Page 30 of Filthy Dirty Dom

Leslie's chest stuttered but she nodded to encourage Alex, licking her lips as she felt herself getting closer and closer.

Leaning in a little closer, he said, "I like it for myself..." Leslie thought his lips were against the lobe of her ear, but it was really the hot, demanding presence of his breath as he exhaled, "And for my partners. But only when the pain brings a woman the most intense pleasure imaginable."

There were a dozen or more women in the room, but Leslie knew that the only woman Alex spoke of was her.

"Do you want to give me pain?" Leslie asked. "Would that get you off?"

His face was so close to hers that she only had to breath heavily for their lips to touch. But Leslie knew a kiss would destroy what was happening and so she held her breath, orgasm cresting between her thighs as she fought to hold it off just a little bit longer.

Alex's face had a sheen like all the rest of the naked skin in the sex club. Leslie imagined it all over his vein pulsing throat, his exposed chest, his long, muscular thighs where his cock lay twitching with need on a bed they wouldn't be sleeping in. Instruments on the bedside table... whips... clamps...

"You’re in pain right now, aren’t you? The pain of desperation. The pain of pleasure. You’re already feeling it. Because of you. And because of me, and I haven’t even touched you. Just imagine how much more intense it would be if I was touching you. Fingering you. Fucking you.”

“Oh God,” she cried out. “Yes!”

Her fingers moved faster, and she reached, reached, reached for that ultimate pleasure that was beckoning to her like a siren’s song.

“Come, Leslie. Come for me right fucking now.”

Leslie's cries joined others in the club as she finally came. Her back arched and her head fell back. She clenched her eyes shut as she forced her fingers in and out to draw out what she could of the blinding waves of pleasure. She shuddered with tiny, blissful aftershocks and then went limp on the couch. Her dress felt sealed to her body, glued to her heaving chest as she struggled to catch her breath.

She could barely open her eyes afterward. Her eyes were heavy and the lure of the pulsing darkness was difficult to resist. And Alex?

He looked completely ruined. His full lips were parted in disbelief, his eyes black as the night. It wasn’t admiration or pride that Leslie read in Alex’s face. But something more. Reverence. Like she was a goddess, a priestess.

“What do you need tonight, Alex?” she said.

Alex hesitated. But Leslie was intent on getting what she wanted. And what she wanted was for Alex to experience what she’d just experienced. To come because of her, the way she’d come because of him. Whatever it took.

Speaking in a voice that dripped with lust and desire, Leslie said, “Whatever you need. Let me give it to you. Because it’s what I need. And this night is about giving me what I need, right? Please.”

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Alex felt stoned. On the edge. He didn’t respond to Leslie’s pleas to tell her what he needed because he’d reached the point of no return and was afraid he was going to unleash himself on her.

Somehow, Leslie seemed to realize just how much she’d pushed him.

But she also wasn’t about to show him mercy.

As he watched, Leslie lowered her skirt and gathered her panties into a ball in her hand before she stood. She walked right up to him and with her free hand, she grabbed his.

Something like a growl escaped him.

Leslie tugged on his hand and after a brief hesitation, Alex stood. She led them toward the velvet curtain that was the gateway to the private rooms.

And what did he do? He silently followed her.

Once in the long hallway, more sex sounds could be heard behind closed doors. Moans and high-pitched whimpers, the slapping of skin against skin, the crack of a whip or the hum of a vibrator.

His cock throbbed and ached so horribly he felt the violent urge to rip at his slacks to touch himself.

When Leslie reached the open doorway of a room, she led him inside then shut the door.

In the relative silence, he could now hear how ragged his breaths were. There was nothing to distract his wildest, dirtiest thoughts of his best friend's little sister. And worst of all, every movement Leslie made was as loud as a gunshot.

When she rubbed her lips together a little nervously, a little excitedly, he heard it. When she played at the hem of her sweet dress as she waited for him to make the first move, he heard it. Alex swore he could even hear her heartbeat, racing for him.

Feeling sweat at the small of his back, Alex dragged his shaky fingers through his hair. He reached for control. Discipline. Logic.

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