Page 28 of Filthy Dirty Dom

Leslie gasped when her pussy relented and allowed even more of her finger inside of her. It was like unlocking a new part of herself. She panted as her dress began to cling to her damp skin.

"Deeper," Alex commanded.

Leslie shook her head, but moments later she was in as deep as she could go. Her forearm ached from the strain of not only staying that deep, but also staying still.

"Alex," she moaned pitifully.

"Curl your fingertip," he said with dark, lust-filled eyes.

Leslie couldn't keep going like this. Alex had driven her too far. She needed to retreat from the edge. But all it took was seeing that Alex was no more in control of himself than she was.

He might be in the driver's seat, but they were both hurtling toward a cliff. Leslie loved that idea. She might be the submissive one in this moment, but she was undoing the master, breaking down the ruler, kamikaze diving together.

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Leslie tried her best to keep her focus on Alex as she curled her fingertip inside her like he told her to. It was difficult because the small motion sent bursts of white light to blind her. But she saw enough that the groan which escaped her lips wasn't just from her physical pleasure. It was from the how brutal the expression on Alex’s face had become.

Sweat lined his brow and he could hardly keep his hips still as he watched her writhing body.

"Move slowly," he told her with a strained voice. "Pump in and out. Good."

Leslie knew Alex prided himself on his self-control. It was only on a few rare occasions that he'd lost it. Even when he’d confronted David earlier, he’d been the master of his mind and body. So it was delicious to Leslie that she was the thing that broke that steely concentration, that iron will.

When Alex told her to add another finger, Leslie added two. She made sure to let Alex see the slight strain on her face as she worked past the mild discomfort while her pussy stretched. She wanted to see how far she could push him. How far he would let her push him.

"If you're going to disobey me, I'm going to punish you."

Despite his threatening words, she could plainly see he liked her defiance.

"Four," was all Alex said, but Leslie understood he was referring to how many fingers he wanted inside her.

Her chest tightened slightly. Even when playing with herself at home she'd never used four fingers.

"And I want you to fuck yourself hard."

This was what Leslie was hoping for the whole night. This skipping of her heart, this tinge of fear at the base of her spine. Alex wasn’t babying her, he was pushing her, just like she’d wanted, just like he had in Montana. He was trusting that she was ready for this. And despite her mild apprehension, Leslie knew that she was ready.

Her first impulse was to hide the discomfort she felt when she tried pressing four fingers into her pussy. But Alex had praised her honesty earlier, her openness. Trusting that he wouldn’t stop her due to a little pain, Leslie let Alex see all of what she was feeling.

And he seemed to love it. His eyes were captivated as she explored herself, slight pain and all. He was mesmerized by her little gasps and caught breath, by the determination that etched itself between her brows, by, at last, the dawn of pleasure as her body relaxed and her four fingers plunged deep into her pussy.

“Oh my god,” Leslie moaned, shuddering around her knuckles.

She watched arousal build on his face just as hers did. Faster and faster she pulsed her wrist, harder and harder she drove her fingers in. They panted together, in their own time which was separate and unique from all the other heavy breathing in the sex club around them.

“Harder,” Alex whispered hoarsely. “Fuck, Leslie. You better go harder or I’ll do it for you.”

Leslie was certain that Alex didn’t know he was cupping his dick through his pants and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life, his big, broad hand barely enough to cover the bulge of his pants. His shuddering breath as his glassy eyes watched Leslie spread herself apart with four of her fingers.

She was the reason he wasn't even aware of what he was doing to himself. It was her body, her words, her submission, and her teasing that drove him to this. Leslie moaned at this realization and watched as in response Alex's hips tilted up to the touch of his hand.

"It's okay," Leslie murmured.

At first Alex mistook her, thinking she was reassuring herself.

"If it's too much, Leslie—"

"It's okay," she repeated, this time nodding toward his hand cupped over his hard cock.