Page 26 of Filthy Dirty Dom
She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and began touching herself over her panties, her movements timid at first, then gaining confidence with each passing second.
She felt the shift in the room, the increase in the intensity of the gazes on her, and as her pleasure increased, so did her insecurity. At one point she faltered, but Alex said, “Eyes on me, Leslie. No one else.”
The directness of his command sent a shiver through her.
Her movements settled into a rhythm, her fingers working their magic over her clit. With a deep breath that did nothing to quell the fluttering nerves in her stomach, Leslie eased her hand beneath the delicate lace. Her fingers found the slick folds of her sex and a small gasp of surprise escaped her lips. She was so wet a flush of combined embarrassment and arousal heated her cheeks.
“You’re doing so good, baby girl. You look gorgeous. Show me what you need to get off.”
The raw desire in his eyes was more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol. He was watching her every move, every flicker of emotion on her face. She was putting on a show, and Alex was her sole audience.
Emboldened by the look in his eyes, she increased the pressure of her touch, her fingertips gliding over her sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation was electric, causing sharp sparks of pleasure to zip through her body. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breathing grew erratic, and her mind started to fill with a fuzzy, pleasurable haze.
The world outside their little bubble faded away. The chatter, the music, the rustling of clothes and slapping of skin—all of it faded into insignificance. All she could focus on was the heat pooling between her legs, and the man whose gaze never wavered from her face.
As her fingers danced over her clit, her back arched off the couch, her hips moving of their own volition to meet her touch. A soft whimper escaped her lips, the sound seeming loud in the charged silence between them.
She felt the climax building within her, an intense pressure that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. With a sense of fearlessness she hadn’t known she possessed, she pushed herself to the brink, her fingers moving in rapid circles over her clit, chasing the release that was just within her grasp.
She was past caring about the onlookers, their whispers and stares lost in the fog of her pleasure. All that mattered was the man before her and the powerful connection they shared. It was a thrill, a rush of adrenaline and arousal that made her feel bolder than she had ever been.
All the while, her eyes stayed locked with Alex's, his gaze holding her steady as she teetered on the precipice of complete and utter ruin.
Suddenly, even as she worked her clit, the empty feeling inside her began to expand rather than fade. It made her falter. It was as if she’d been going full throttle and she suddenly was going in reverse.
Instinctively, she understood she needed more.
The question was whether she would dare reach for it?
Alex had thought himself prepared for the sensual display Leslie was putting on, rubbing her clit then easing her fingers inside her panties, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that followed.
She bit her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Then, her eyes were filled with a determined fire, she hooked her fingers around the sides of her underwear and began to slowly, almost torturously, slide them down her thighs.
Her thighs parted, revealing her perfectly pink, dripping cunt to his hungry gaze. She was beautifully wet, glistening in the dim lighting of the club, a sight that made Alex's mouth water, his heart pound and his body react with an almost painful need.
The audience seemed to hold its collective breath, the atmosphere heavy with the mix of desire and eagerness. He could sense the attention of the others drawn to the mesmerizing sight of Leslie baring herself, displaying her most intimate area with an air of erotic fearlessness that was intoxicating.
Without breaking eye contact with Alex, she spread her thighs further, her fingers dancing over the sensitive nub of her clit, her body shaking with the raw need coursing through her veins. The sight was intoxicating, hypnotic, and Alex found himself completely entranced.
With a deep, shuddering breath, Leslie inserted one slender finger inside herself, gasping as she slowly began to move it in and out. The sight of her pleasuring herself so unabashedly, so passionately, was something he knew would be etched into his mind forever.
Her movements became faster, more frenzied, but she kept to just one finger, pushing herself further towards the edge. Her chest was heaving, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat as she lost herself to the pleasure. The tension in the room was palpable, eyes glued to the beautifully erotic and raw display she was offering.
He had always known Leslie could be bold, but tonight, she had completely shattered his expectations. The feelings he already knew he had for her were compounded in that moment, as his entire world seemed to come to a single point—her.
Watching Leslie pleasure herself was one of the most agonizing and arousing experiences of Alex's life. Every flicker of pleasure that passed over her face, every shuddering breath, every soft moan, they all hit him like a punch to the gut, stoking the fires of his own desire until he thought he might combust.
He was hard in his jeans, his cock throbbing in time with the rapid flutter of Leslie's fingers as they danced over her clit, dipping inside herself every so often. The sight of her on the verge of climaxing was doing things to him, and the need to touch her, to give her what she wanted was almost too much to bear.
He could tell she needed more. More pressure, more contact, a slower pace to draw out the impending climax. His fingers itched to take over, to provide her with the relief she was chasing so desperately.
But he resisted. He understood this was her moment of self-exploration, a chance for her to understand her body and its responses better in a public area where so many eyes were on her. So he clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palm to distract himself from the overwhelming urge to intervene.
Her movements were becoming frantic, her breathing coming out in sharp pants. Her chest was heaving, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each desperate gasp for air. She was teetering just on the edge of orgasm now.
He ached to join her there, to guide her over the edge into the realm of blissful release. He yearned to watch her face as she tipped over the edge, her body convulsing. He longed to see her eyes glassy with satisfaction, her cheeks flushed with post-orgasmic glow.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrest of his chair, gritting his teeth and focusing on keeping his self-control.