Chapter 10
10
A t Alex’s command to stop walking, Leslie froze and turned to look at him.
“Don’t look at me, baby. Look at them.”
Her eyes returned to the women who were using ice cubes on their skin while they faced one another and mirrored each other’s movements.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”
The two women heard him and stretched and preened. He watched Leslie stiffen as they undressed him with their eyes, an invitation to join them explicit in their panting red lips.
Jealousy looked good on her.
He leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
“You’re more beautiful. You get my cock hard in a way they never could. Does that make you feel good?”
She sucked in a breath.
“Does it?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. Because it’s true.”
Leslie glanced at him, her pupils blown wide, before he gently grasped her chin and turned her head so she was looking at the two women again.
Her gaze followed the trail of the ice cubes down slender stomachs, not daring to blink as they disappeared inside the pussies of the women who hissed at the cold as their own moisture coated their fingers.
“This is temperature play,” Alex said, reluctantly releasing her chin. “Using extremes in cold and heat to arouse.”
“Heat?” Leslie asked with a tremble.
“Hot stones, melted wax, and, for some, fire.”
Her gaze whipped to his again.
“Keep your eyes on them,” he said gently.
She obeyed. “Do you…do you like…to use fire during sex?”
“Would it scare you, disgust you, if I did?”
She was silent for several seconds, enough for Alex to assume it would. But then she shook her head. “It…it scares me. But it doesn’t disgust me. I’m just not sure why. I’m just not sure I would like it for myself.”
Alex breathed easier then said, “That’s fine, Leslie. And I’m proud of you for expressing what you don’t think you’d like it.”
“But I haven’t tried it. Shouldn’t I try it before I dismiss it as a possibility?”
“Only if it’s what you really want. With a partner you could trust to stop the instant you communicated it.”
I could be that partner. I could give her what she needs, the opportunity to explore kink in a safe way. I could direct her when she needed it, hold her back when she needed it.
I could do it not just for a night, but for a lifetime.
He cleared his throat. “I like temperature play. Even fire. But not in any type of extreme way. It’s the tease of the fire I like. It’s different for others.”
But that was the allure of this lifestyle. If you’re partner wanted something, it could unwrap desires you never even knew were there. But what you did with those desires was the next difficult decision to make. While his stomach turned at the idea of someone burning any part of Leslie’s body, he said nothing, not wanting to influence her.
When the two women shared a kiss with an ice cube passed from tongue to tongue, Leslie asked, “Can I keep walking now?”
Fuck, she asked that so prettily.
“In a minute,” he said, just to draw out the tension. “Clarify something for me. You’ve never tried bondage with a partner?”
“No.”
“Is that something you would like to try? Being tied up? Wrists bound? Legs spread apart and tied to the foot of the bed? Gagged? Breasts roped up?”
A scream of pleasure came from across the room. It was like a strike of electricity. It brought silence and then the sounds of sex rose even higher than before. Nearby, two men who’d been touching themselves suddenly began jerking each other off, muttering insults at one another.
“Yes,” she said. “Those are things I’d like to try.”
“What about impact play? Whips, paddles, my hands?”
She sucked in a breath, and he knew it was because he’d fucked up and referred to his hands touching her.
“Yes.”
“Electrostimulation?”
Leslie hesitated and Alex waited for her to say no.
No, I don’t want that.
“I’m not sure.”
Her answer gave him pause. He remembered exactly what she’d said about fire as temperature play. I’m just not sure I would like it for myself.
She’d yet to say a definite no to anything he was suggesting, which could mean nothing or could mean everything.
If she was reluctant to draw firm lines then a partner wouldn’t know not to cross them. Alex worried that Leslie was just trying to please him. Say the right things. Play the part she thought he wanted her to play: naughty little best friend’s sister, angel defiled, sacrificial lamb.
“Humiliation?” Alex pressed. “I call you a whore, a slut, a bitch. I say nasty things about you, do nasty things to you.”
