Page 23 of Filthy Dirty Dom

“I—I like when a man uses his spit, or his woman’s arousal to get his cock wet.”

Blood rushed to Alex’s cock at hearing her speak so frankly. He wanted to fall at Leslie’s knees, bow down to her before eating her out. He took in a slow breath, aware that there was a reason he was at Leslie’s back and she was walking while he asked her these questions. Their movement was a distraction. Their positioning one in which she couldn’t witness his diminishing self-control.

“Alex, do you ever …”

Her voice trailed off as her head turned to watch two women trailing ice cubes from a champagne bucket down their necks, one mirroring the other’s movements as they both shivered.

“Stop walking,” Alex commanded.

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At Alex’s command to stop walking, Leslie froze and turned to look at him.

“Don’t look at me, baby. Look at them.”

Her eyes returned to the women who were using ice cubes on their skin while they faced one another and mirrored each other’s movements.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

The two women heard him and stretched and preened. He watched Leslie stiffen as they undressed him with their eyes, an invitation to join them explicit in their panting red lips.

Jealousy looked good on her.

He leaned in close to whisper in her ear.

“You’re more beautiful. You get my cock hard in a way they never could. Does that make you feel good?”

She sucked in a breath.

“Does it?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. Because it’s true.”

Leslie glanced at him, her pupils blown wide, before he gently grasped her chin and turned her head so she was looking at the two women again.

Her gaze followed the trail of the ice cubes down slender stomachs, not daring to blink as they disappeared inside the pussies of the women who hissed at the cold as their own moisture coated their fingers.

“This is temperature play,” Alex said, reluctantly releasing her chin. “Using extremes in cold and heat to arouse.”

“Heat?” Leslie asked with a tremble.

“Hot stones, melted wax, and, for some, fire.”

Her gaze whipped to his again.

“Keep your eyes on them,” he said gently.

She obeyed. “Do you…do you like…to use fire during sex?”

“Would it scare you, disgust you, if I did?”

She was silent for several seconds, enough for Alex to assume it would. But then she shook her head. “It…it scares me. But it doesn’t disgust me. I’m just not sure why. I’m just not sure I would like it for myself.”

Alex breathed easier then said, “That’s fine, Leslie. And I’m proud of you for expressing what you don’t think you’d like it.”

“But I haven’t tried it. Shouldn’t I try it before I dismiss it as a possibility?”