Page 89 of Axe Marks the Spot

“Sir, please. I don’t think I can wait. The vibrations are too much!”

I stand up straight, leaning against my counter. “You said you’d give me anything. I’m curious as to what you’ll give me if I let you take what’s mine.”

She groans through the phone, “I don’t—I don’t know, Sir.” She sobs, and I appreciate her will to hold off. I truthfully thought she’d already have given in by now.

“Lindsey, if you don’t know, then I’m afraid I won’t let you come.”

“Please, please, please,” she chants. “I don’t know if I can wait.”

I put my phone on speaker and open the app to the toy, clicking the dull vibration to a higher setting. I know what will happen, but if she can’t use her words after such an offer, this is what happens.

“Fuck!” Her curse filters through the line, and I know she’s coming. I don’t let up the vibration as she cries out. I imagine her gripping her phone and pressing her thighs together, clit sensitive. I like it, though, because it’s another reminder of me she’ll carry with her.

“Such a bad girl,” I say loud enough for her to hear me. She whines, and I finally ease the vibration, but I don’t turn it off completely.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Oh god.” She groans again as I send another pulse at her apology.

“What do I do with you now, Lindsey? You disobeyed me.” Her breath comes hard and fast, and I continue. “I could make you come again and again until your clit is sore and puffy. Until your pleasure is no longer pleasure. Do you think that would teach you a lesson?”

“Yes,” she says quietly, though from her tone, I know that is not what she wants. It’s far from what she wants.

“You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood tonight, and I know you’ve had a long day, so I’ll settle for this. You said you’d give me anything to let you come, and now I’m owed. So what will you give me?”

“What is it you want, Sir?” she asks through a deep breath.

I send a pulse of vibration to her clit, and she gasps. “Tell me what you’ll give me. And don’t make me ask again, or I’ll make you wear this toy for days, maybe even an entire week, with the vibration so low that you’ll be on the brink of release until I see fit to let you come. And if there’s one thing you should know about me, Lindsey, it’s that I can be a patient man when I need to be.”

She releases a low, whimpering sound that makes me think she both loves and hates the idea, which is exactly the response I was hoping for.

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and finally, after a few labored breaths, she speaks. “My mouth, Sir.”

It’s so quiet, I hardly hear it. “What was that?” I ask to make sure I heard right.

“My mouth, Sir.”

My dick does a full-on jerk in my pants at the image, an image she’s put there before. She’s already said she wanted to kneel at my feet, to ease my displeasure with her smart mouth. Fuck if I don’t want that, but—I thought easing into in-person would be best. It’s one of the reasons I got the toy.

I wet my lips and inhale. I know that once Lindsey’s in my presence and I can touch her how I want, do with her what I want, that will be it for me. It wouldn’t just be the image of her in my life; she’d physically be there, in my space. Is she truly ready for that? Am I?

“Sir?” Lindsey’s voice is unsure and hurt.

Fuck.

I swallow hard and release my clenched jaw. “That’s a generous offer.” I may not be able to see her, but the energy that seemed to crackle between us even through the phone ceases, and it’s as if she stopped breathing.

She took my silence as a rejection.

“I should go, Sir. I need to get home.”

“Lindsey,” I say sternly, “we aren’t done talking.”

“It was a stupid offer; one you don’t want. I didn’t realize how late it was. Kas is waiting.”

“Lindsey,” I bark, but she’s already hung up.

I put my phone down on the counter, my almost-finished meal staring at me. I took too long to answer. She was offering herself to me, and instead of speaking to her about what it would mean to do an in-person scene together, I froze.

My appetite shot, I dump the leftovers in the trash and wash my dishes while fuming.