now, I have not asked her to come over.

I thought it best we work up to it and let it happen naturally, even if the desire to ask her on a date has been on the tip of my tongue. Not that we’ve had the time between our busy schedules. Lindsey’s, in particular, is chaotic, something I hope we can fix once I look at her finances. She may have sent me what I requested on one of her breaks, but I have yet to check my email.

I pop my food in my toaster oven and lean against my counter as my phone alarm goes off, telling me it’s time to play. I open the app to the toy and wait for it to connect. I’ve never played with a toy like this before, not in this way, at least.

I’ve used toys in scenes in the past, but I saw this online and had to get it, knowing it would be the perfect toy for this virtual relationship Lindsey and I have been building. I even drove down the mountain to a larger town to pick it up at my PO box—along with some other toys for the future—so I’d get it faster.

I open the different controls and click the one that will send one sharp pulse then pause and move into a low and steady vibration. I imagine her filling out her end-of-day reports or maybe talking to a coworker. I wonder if she made a noise and blew it off as a cramp or something. Or maybe she’s alone and is pressing her head against the cool metal of the locker, attempting not to come.

There’s no way she’s not turned on. Even though I didn’t touch the toy all day, she’ll be wet for me. I can guarantee it.

Fifteen minutes later, as I’m finishing up my food, a message on my encrypted app comes through.

Lindsey

I’m sending you a bill for new underwear.

I smile around my food and type a message back.

Me

I’d be happy to buy you some. As long as I get to pick them out.

With the new dynamic we’re building, I don’t feel like a creep imagining dirty things with her anymore. Like what her shapely body would look like in lacy underwear I’d buy her or how I’d make her jack me off with a pair she’d soaked. And hopefully, one day, me stuffing a pair in her smart mouth while I spanked her ass red in punishment—or purely for my pleasure alone.

Lindsey

What will you pick out for me, Sir?

Me

It will be a surprise. But you’ll wear whatever I get for you, won’t you?

Lindsey

Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything you ask.

Her message comes through fast, and laughter rumbles through my chest.

Me

Are you saying that because of the toy driving you mad or because you mean it?

Lindsey

Because I mean it, Sir.

Me