Page 99 of Axe Marks the Spot

I swear his pupils darken at my words. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

My chest warms, because I know I’ve pleased him. Immediately, I crave more of that feeling. “Thank you for sharing yours with me, Sir.”

There’s a pause, and Dane inhales. His chest expands as his lungs fill, and with his breath, the air around us changes. I automatically sit up straighter in my chair, and my eyes fall to the table, focusing on the grain of the dark wood.

“Eyes here, baby.”

My chest squeezes at the pet name, and I focus back on his sharp features.

“Stand and come here,” he commands, crooking his finger at me. When I’m in front of him, he surveys my body slowly. “Did you dress up just for me?”

“I did, Sir.”

“Hmm.” His hand reaches out, and my knees try to buckle when his fingers ghost over my pointed nipple. This halter-style dress has a built-in bra, but it’s lacking pads to cover how hard my nipples are for him. “I like that you thought of me when putting this on.”

His touch moves to my other nipple, and I suck in a small gasp of air.

“You like having these pretty nipples played with, baby?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Dane tweaks one, and I gasp, arousal flooding my already wet panties, reminding me the toy is still against my clit. He does it once more before his hand drops, and I nearly ask him to bring it back, but he’s the one in charge right now. “On your knees.”

My hooded eyes widen at his command, and his head cocks in question.

“Are you going to make me ask you again?”

I shake my head, my eyes dropping to the ground. It’s then I see a rectangular pillow near his feet. Dane gently nudges it forward, and I awkwardly shift to the ground. When my knees are on the pillow, I’m grateful for it. The hardwood floor would have been uncomfortable for more than a few minutes.

Dane’s finger lifts my chin up, and his thumb strokes my jaw until my muscles relax. “You look like you were meant to be at my feet.”

My lips part, and emotion wells in my chest. It’s an odd reaction to an odd situation I never thought I’d be in. His words not only arouse me but also make me feel powerful. I don’t know that I fully understand it, but it’s a feeling I could get addicted to.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I’m going to teach you a submissive pose. When we play and I ask you to kneel, this will be how you present yourself to me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” The response comes out of my mouth, but my brain is still stuck on the idea that we will have more than just tonight.

“Good girl.” He strokes my jaw again, the feel of his rough hands mixed with his praise curling heat in my lower belly. “Now, rest back on your haunches with your knees spread.” I adjust on the floor, my dress parting and riding up my thighs. The cooler air of the cabin drifts between my legs, and the contrast on my heated skin makes me shiver.

“Perfect. Now place your hands palms up on your knees and relax into the pose.”

I do as he asks and take a calming breath. My eyes are still on his, and the pleasure I see radiating from them only eases my body further.

He hums a low sound when his eyes take me in. “Stunning,” he says, fingers tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “If I ask you to take this pose and wait for me, your head will be down, eyes trained to the floor. But when I’m with you, I’ll ask you to look at me unless I instruct you otherwise, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He continues to stroke my jaw, the rhythm methodical and calming. He does this for a while longer, the quiet of the cabin and the way he looks at me—as if I’m something to be treasured—sinking me further into what I could only liken to a meditative space.

“How do you feel now, Lindsey?”

I check in with my body, and the nerves are gone. In their place is a soothing calm. “I feel good, Sir.”

“Still nervous?”

“No, Sir, just excited now.”