Page 71 of Filthy Dirty Dom

A minute later, they were seated across from each other at the table.

Leslie looked doubtfully at his folded hand. Did she have any idea how adorable she looked when she squinted her eyes like that? Alex struggled not to smile.

"Did you let me win?" Leslie asked.

Alex pressed two fingers against his losing cards. "Do you want me to show you?"

Leslie hesitated. “No, I trust you.”

“Good. What favor do you want added to the list?”

She again hesitated, then said, "Make my nipples hard with only your mouth."

Alex wanted to call her a little minx. A devil. An angel. Instead he just smiled and “officially” wrote her request down on the piece of paper he’d grabbed.

"You want to know my secret? My fantasy?" he asked.

“Of course.”

He picked up the deck and shuffled the cards as he said, "I'd definitely like to see you in that ball gag again."

She laughed. “That’s not really a secret, but I’ll give you a pass this time.”

Alex won the next hand.

"I want you to give me a lap dance for the length of a song.”

She winced. "I'm not a very good dancer.”

"Something tells me you'll do just fine, baby."

"Thanks for the faith. Here’s my secret. I’d like you to handcuff me. Tie me up. Restrain me in any way you’d like.”

Alex bit back a groan. He had an erection that was so hard it was painful. “Maybe that’s good for now,” Alex said.

But when he started to collect the cards, Leslie placed her hand over his and said, “Don’t you fucking dare, Alex. You started this. We’re playing at least ten hands."

She lost the next hand.

Just as he was about to speak, she said, “Don’t hold back again, Alex.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re supposed to reveal a sexual fantasy you want from me, and you chose a lap dance? Come on.”

“But that’s definitely a fantasy of mine, Leslie. I wasn’t holding back.”

She studied him then said, “Okay. I believe you. But this time, reveal something you want, maybe something that involves your body and my mouth this time?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, about to chastise her that he’d won the hand and could reveal any secret fantasy he wanted. Instead, he figured why not? “I want you to suck my balls.”

She looked surprised. “Not your cock?”

He smiled evilly. “Part of my fantasy is getting off on torturing you a little, baby girl.”

She looked confused for a moment before realization dawned. “Teasing me with what I want without letting me have it yet?”

“Teasing us both. Sometimes subtle torture isn’t just for the loser but for the winner, too.”

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