He hadn’t realized how heavily he’d started breathing. The sex club had become stifling, the air too heavily fragranced with expensive perfume, too sweet with cum and sweat.
When Leslie looked down and murmured, “I don’t know, maybe,” he gripped his fists at his sides.
“Do you realize you haven’t said no to anything? Are you telling me you’re willing to try anything, no holds barred?”
She bit her lip, then reached out. He pulled back, not because he didn’t love her touch, but because he loved it too much. Leslie looked hurt, but pushed on nonetheless, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Alex,” she said, “I’m not saying no because of you. Because you’re asking,” she said. “Because I trust you completely. Some of the things you’re talking about scare me. But if you told me I’d be safe and that all you wanted was for me to ultimately feel good, I’d try anything.”
Alex hardly dared to move when Leslie stepped closer and raised her chin to look up at him.
“I get it, Alex. I’ve always suspected it, but now I know. It isn’t that you don’t want me. It’s that you want me too much.”
Alex felt the strain of his erection against his slacks. Leslie might not be experienced with BDSM, but she was no stranger to using what she had to get what she wanted.
“And the way you want me? I suspect it doesn’t even come close to the way I want you. So you can suggest anything. And I won’t say a hard no. Not when I’m imagining it’s you doing it to me.”
Half an hour had passed since Leslie told Alex she wouldn’t say no to anything he wanted to do her. Honestly, it was the worst possible thing she could have said to him because it brought forth images of him doing things to her he wasn’t even sure he’d ever be able to do with a woman, especially Leslie. Given total carte blanch?
He already thought of himself as a man hiding the monster inside him.
Nothing would bring out the monster faster than being offered anything and everything Leslie had to give him.
He took a long swallow of his club soda, keeping an eye on Leslie as she took a sip of her second drink as they sat together on a couch. Sober, she was still taking in everything going on around them: the arched backs, open mouths, and quivering muscles that writhed like snakes in a pit.
As she did it, he couldn’t miss the signs of her arousal.
Leslie ran her palms over the skirt of her sweet dress, lifted her hair which stuck to her damp neck, and tightened her thighs as her breath caught in her chest. But then, to his utter shock, she gripped the hem of her dress and started drawing it upward, exposing her beautiful legs to the sticky, sweat filled air.
She couldn’t be…
She wouldn’t…
He sucked in a breath as she lifted the hem of her dress and spread her legs until he saw the wet spot on her lacy pink panties.
Alex was frozen in shock. Mesmerized.
Then she lightly touched her clit through her panties.
“No,” he snapped.
Leslie jumped at his voice but instead of stopping and pulling down her skirt, she continued to touch herself.
He had to grit out the words through a clenched jaw: “Leslie, I said no.”
“I feel so empty,” she moaned softly. “I just want to be filled , Alex.”
Fuck. She’d only just started touching herself and she looked debauched: her bottom lip held between her teeth, her chest heaving, her eyes fucking saucers. He remembered how she’d said she liked the idea of being watched.
Who are you to deny her this? That’s why you brought her here. To discover what she likes and whether it was consistent with the lifestyle. Don’t make her feel ashamed because you can’t control your hardening dick or are feeling possessive.
He was losing control of himself. Alex screwed shut his eyes and breathed through the building pressure in his groin. Then he opened his eyes to find Leslie’s eyes still on him.
“Do it,” he said. “Make yourself feel good, baby.”
“You won’t think less of me?”
Damn, he hated that his instinctive reaction to seeing her touch herself in public had made her think that. He looked around quickly, saw male and female eyes on them, specifically on Leslie’s pussy and her fingers still pressed against her clit. He hardened his gaze, his message clear: Watch but don’t take a fucking step closer .
When they seemed to understand and obey, he turned back to Leslie.
“Nothing you do, ask or say will ever make me think less of you. You are gorgeous. You are powerful. You are amazing. Now touch yourself the way you imagine I want to touch you. Because I do, Leslie. I want to touch you so goddamn bad.”
With only one brief hesitation, Leslie’s fingers moved.