Page 2 of Filthy Dirty Dom

He stopped her from speaking by firmly pressing two fingers into her pussy. “No more talk, baby. You wanted this? You wanted to look into the abyss? Let’s give you just a little taste.”

He added another finger. She was so tight. So hot. So wet. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers. He worked her until she was close, so close, and he marveled that he could get her there so quickly, on the edge of the abyss he’d referred to, about to fall over the edge. He pulled his fingers out before she could come. She let out a frustrated cry, then yelped as he teasingly swatted her thigh.

She moaned as if he’d pressed a vibrator against her clit.

He wanted to make her beg.

“You don’t come without my permission,” he said, his voice rough. “Ever.”

“I don’t know if I can stop it,” she said.

No games. Not with Leslie Duke. She offered pure honesty. She wanted him to know he affected her so intensely that even her own body wasn’t in control when he touched her.

He positioned himself between her legs and wrapped his hand lightly around her throat, pressing her into the bed just enough to keep her there. Her eyes widened.

Fuck, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He shouldn’t be doing this to her.

He loosened his fingers and began to pull away, only Leslie grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t stop. I—I want this.”

He studied her carefully. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

Slowly, he resumed his light grip. Then he bent down, licked her lips and hiked one of her legs up over his hip.

He pulled her shirt open, holding her still as he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked hard, spurred on by her pleas for more and more. When she told him not to go easy with her, he wanted to roar with pleasure. She trusted him. After he’d spanked her. After he’d put pressure against her throat. After he’d warned her what would happen if she fell too deeply into him.

And that made him feel fucking invincible.

But not careless. Never careless. Everything he did to her he’d do with deliberation. Thought. And every action would be to jack up not just his own pleasure, but hers.

“Give me a safe word,” he bit out.

She hesitated then said, “Shopping.”

He almost burst out laughing. His girl did love to shop. It was how she’d first approached him in her quest to win his heart, by offering to shop with him for new clothes after Branden, her brother, bought the company Dubois &Mellan and Alex needed to dress “more respectable for the office,” as she’d put it.

“Works for me,” he murmured.

He released her throat and yanked down her leggings then spread her open. Fitting himself into the cradle of her thighs, he pushed against her, his hips rolling against her.

“You’re going to come and I’m going to make it happen. Me,” he said, panting with desire. The temptation to open his pants and shove himself into her was making his head spin. He ground his hips against her a little harder and swatted her thigh again.

She cried out, struggling and arching into him. He sank his teeth into her bare shoulder. She cried out as he licked and nibbled, alternating between giving her a hint of pain with her pleasure as he caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples.

Then her voice took on that desperate, mindless tone he was craving.

“Alex… please. Please, I want more… Please!”

Without taking her, he gave her more in a way he’d never thought he would with Leslie. Rough. Demanding.

Dominating.

After her orgasm rocketed through her, he savored every bit of her climax and when she collapsed into the bed, he kissed her ear, told her how beautiful she was, then slowly shifted off and to the side of her. The sheets slipped free from around her wrists as she brought her arms down. She was flushed. Her eyes glossy and dazed. Tears streamed down her face.

And his gut plummeted.