Page 25 of Filthy Dirty Dom

Alex felt the strain of his erection against his slacks. Leslie might not be experienced with BDSM, but she was no stranger to using what she had to get what she wanted.

“And the way you want me? I suspect it doesn’t even come close to the way I want you. So you can suggest anything. And I won’t say a hard no. Not when I’m imagining it’s you doing it to me.”

Half an hour had passed since Leslie told Alex she wouldn’t say no to anything he wanted to do her. Honestly, it was the worst possible thing she could have said to him because it brought forth images of him doing things to her he wasn’t even sure he’d ever be able to do with a woman, especially Leslie. Given total carte blanch?

He already thought of himself as a man hiding the monster inside him.

Nothing would bring out the monster faster than being offered anything and everything Leslie had to give him.

He took a long swallow of his club soda, keeping an eye on Leslie as she took a sip of her second drink as they sat together on a couch. Sober, she was still taking in everything going on around them: the arched backs, open mouths, and quivering muscles that writhed like snakes in a pit.

As she did it, he couldn’t miss the signs of her arousal.

Leslie ran her palms over the skirt of her sweet dress, lifted her hair which stuck to her damp neck, and tightened her thighs as her breath caught in her chest. But then, to his utter shock, she gripped the hem of her dress and started drawing it upward, exposing her beautiful legs to the sticky, sweat filled air.

She couldn’t be…

She wouldn’t…

He sucked in a breath as she lifted the hem of her dress and spread her legs until he saw the wet spot on her lacy pink panties.

Alex was frozen in shock. Mesmerized.

Then she lightly touched her clit through her panties.

“No,” he snapped.

Leslie jumped at his voice but instead of stopping and pulling down her skirt, she continued to touch herself.

He had to grit out the words through a clenched jaw: “Leslie, I said no.”

“I feel so empty,” she moaned softly. “I just want to be filled, Alex.”

Fuck. She’d only just started touching herself and she looked debauched: her bottom lip held between her teeth, her chest heaving, her eyes fucking saucers. He remembered how she’d said she liked the idea of being watched.

Who are you to deny her this? That’s why you brought her here. To discover what she likes and whether it was consistent with the lifestyle. Don’t make her feel ashamed because you can’t control your hardening dick or are feeling possessive.

He was losing control of himself. Alex screwed shut his eyes and breathed through the building pressure in his groin. Then he opened his eyes to find Leslie’s eyes still on him.

“Do it,” he said. “Make yourself feel good, baby.”

“You won’t think less of me?”

Damn, he hated that his instinctive reaction to seeing her touch herself in public had made her think that. He looked around quickly, saw male and female eyes on them, specifically on Leslie’s pussy and her fingers still pressed against her clit. He hardened his gaze, his message clear: Watch but don’t take a fucking step closer.

When they seemed to understand and obey, he turned back to Leslie.

“Nothing you do, ask or say will ever make me think less of you. You are gorgeous. You are powerful. You are amazing. Now touch yourself the way you imagine I want to touch you. Because I do, Leslie. I want to touch you so goddamn bad.”

With only one brief hesitation, Leslie’s fingers moved.

11

The pulsing beats of the music at the sex club blended with the low hum of conversations and sounds of pleasure, creating an intoxicating medley. Alex’s eyes were on Leslie, dark shadowed and intense. Leslie also felt the gaze of the strangers around them but instead of embarrassing her, the knowledge made her feel bold, powerful.

She could barely believe herself when she’d lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her panties. Her heart had been pounding in her chest but that had only served to urge her on. Despite his initial protest, Alex was now urging Leslie to touch herself the way she imagined he’d touch her.

And that’s exactly what she did.