Page 24 of Filthy Dirty Dom

“Only if it’s what you really want. With a partner you could trust to stop the instant you communicated it.”

I could be that partner. I could give her what she needs, the opportunity to explore kink in a safe way. I could direct her when she needed it, hold her back when she needed it.

I could do it not just for a night, but for a lifetime.

He cleared his throat. “I like temperature play. Even fire. But not in any type of extreme way. It’s the tease of the fire I like. It’s different for others.”

But that was the allure of this lifestyle. If you’re partner wanted something, it could unwrap desires you never even knew were there. But what you did with those desires was the next difficult decision to make. While his stomach turned at the idea of someone burning any part of Leslie’s body, he said nothing, not wanting to influence her.

When the two women shared a kiss with an ice cube passed from tongue to tongue, Leslie asked, “Can I keep walking now?”

Fuck, she asked that so prettily.

“In a minute,” he said, just to draw out the tension. “Clarify something for me. You’ve never tried bondage with a partner?”

“No.”

“Is that something you would like to try? Being tied up? Wrists bound? Legs spread apart and tied to the foot of the bed? Gagged? Breasts roped up?”

A scream of pleasure came from across the room. It was like a strike of electricity. It brought silence and then the sounds of sex rose even higher than before. Nearby, two men who’d been touching themselves suddenly began jerking each other off, muttering insults at one another.

“Yes,” she said. “Those are things I’d like to try.”

“What about impact play? Whips, paddles, my hands?”

She sucked in a breath, and he knew it was because he’d fucked up and referred to his hands touching her.

“Yes.”

“Electrostimulation?”

Leslie hesitated and Alex waited for her to say no.

No, I don’t want that.

“I’m not sure.”

Her answer gave him pause. He remembered exactly what she’d said about fire as temperature play. I’m just not sure I would like it for myself.

She’d yet to say a definite no to anything he was suggesting, which could mean nothing or could mean everything.

If she was reluctant to draw firm lines then a partner wouldn’t know not to cross them. Alex worried that Leslie was just trying to please him. Say the right things. Play the part she thought he wanted her to play: naughty little best friend’s sister, angel defiled, sacrificial lamb.

“Humiliation?” Alex pressed. “I call you a whore, a slut, a bitch. I say nasty things about you, do nasty things to you.”

He hadn’t realized how heavily he’d started breathing. The sex club had become stifling, the air too heavily fragranced with expensive perfume, too sweet with cum and sweat.

When Leslie looked down and murmured, “I don’t know, maybe,” he gripped his fists at his sides.

“Do you realize you haven’t said no to anything? Are you telling me you’re willing to try anything, no holds barred?”

She bit her lip, then reached out. He pulled back, not because he didn’t love her touch, but because he loved it too much. Leslie looked hurt, but pushed on nonetheless, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Alex,” she said, “I’m not saying no because of you. Because you’re asking,” she said. “Because I trust you completely. Some of the things you’re talking about scare me. But if you told me I’d be safe and that all you wanted was for me to ultimately feel good, I’d try anything.”

Alex hardly dared to move when Leslie stepped closer and raised her chin to look up at him.

“I get it, Alex. I’ve always suspected it, but now I know. It isn’t that you don’t want me. It’s that you want me too much.”