Page 76 of Filthy Dirty Dom

As Alex massaged the blood back into her hands and feet, Leslie moaned with relief and pleasure. But what she felt was nothing compared to what she felt when he began stroking her. Kissing her. Sucking on her nipples. Fingering her.

As soon as the alarm on his watch started beeping again, however, he stopped.

He gave her one last kiss before picking up his damn watch again then putting it down.

“This time, I’m going to leave you for fifteen minutes. When I return, I’ll pleasure you for fifteen minutes. You will not move from this bed. Do I need to tie you up again, or will you be able to refrain from touching yourself? Because if you touch yourself, I’ll know, and we’ll start all over again, Leslie.”

Shock made her tremble, as did the spike in desire that had her core throbbing.

“Alex—”

“Can you refrain from touching yourself. Yes or no, Leslie?”

Fifteen minutes. After what he did to her, she couldn’t touch herself for fifteen minutes? She couldn’t move from the bed?

He’d been serious when he’d talked of torturing her.

Then again, she’d asked for him to edge her.

For hours.

Fifteen minutes of pleasure next.

Then what?

“Yes,” Leslie said. “I won’t touch myself, Alex. Because you don’t want me to. But also because nothing feels as good as when you touch me. So I’d say do your worst. But I know it will be your best—the best I’ve ever had.

Leslie didn’t know how much time had passed. She just knew that after several rounds of waiting and pleasure, waiting and pleasure, with the time in between the pleasure growing longer and longer, she couldn’t take anymore. Her body was trembling, her skin alternating hot and cold like a fever. Her mind was a wreck. She couldn’t string together coherent thoughts except one: Alex, please.

It was dramatic, what he’d reduced her to.

When he’d returned after fifteen minutes, calling Leslie a good girl for not touching herself while he was gone (and she hadn’t) she’d already thought of a strategy to edge him even as he edged her. She’d decided that whenever he was about to leave the room after pleasuring her, she’d do her best to talk dirty to him, push his self-control, maybe even entice him enough that he’d lose control and wouldn’t be able to leave.

So after he’d pleasured her for fifteen minutes and was setting his watch alarm for twenty, she’d said, “When we were by the water earlier,” she’d said, “I imagined that my bikini would drive you to lose control. That you’d carry me to the water, holding me under and giving me air from your mouth when I started to run out. When we came up again, you’d carry me to the beach and fuck me with your big cock until I couldn’t breathe again.”

Alex had responded to her words by stiffening and freezing, but then he’d continued setting the alarm on his watch, set it down, then kissed her. “That just bought you thirty minutes, baby girl.”

It went on like that, her pushing for a while, him extending time, until she hadn’t been able to taunt him anymore.

Now Leslie was moaning nonstop. Alex's fingers fucked her hard and fast, and she clenched tight around him. She was exhausted, spent. And she couldn't take any more.

She needed to come.

Every thrust of Alex's hand Leslie feared would be the last. His eyes were fixed on her face, but she was long past being able to see him clearly. Her head rocked from side to side, lost in the need she'd been so long deprived of.

Goosebumps erupted all over her heightened body when Alex leaned over and brushed his lips over her ear. She almost couldn’t believe she was hearing him correctly when he said, "Alright, baby. Come for me."

With those words, Alex shoved his face in between her thighs and sucked her clit hard.

Leslie screamed so loud from her orgasm that Alex had to clamp the hand he wasn't still fucking her with over her mouth. Her body thrashed like a reeled in fish. Leslie gasped for air only to find she couldn't breathe. Spots flashed in her vision like shooting stars over the black dome of night sky.

It went on and on and on until her body was reduced to intermittent shudders. When Alex released her completely, drawing his hand away from her mouth and between her legs, she shuddered all over again, a fresh wave of pleasure descending over her.

As Leslie lay limp and moaning pitifully, Alex gathered her into his arms and held her. He kissed her, telling her how beautiful she was, thanking for trusting him, swearing that he would protect her and pleasure her.

And again she wondered for how long?

Was Alex still thinking of her as a friend-with-benefits, or was it possible he was considering taking a chance on more. But she didn’t ask. She wasn’t going to ask. After chasing him for so long, she needed it to come from him.

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