Page 66 of Filthy Dirty Dom
Leslie stood rooted to the spot, her body throbbing with an unfulfilled desire that had only been ignited further by their conversation. A knot of frustration twisted in her gut and her realization that Alex didn’t believe he could ever truly experience authentic human life—relaxed, fulfilled, all about him—spread through her like wildfire.
And yet, she was acutely aware of his gaze, those hawk-like eyes of his lingering on her with a promise that made her blood simmer. A promise to care for her body as much as her safety…when the time was right. A whirlpool of emotions pulled her in deeper and deeper.
She stepped back. “Maybe I’ll just have to tempt Selfish Alex to play so badly that he leaves protector Alex in the dust.”
He smiled. “I’d enjoy you trying.”
Which meant he didn’t think that day would ever come. Yes, he’d loosened his control by giving into their sexual chemistry a few times, but he was confident that if he was ever needed, Protector Alex would always be on the ready to immediately spring into action. It shouldn’t bother her. That wasn’t just his job, it was him, but she didn’t like knowing that he could never truly share himself fully with her because part of him was always being held in reserve, in control, on duty.
With his words a trumpeted challenge in her ear, Leslie tossed her head back, her wet hair fanning out behind her, releasing a spray of droplets into the warm air. With her eyes closed, she stretched languorously, every curve and angle of her body under the scrutiny of his gaze. When she opened her eyes, the hunger in his was stark. A triumphant smile graced her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the game they were engaged in.
He warned her, his voice a low growl. "Be careful what you wish for."
Her response was immediate, confident. "I made my wishes a long time ago and I’m not afraid."
"Maybe you should be."
Instead of scaring her, Leslie just smiled. There he was. Selfish Alex poking out his head, tempted to play. Before their time on this island was over, she vowed she would get all of him. She was not just a participant, but a provocateur in this game they were playing, a game she was becoming more and more eager to see through.
She toyed with the strap of her bathing suit. “Do you think Selfish Alex would fully come out to play if…let’s say… I went skinny dipping?”
The smile dropped from Alex's face. He looked around. There were a few men in the distance, but they were moving to or from somewhere, not paying them any attention.
"The kids are off to school. They won't see anything," she reassured him.
He gritted his teeth. “The guards might.”
"I don’t care who else sees." She was bluffing.
Or was she? She’d never thought she’d be as daring as she’d been at the sex club. If it meant Alex fully losing control, maybe Leslie wouldn’t mind if one of the guards happened to catch her skinny dipping.
His response was instantaneous and fierce. His voice was a low growl, resonating with a possessiveness that sent a jolt of desire shooting through her.
"I care. You will not do that," he stated firmly, the intensity in his gaze holding her captive.
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and electrifying.
“I bared and fucked myself in the sex club. How can you be okay with that and not with me going skinny dipping here?”
He stepped up to her and roughly tilted her face up to his. “Because that was a sex club. A fantasy in the dark. This is reality. In the cold light of day. But the truth is? What the difference might be doesn’t matter. Because you agreed to one month with me, and for the time we’re together, you are mine, Leslie. That means I decide when you bare your body and who you bare it to. And you will not bare it to anyone but me.”
At his rough touch and even rougher words, a tidal wave of desire washed over her, hot and urgent. Her heart beat rapidly as she realized how much she wanted him to claim her in every way possible.
Alex's gaze was fixed on her, the intensity of it making her heart flutter. "You're mine to see, Leslie," he whispered, his voice a possessive rumble. “Mine.”
Leslie was more than willing to be his, and his alone.
Her response was soft. "I wouldn't want it any other way."
28
After swimming a little longer, Leslie changed and told Alex they could have their self-defense lesson before lunch and that she could sketch later. He led her to the compound’s gym, a titan of a room, spacious and well-appointed with an air of unmistakable opulence. Glossy hardwood floors stretched out in every direction, interrupted only by the scatterings of state-of-the-art workout machines, free weights and punching bags. One side of the gym was entirely glass, affording an uninterrupted view of the island’s lush foliage and ocean beyond. Against one wall, an indoor Olympic-size pool lay shimmering under the glow of recessed lighting, adjacent to it, a bubbling hot tub. On the opposite end were locker rooms, presumably as lavish as the rest of the facilities.
The gym wasn’t simply a testament to wealth, but also a reflection of someone who appreciated health and physical prowess—a sentiment Alex clearly shared.
Alex, his persona shifting from alluring enigma to focused trainer, was a vision of commanding authority. He introduced her to the vast expanse of the gym, his movements efficient, his expression serious. Leslie followed his lead, her focus bouncing between the awe-inspiring space and the chiseled man before her.
As their training commenced, every stretch, every pivot, every block became a dance, an elaborate choreography charged with tension. Leslie felt the intensity of Alex's gaze, a potent force that electrified the space between them. It wasn't just an instructor's watchful scrutiny, but something raw, something burning, an undercurrent of restrained desire mirroring her own.