Page 130 of Filthy Dirty Dom

He pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, his breath fanning over her face. His eyes, as dark and intense as a stormy night, bore into hers, silently asking for permission.

Should he continue?

She didn’t hesitate. With tears pooling in her eyes, she nodded, granting him the permission he sought.

His hands found their way back to her body, the familiar touch sending a spark of desire shooting through her. He slid his fingers inside her, the sensation making her gasp. His thumb started rubbing circles around her clit, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her legs weakened, her knees buckling as the pleasure mounted. If it hadn't been for the restraints keeping her upright, she would have crumbled to the floor. But the leather straps held her in place, each jolt of pleasure echoing through her body and leaving her panting for more.

Without a word, Alex dropped the crop he’d been wielding and sunk to his knees, the rustling of his clothing the only sound in the silent room.

She held her breath as she felt his hands trail down her body, his touch both gentle and demanding. His fingers continued their ministrations, their intimate intrusion sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Then she felt his mouth against her, the warmth of his breath against her skin making her gasp. His tongue found her crease as he licked her, his movements both skilled and deliberate. It was a potent combination, his fingers filling her and his tongue teasing her. She was completely at his mercy.

Leslie couldn’t believe that this was happening. Alex, the man she loved, was here with her, taking her to the heights of pleasure. Her thoughts began to scatter, lost in the whirlwind of sensations he was stirring within her.

The pressure started to build in her lower belly, a fiery knot of pleasure that threatened to consume her. Each stroke of his fingers, each flick of his tongue added more fuel to the fire. She tried to hold back, to prolong the inevitable, but it was a losing battle.

With a desperate cry, she came apart. Her body convulsed against the restraints, her legs trembling with the force of her release. She surrendered completely, every ounce of her being succumbing to the exhilaration that washed over her.

Through it all, Alex never faltered, his attention unyielding as he guided her through the climax, his fingers and mouth drawing out every drop of her pleasure.

And in that moment, Leslie felt more alive than she had ever been. She was with Alex, she was loved by Alex, and she was cherished by Alex.

Alex hadn’t abandoned her.

As he’d taught her in Caris when he’d edged her and came back to her time and again, he was pulled to her like a magnet to steel, and after tonight, she knew that nothing but death would ever part them.

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Alex watched as Leslie unraveled beneath his touch, her body quivering with the aftermath of her release. The sight was both breathtaking and intoxicating. It was a sight he had missed, a sight he had almost given up.

He couldn’t even fathom it now.

His visit to the cemetery and his conversation with Lee had slapped him out of the haze he’d been operating under. Life was risk, but it was also full of rewards. He loved Leslie with a fierceness that scared him, that threatened to consume him. And he couldn’t be without her.

Gareth had understood. He had agreed to play along, to help Alex surprise Leslie. And it had worked. She had accepted him, had surrendered to him willingly, even before she’d seen him. In the end, she’d denied sexual pleasure, calling out his name and her love for him.

Her climax had been a release for him as well. It was an affirmation of their bond, of their connection. It was a symbol of her trust in him, of her willingness to let him guide her to such heights of pleasure. And it was something he would never take for granted.

But being so close to Leslie, his need for release grew stronger with every passing second. His body ached for her, hungered for her and he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

Gently, Alex unfastened Leslie from the X-frame, a wave of protectiveness washing over him as he gathered her in his arms. Her skin was flushed, her body shaking slightly from the intensity of her orgasm. He cradled her to him, her legs instinctively curling around his waist.

He carried her across the room and laid her down on the plush bed, her body splayed out before him like a beautiful work of art. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss, pouring all his emotions into it.

"I can't believe you're here," Leslie whispered against his lips, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and joy.

Alex pulled back, his gaze locked on hers. "I couldn't ignore what I feel for you any longer, Sunshine," he confessed, his voice raw. "I tried, believe me, I did. But it's impossible. You've ensnared me, Leslie, and I never want to be free."

"I've ensnared you, have I?" she teased, her fingers trailing down his chest. "Caught you in my devilish web of seduction?"

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Something like that." He kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips again. "But don't get too cocky. I'm still your dom."

Her laughter filled the room, chasing away any lingering darkness. This was right. This was where he was supposed to be.

He reached for the button and zipper of his trousers, but Leslie moved suddenly, somehow getting him on his back with her kneeling beside him. "No," she said, a firm command in her voice that sent a thrill down his spine. "I want to do it."

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