Page 89 of Filthy Dirty Dom
He gestured with his chin. “See that? The cave you were interested in on our first day here? Good shelter from the storm.”
She cocked a brow. “Isn’t that the same one you implied someone could be hiding in, so it wasn’t a good idea to explore it?”
“Yes, well, that was before Damien told us how secure the cave was. But just to be sure, wait here.” He gently set her down just outside the cave, then headed inside, presumably to do a quick check of the cave’s interior. Almost immediately, light flickered from within and then he was back. “There’s a lantern. Blanket and candles,” he said. Taking her hand, he tugged her inside where the sound of the rain lessened, replaced by the echo of water droplets hitting stone.
“This is awesome,” Leslie said. As he’d said, there were blankets scattered about, evidence of past occupants. She remembered that Damien said the girls sometimes played in here, and that they weren’t the only ones. Alex had lit a lantern, but there was also a pile of candles next to the lantern. Instead of being creepy, the cave seemed like a sanctuary, if only for this stormy afternoon.
“Almost as awesome as the look on your face when I caught you and picked you up.”
She rolled her eyes, going to punch him lightly on the arm. “You should’ve seen your face when I splashed you.”
But her playful jab halted mid-air as Alex's hand snaked out and caught her wrist. His grip was gentle but firm, his fingers strong and sure against her skin. There was a pause, a moment where the world seemed to hold its breath before he slowly pulled her towards him.
Her heart hammered in her chest as he tugged her against his body, his solid form a barrier against the storm that raged outside. The cave was silent, the playful banter from moments ago a distant echo. His eyes met hers, the intensity of his gaze igniting a fire deep within her.
Slowly, he bent his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. The warmth of his lips against her cold skin sent goosebumps spiraling down her body. The unexpected intimacy made her moan, the sound echoing through the cavern. His arms tightened around her, his body responding to her obvious pleasure. His lips left her skin, only to whisper against her ear.
"Now that I have you all alone in here, Leslie, what do you think I should do with you?" he murmured, his voice a rumble of desire that mirrored the thunder outside. His tone was a warning, a promise, a challenge all in one. It sent a thrill through her, stoking the embers of desire that had begun to burn between them.
The storm outside raged on, but within the confines of the cave, a different kind of tempest was taking hold. One that promised to leave them both breathless and yearning for more. And as Alex's lips returned to her neck, Leslie had a feeling that this storm was just beginning.
Alex’s body was responding to the undeniable pull between them. He looked down at Leslie, her body pressed against his, her eyes wide and filled with emotion and burgeoning desire. Before the rain had started, even back in the kitchen, he’d felt as relaxed as he could ever remember being in a very long time. To be able to play with Leslie, be silly, be carefree had been amazing. He wanted to be able to have moments like that throughout his whole life with her. And of course, he wanted moments like these, where it was just the two of them, safe in the heart of a storm where they could surrender to one another without fear.
Letting go of Leslie for a moment, he moved towards the candles and matches. He lit a few, adding to the light from the lantern, and soon the cave was bathed in a warm, inviting glow, the flames reflecting off the cave walls and adding an ethereal beauty to the rugged space. He lit more lanterns next, their brighter light pushing the shadows even further away. Alex grabbed a blanket, shook it out, inspected in, then laid it on the cave floor.
Turning back to Leslie, he admired the way the warm light played off her features. Her eyes, already a beautiful shade of green, seemed to shine in the soft light, captivating him even further. She was a sight to behold, a woman of strength, resilience, and undeniable beauty. In the soft glow of the lanterns, he began to circle her slowly. The air between them was thick, the energy undeniable. He saw the flush in her cheeks, the spark of lust in her eyes. It matched his own, fueling his desire.
Her breaths were rapid now. His gaze roamed over her, appreciating the way her clothes clung to her curves, soaked from the rain.
"Strip. Slowly," he commanded, his voice low and laced with desire.
"Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself," she shot back, her voice trembling slightly.
"I make no promises," Alex countered. “Besides, you’re mine. You ran. I caught you. Now I get to enjoy my prize.”
“A prize, huh? I rather like you thinking of me like that.” Leslie started to undress, her movements slow and deliberate. She was teasing him, a show of defiance that had his blood heating. Her clothes hit the floor one by one, the sight of her bare skin in the flickering light a feast for his hungry eyes.
Soon, she stood before him, bare and breathtaking. She was a vision, all exposed skin and raw vulnerability, holding her breath as she waited for his next move.
"Get on your knees on the blanket," he instructed, his voice barely more than a whisper. He watched as she did and without breaking eye contact, started stripping off his own clothes, leaving only his boxers on. He reached for her discarded bikini-top, the fabric still damp. With deft fingers, he tied her wrists together behind her back, his touch firm yet gentle. The action earned him a gasp from Leslie.
Moving to the lower half of her body, he found a smooth stone, wedged it between her knees, and used his jeans to secure her legs. His gaze never left her as he worked, the shared silence thickening with every passing second.
Once satisfied with his work, he moved her so her chest rested on the blanket, her knees tucked below her with her ass in the air. Alex stepped back, circling her again. This time, he picked up one of the flickering candles, the soft glow casting dancing shadows over her exposed body.
Leslie looked over her shoulder, her eyes catching the flickering candle in his hand. "And what, pray tell, are you planning on doing with that?" she asked, her voice quaking slightly.
Alex's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he approached her, his gaze scanning her body. "Oh, just shedding some light on the situation," he quipped, his voice rich with amusement.
The response elicited a shaky laugh from Leslie, her eagerness and trust in him palpable. The sight of her, bound and vulnerable under his care, was a sight that set his blood aflame. Seeing her shiver was all it took to stoke his desire further, a sharp thrill running through him. But he didn’t want there to be any doubts…
“I want to use the wax on you. Are you scared?”
She bit her lip. “Not scared. Maybe a little nervous. But I want this.”
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes. Shopping.”