Page 134 of Filthy Dirty Dom

Her eyes, sparkling with contentment, were focused on the cityscape around them. Every now and then, she would point out a quirky store or a café. When they passed an adult shop with a theater inside, Leslie glanced at him, a playful gleam in her eyes. "You interested in catching a show?" she teased.

He chuckled lightly at her proposition. His mind was already painting a different picture, a more intimate one. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and filled with intent. “But we’ll need to go to my place. "

A spark of surprise flickered across her face, quickly replaced by a knowing smile. "Oh? And why's that?"

"Because," he whispered, leaning closer to her ear, "I'm only interested in you putting on a show for me."

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Leslie’s laughter was a beautiful sound that matched the vibrancy of the city around them. Her fingers interlocked with his as she nestled closer into his side and they headed toward Alex’s loft.

They barely made it through his front door before they were on each other, their bodies pressed flush against one another, hands eagerly exploring.

Her soft, warm lips traced a heated path along his jawline while he cupped her ass.

Once they reached the bedroom, Leslie gently pushed Alex towards the bed and he found himself grinning like a schoolboy as he sat down on the edge.

Leslie’s hands slowly rose to the hem of her dress, hooking her fingers underneath the fabric. She held his gaze as she slowly began to lift it, inch by tantalizing inch, revealing more of her body to him. The dress fell to the floor, leaving her in her lingerie.

He was utterly transfixed as she sauntered closer, her fingers tracing the straps of her bra before releasing them. He swallowed hard as the material fell away. His hands itched to touch her breasts, to explore every inch of her, but he forced himself to stay still as she reached down to remove her thong. As it dropped to the floor, she stood completely bare before him.

Leslie strolled toward him and removed his suit jacket with a slow, deliberate motion. She took her time folding it neatly, placing it beside him on the bed. Next, she loosened his tie, pulling it free from the collar of his shirt and setting it aside with a playful bite of her teeth. She unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers brushing against his bare skin with every button she undid. and once his shirt joined his jacket on the bed, her fingers went to his belt, deftly unbuckling it before unzipping his pants.

When he was as naked as she was, she moved back a bit, her eyes roving over his body with an appreciative smirk.

Then she surprised him. Retrieving the tie, she placed it in his hands. "I'm yours," she declared, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do with me as you please."

It wasn't just the promise of physical intimacy that stirred him; it was her constant trust in him. His eyes never leaving hers, he helped her lay back on the soft sheets, watching as she bit her lower lip. He took the tie from her hands and with a gentle tug, guided her wrists above her head. With a couple of smooth, swift motions, he tied her wrists together and fastened the other end to the bed's headboard.

Cock hard as nails, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled, and her breaths were coming out in short, ragged gasps. The sight was beyond erotic.

He crawled on the mattress and positioned himself between her spread legs. He glanced up at her one more time, ensuring she was comfortable, and then slowly leaned in.

His lips brushed against her pussy made her flinch. She was already wet, ready for him. As he flicked his tongue out to taste her, a low groan rumbled in his chest.

His hands moved up to grip her thighs, holding her in place as his mouth went to work. He made it his mission to relearn every crease, every fold, every sensitive spot that made her squirm and moan.

Alex took his time, teasing and exploring, feeling her arch and twist beneath him. Her moans grew louder, more desperate as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. His name fell from her lips in broken whispers, urging him on. Finally, as he added two fingers to the mix, curling them inside her, she shuddered beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her body.

He remained there, lapping at her sweetness, allowing her to ride out the waves of her pleasure. Once her body relaxed, he pulled back.

The sight of Leslie, flushed and panting beneath him, only served to heighten his arousal. His gaze wandered from the red tie binding her wrists, down her sweat-slicked body, finally coming to rest at the apex of her thighs. Taking a deep breath, he aligned himself at her entrance and with one swift thrust, he entered her, relishing her moan of pleasure. The warm, wet tightness of her enveloped him as her hips bucked to meet his, drawing a groan from him. He set a steady rhythm, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through them both.

Her moans and cries filled the room. Suddenly, he slowed his pace, pulling out of her to a whimper of protest. "Trust me, love," he whispered against her ear, flipping her over onto her stomach, her hands still tied to the headboard.

He thrust into her from behind. The new angle had her gasping, her cries growing louder. Her shouts of "Yes! Yes!" drove him wild. He felt her tightening around him, her second orgasm rippling through her, her body shuddering beneath him.

His own release was close, a pressure building at the base of his spine. With a groan, he buried himself deep within her, his orgasm rushing over him like a tidal wave. His thrusts became erratic as he spilled, his name on her lips the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

Alex and Leslie lay together on his bed, her head pillowed on his chest, her fingers idly tracing the tattoos on his shoulder. Her gaze wandered to the nightstand, catching sight of a small box that she recognized instantly. It was the box that held the cuff links she had bought him so long ago. He saw where she was looking and smiled.

"Look inside," he said.

Slowly, she lifted the lid only to gasp.

Inside was a diamond ring, its brilliant sparkle dazzling under the dim bedroom light. It was stunningly beautiful, elegantly designed with a large, sparkling diamond set in a band of white gold.

"I... I didn't have a ring with me, obviously, when I proposed," he said. "But this makes it official."

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