Page 27 of Filthy Dirty Dom

A self-control that finally snapped the longer she couldn’t reach her orgasm.

“Add another finger, Leslie. Stretch that pussy for me.”

At Alex’s words, Leslie gasped.

Instantly, she obeyed, adding another finger and moaning at the sensation of being fuller, even if she didn’t feel completely full.

Alex's eyes were hungry on her and his hard cock pushed violently against his pants. A small groan escaped her lips knowing she made him that way. Another surge of power overwhelmed her. If she wanted to pull her hand away from between her quivering thighs, it would be torture for him. If she decided to stop panting in rhythm with her tiny thrusts, she could destroy his pleasure, end it all right then and there. Heat pooled in Leslie's lower stomach as Alex reflexively straightened and curled his fingers on his thighs. She was driving him mad. She had that power.

But even with that power, even as she drove herself higher and higher, she couldn’t get where she needed to.

“You want my help to get off, Leslie?” Alex roughly said.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.”

“I’m going to do it without touching you. I’m going to do it with the sound of my voice as you continue to touch yourself.”

“That’s not what I want,” she said.

“But that’s what you’re going to get.”

“Fine,” she snapped. “Tell me what to do.”

“Careful, Leslie. I’m in charge here, do you understand? You are going to do exactly as I say or this goes no further.”

She panted. “Okay, I’m sorry. You’re in charge. Please tell me what to do.”

“You call me Sir when you beg me.”

Leslie eyes widened.

“Is that going to be a problem?” he asked.

“No,” Leslie choked out.

"Good. Now you’re going too fast. Slow down.”

Leslie held back a whine of protest: if anything she wanted to go faster, force more fingers inside of herself. But she trusted that Alex would bring her to an even greater pleasure. If she obeyed. And if she witnessed the way it tore him in two.

"Like this, Sir?" Leslie asked.

She made sure to let Alex see how wet her fingers were for him as she pulled them slowly out of herself.

"Is this the way you want it?" she pressed.

Alex licked his lips and dug his nails into the expensive material of his slacks. Leslie liked the way his control seemed to be slipping. It felt dangerous to test it, to push him to his limits. But maybe that’s why she was here. Because she wanted what she did with her body, what Alex did to her body, to be dangerous.

"Press your finger in as deep as you can," Alex said. "And then hold it there. Don't move."

Leslie enjoyed the sensation of her finger against the quivering walls of her vagina even more because of Alex’s command. She pressed until she could press no further. Her body yearned for friction, for her finger to thrust in and out, in and out, but she forced herself to stay still. Her chest rose from the strain, her nipples pressing hard against the layers of chiffon.

From the way Alex was looking at her with lustful eyes, drinking in the slight glisten on her brow, the twitch of the muscles along her inner forearm, the squeezing of her thighs tighter and tighter together, Leslie understood that he was not going to allow her to move her finger for some time.

All the bodies around her in the sex club seemed to move faster as she throbbed against her motionless finger. Women's hips flicked more roughly against men's groins, their tits bouncing more and more wildly. Whips fell with a greater velocity as whimpers came more desperately and more franticly. Even her own blood teased her, racing through her pulsing veins as she looked to Alex with a silent plea in her eyes.

"Push your finger in deeper," he said.

She wasn't sure she could push in deeper, but she was sure that she couldn't handle this pressure building inside of her for much longer.