Page 22 of Filthy Dirty Dom
Leslie’s beautiful face blushed, and that alluring combination of innocence and wicked arousal sent Alex’s pulse racing. “I think I’d like the blindfold,” she said. “Not knowing when someone was going to touch me. My skin electrified. My ears straining for the slightest sound.”
Alex nodded even as he imagined it: her against the wall, a torn piece of her dress tied at the back of her head to covers her eyes, her tits exposed for all to see. Would Leslie run if she could read his thoughts? Should he run, knowing what he knew about himself… and knowing what he wanted to do to this sweet gorgeous girl?
As she watched him, Leslie held her breath.
“Breathe, baby.”
On his command she exhaled shakily then took a breath.
“That’s very good, Leslie,” he murmured. “You’re doing wonderfully.”
She bit her lip, eyes flashing with excitement, and Alex wasn’t at all surprised at the evidence that she enjoyed his praise.
“You like hearing me praise you, gorgeous girl? If we were together, I wouldn’t stop.”
She turned slightly to face him more directly, a visible sign that she wanted to hear more.
“When we were together, I didn’t do it nearly enough. I needed my mouth on you so badly I didn’t praise your body, your sweet hips, your rosebud nipples.”
“What else would you praise me for?”
“If we were together? Anything. Everything. Your pretty pink pussy. The way your engorged clit would plead for me to suck it. The way you deep-throated my cock.”
A full body shudder ran through Leslie.
“I can praise you riding my cock,” he said huskily. “And I can praise you coming for me when I command it.”
When he paused, she urged him on. “What else?” she said.
He smiled slightly, released his hold on her face and smoothed a hand over her glossy hair. “I don’t want to tip my hand too much, Leslie. Now, do you want to watch them—” he gestured toward the man still getting off to the attention the bound woman was receiving “—until they come?”
Leslie looked back at the woman bucking against her bonds as a man tugged at her nipple with his teeth. “No,” she said. “I—I want to keep moving.”
They kept going and as they got deeper into the crowd, they passed an orgy of bodies, a twisted tangle of cocks in mouths, pussies, and asses. Lips on lips, breasts rubbing against breasts.
The moans in the sex club combined with the effect it had on Leslie’s breathing were making him weak. Walking just behind her, watching as she took in naked body after naked body, Alex longed to place his hand at the small of Leslie’s back but he forced himself not to.
“You said the picture of you tied and wearing a ball gag was all for show. Have you tried any kinks during sex?” Alex asked suddenly, causing Leslie to stumble slightly. When she stopped, he said, sharply, “Keep walking.”
She froze then started walking again.
When she remained silent, he said, “Answer me, Leslie, or we’re leaving.”
He was testing her, observing how she reacted to harsher commands.
With a voice shaking with nerves but also excitement, she said, “Nothing like this,” she said. “But I—I’ve watched porn. And I’ve fantasized, of course.”
“You fantasize while you’re getting off?”
“Yes.”
“About what?” he pressed.
She hesitated as if she was going to stop walking again but then corrected herself.
“I like what I saw back there. Edging.”
“What else?”