Page 29 of Filthy Dirty Dom

It took Alex physically looking down at his crotch to understand. It drove Leslie wild with lust to know that he had been that far gone because of her. It was why she was so disappointed when Alex pulled his hand away as if he'd been burned. She watched as he wiped his palm against the velvet of the couch as if pleasuring himself in front of her had made him dirty. Frustration boiled up in Leslie's chest.

Things had been going so well. It was only a matter of time before her older brother's best friend took over again. Leslie loved that Alex was protective. She got wet dreaming of him holding her in his big arms, defending her against the world, fingering her with his broad chest cocooning her. But tonight, with her fingers inside of her while she was out in the open at a sex club, she wanted BDSM Alex.

The one infamous for the insane pleasure he gave women. The one who had no lines except for those of his partner. The one who he constantly reigned in, wouldn't let her fully see and know because Leslie was too sweet, too naive, too inexperienced.

"I said it's okay," she told him in a stern voice.

Alex shook his head. "No."

Leslie rejected the finality he tried to impart with his one-word answer. She saw his arousal. The stain of precum on his slacks. He wanted this. She wanted this.

"Masturbate," she said, making the word sticky and sweet.

"No, Leslie."

"Touch yourself in front of me, Sir," she pressed.

She saw his jaw shift from side to side. He was struggling. Good, Leslie thought. She had no intention of letting up.

"Stroke your cock," she whispered. "Won't it feel so good?"

Her own desire rose with his. She urged her fingers in deeper inside her pussy while at the same time thrusting faster. They were playing another game. And one thing she'd learned from this night was that she very much liked winning.

"Unzip your pants, Alex," Leslie murmured seductively as his hands balled into fists on either side of his thighs. "Ease out that massive dick of yours."

"Leslie," Alex warned.

"Rub that precum over your red cockhead," she continued. "Let your hand slide all the way down your shaft. Feel how hard and big you are as I watch."

Alex inhaled through his nose as he tilted back his head. She withdrew her fingers from inside her and drew back his attention with a long moan.

Looking tortured, he watched as she lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them.

“Fuck…damn…fuck…” Alex bit out.

Leslie pulled her fingers out with a wet pop. They both groaned as she pushed them back inside her and resumed fucking herself, inner thighs quivering.

"It must hurt," Leslie whispered when Alex remained strong and unrelenting. “Denying yourself.”

Leslie was surprised at the impulse that struck her. She must have been high on the moment, drunk on Alex's arousal and hers. Perhaps it was the sex club itself that had emboldened her. Whatever it was, it frightened her slightly. It felt a little dangerous, a little outside her comfort zone. But she wanted to try. The throbbing inside her body wanted to try.

Squeezing her thighs around her hand, Leslie forced herself to keep her gaze on Alex's as she said in a voice she wished had been a little louder or bolder, "But you like that, don't you? Pleasure and pain. You already admitted it to me. You’ve already given it to me. Just how much pain do you like with your pleasure Alex? How much of that fire we talked about do you really want even when you pull back from having it?"

Alex’s entire body stiffened and the sudden twisting of his expression with arousal sent Leslie dangerously close to coming.

Her back arched, nipples straining. Alex's eyes were dark, narrow slits.

“You want to hurt me, don’t you? Really hurt me.”

“Stop it, Leslie,” he said.

Leslie, aroused to the point of whimpering with each thrust of her hand, thought she understood him: he wanted to contradict her, because he didn't want to scare her. He was afraid of revealing too much of himself, even still. Even after she'd showed him her fingers wet with herself.

She imagined him punishing her for teasing him. Would he tie her up and fuck her until she begged him to stop? Would he silence her with a massive dildo as he fisted her? Leslie groaned without holding herself back.

Leslie's whole body was on fire, heat like magma in her lower stomach. Her toes had curled in her boots and her breasts were sticky with sweat. She reminded herself to breathe before she came. Or passed out. She wasn't sure which would come first at that point.

Then to her surprise, Alex admitted, "I do like pain, Leslie."