Page 1 of Filthy Dirty Dom
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Alex Samuels had the uncanny ability to be asleep one moment and then fully alert the next, which is why when he woke up, he didn’t even have to open his eyes before he was instantly aware of three things: he was in his bed, there was a woman beside him, and his entire body ached. But it wasn’t the good kind of ache that normally followed an intense night of fucking, but the bad kind, where his kidney felt like it was bursting and his head was throbbing, likely because he’d been in yet another fight, a common occurrence for him given he’d been a soldier and now protected people for a living.
He took a deep breath, smelling vanilla and honey with a hint of patchouli, a warm and sweet combination--an aroma that was burned in his brain as belonging to not just any woman, but one.
Another realization hit, but this one slammed into him like a freight train.
The woman beside him was Leslie Duke. Even if she hadn’t once listed off the individual scents in her perfume, he would still recognize it as hers. Hell, he’d fantasized about having himself covered in her scent more times than he could count. More specifically, he had a running stream of fantasies detailing how he’d cover himself in her scent: burying his face then his fingers then his cock between her thighs while he stroked, licked, and bit, all the while rubbing their bodies against one another until he finally fucked her.
His entire body tensed, and his cock shot straight from lazy-morning-erection to hard-as-steel. To his shame, not everything he’d fantasized about had remained fantasy, and now he found himself immersed in a whirlwind of sensations, memories inundating his mind like an unstoppable force. The colors were vibrant and alive, each detail crystal clear, as if etched into his very soul. Pulsing and overwhelming, the memories of his recent hook ups with his best friend’s younger sister electrified him, sending his adrenaline rushing.
He remembered when he’d shared his first kiss with Leslie in Montana, then hours later worked her hard, squeezing her throat, and pinching and slapping her clit before plunging his fingers inside her, pushing her over the edge.
Then later, him getting off while watching her deliberately masturbate for him in front of the security cameras.
Finally, Leslie taunting him by sending him a picture of her in restraints and a ball gag, which had in turn led to amazing phone sex between them.
Their chemistry was hot enough to create nuclear fission, and if they ever did fuck, it would surpass anything he’d ever experienced by a landslide.
And yet, he couldn’t have her. Despite his moments of weakness, he’d made that clear to her time and time again.
So what was she doing lying in bed beside him?
Leslie moaned and stirred, the sound causing his cock to jerk, and the memory of their time in Montana became even more vivid.
He’d joined the Duke family there despite knowing he’d be tempted by Leslie, who’d been hinting more and more that they should be together. What he hadn’t been expecting was for Leslie to twice taunt him into kissing her
Both times, he’d told himself that’s all it would be—a kiss.
Both times, he’d been wrong.
After kissing her the second time, he’d carried her into his room. He’d laid her on his bed, and she’d stared at him, her eyes dark and filled with need. When she’d reached for him, he’d pinned her wrists over her head and stared deep into her gorgeous green eyes. Then he’d wrapped her wrists in the sheets, a restraint she could escape if she tried, but he was banking on her not doing that. In her eyes, there was no fear, only heat and a challenge as she made a needy sound that stunned him.
She wanted to submit to him. She wanted him to do all manner of filthy things to her. And he’d wanted to know just how far she’d let him go.
It turned out, quite far.
He’d held on to enough control to go slow but he didn’t go soft. No, he’d loosened the reins on his dark desires to give her and himself a taste of what it could be like between them. And once he’d gotten started…
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Montana in November
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Alex slid his hand into Leslie’s thick leggings and cupped her pussy, surprised to find she was bare, groaning at how hot and wet she was against his palm.
“No panties?” he asked, rubbing the heel of his hand against her clit. “How naughty of you, Sunshine.”
She blinked, trying to speak through the pleasure he was giving her. “Sunshine?”
He shrugged. “It fits, don’t you think? You thrive in the sun. You reflect the sun. You are the sun, Leslie. You bring love and light to all those who know you.”
Her eyes softened with something he refused to acknowledge. “And you?”
“Don’t you know by now? I’m not just the dark. I’m an abyss. And you’ll lose yourself in me. I’d extinguish your flame.”
She shook her head. “No! Alex, that's not you. You—”