Page 31 of Filthy Dirty Dom

"Leslie—"

"We're already here, Alex," Leslie said. "I know you don't want to turn back now."

The private room had the lights turned down low. Nothing more than a red haze. But even with only that, Alex could make out the need in Leslie's eyes. She gazed at him with an open frankness: no coy games, no seductive tricks, no cat and mouse.

And the combination of all that with the way she had spoken to him, the need in her ragged breaths...

She undid him completely when she said, "And I don't want to either."

Surrendering felt like freefalling and freedom.

Alex steadied his breathing enough to say without strain, "Take down the upper part of your dress."

Time stretched as neither of them moved. Leslie just continued to stare at Alex for what was beginning to feel to him like eternity. It was driving him mad, not knowing what was going on in Leslie's head as she blinked slowly, the only marker he had for the passing of time.

When Alex was near the point of bursting, once again driven to the edge of his self-control, Leslie reached behind her head.

Had she known that making him wait would further unravel him? He fucking loved it.

He couldn't stop himself from grinning darkly as Leslie tugged, undoing the knot of the strings that held her dress up. He reminded himself to stay in control of himself as Leslie slowly lowered her hands. But it was getting harder and harder because she was making a show of it. She was performing for him. Drawing it out to please him. Drawing it out to torture him.

Alex watched as Leslie pulled her arms from the dress then slowly lowered it, stopping just before her breasts were bare. He saw how heavily she was breathing, her hands rising and falling dramatically.

When she trailed the chiffon over the swell of her tits and revealed herself to him there in the private room of the sex club, Alex struggled not just to hold himself back, but to even breathe. The front of her dress fell away, becoming just another soft layer in her skirt, and Leslie let her hands fall too. She stood half naked in front of him and waited for his next command.

Her breasts were perky and yet still had a supple, sensuous appearance. He could almost feel the weight of them, firm and yet weighty, like juicy, ripe fruit. Her nipples were small, delicate, and the color of pink peonies. She was stunning. And from the way she let his eyes trail over her again and again without a word, Alex knew she understood some of her power.

She had so much to learn and discover about herself, though, and the thought of teaching Leslie made Alex’s balls tighten.

Alex was the one who made Leslie wait this time. Not because he didn't want to move forward, but because if he spoke in that electrified moment it would be to command her to do something so far over her line there would be no coming back from it. Alex desired to take Leslie in every way possible. And it was agony to hold himself back.

Finally, he trusted himself to say in a lust filled voice, "Get on your knees in front of me."

Immediately, Leslie walked toward him. It was a relief to know that he wasn't the only one who felt like a bow stretched too far, about to snap. Leslie was losing control of herself just like him.

When she kneeled in front of him, it was with her chin tilted and with a doe-eyed look that made him want to spin her around, hoist her skirt, and fuck her hard from behind just to see how innocent she looked after that. Alex grinded his teeth and for a moment screwed shut his eyes. Leslie was impressing him more than he could say. It made him daring. It made him worried.

Opening his eyes, Alex inhaled deeply the scent of the room. He was still fully clothed, Leslie only half naked and yet it already smelled of the sweet sweat of their bodies and the musk of their need. With that intoxicating perfume in his nostrils, it wasn't hard for him to imagine them rolling in damp silk sheets, tearing at each other, struggling for release. He'd had dreams of Leslie, but never had they been so real than in that moment.

Slowly, Alex unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then shoved them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock jutted out and Leslie’s eyes widened when she saw it.

It was a beautiful sight: the throbbing bulge of his aching cock in front of Leslie's rose bud lips.

What do you need tonight, Alex?... I’ll give it to you.

"Put your hands behind your back," Alex said. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure as she slipped her hands behind her back, clasping her wrist with narrow fingers. A strained breath escaping her slightly parted mouth as she gazed up at him for what was next.

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He steadied himself for a moment when it all threatened to be too much: Leslie and her perfect tits and her fuckable mouth all at his feet.

"I'm not going to touch you," Alex said, partially as a reminder to himself, partially because it was part of the game.

He wanted to see Leslie's reaction and it was worth it: slight frustration, slight disappointment. As he guided her into the world of BDSM, he wanted to keep her yearning for more. Always at the edge, but never over it.

He rewarded her for being such a good girl by adding, "But you're going to watch me."

Leslie nodded, her bottom lip snagged between her teeth. She was eager. And Alex was, too.

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