Page 88 of Axe Marks the Spot

Good girl.

Satisfied, I take a drink of water. When my phone buzzes again, I smile as I read her question. I knew she’d be wet and ready. I’m happy that I was right.

Lindsey

Can I come, Sir?

Me

No.

Lindsey

Please, Sir. I don’t know if I can hold it back.

The image of her squirming and pleading to come doesn’t help the hard-on I have, one that’s been constant today thinking of her wearing my toy. If she were here with me, there are so many things I could do to make sure she didn’t come. But she’s not, and I know I’m being mean by not letting her come. But I like the idea of pushing her boundaries further, of testing the depths of her submission to me, especially while she’s learning to submit and I’m learning her.

I think for another few seconds, knowing she’s teetering on the edge, waiting for my answer.

Me

What will you give me if I let you?

The bubbles appear on the screen, and my brows lift when her answer appears.

Lindsey

Anything, Sir.

I love her innocence in all this. She truly doesn’t mean anything, because I can think of many things she’d probably hate.

Me

That’s a dangerous thing to say to your Dom. I’ll give you one chance to take it back.

Lindsey

I’m not taking it back.

Me

You’re brave tonight, baby.

Lindsey

You make me want to be brave.

Her words stop my fingers from replying right away, hitting something deep in my chest that makes it warm and tight. It’s a reminder that Lindsey is unlike most submissives I work with and what we’re developing is new territory, even for me. But it’s a connection I want to explore, one I’ve dived headfirst into. Her words show me that she has, too.

Me

I’m glad to hear that.

Lindsey

Sir, I, I can hardly type. I’m using voice to text.

Deciding to have mercy on her, and because I need to hear her voice while she begs on the edge of release, I call her. She picks up before the first ring ends, breathless.