Chapter 11
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T he pulsing beats of the music at the sex club blended with the low hum of conversations and sounds of pleasure, creating an intoxicating medley. Alex’s eyes were on Leslie, dark shadowed and intense. Leslie also felt the gaze of the strangers around them but instead of embarrassing her, the knowledge made her feel bold, powerful.
She could barely believe herself when she’d lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her panties. Her heart had been pounding in her chest but that had only served to urge her on. Despite his initial protest, Alex was now urging Leslie to touch herself the way she imagined he’d touch her.
And that’s exactly what she did.
She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and began touching herself over her panties, her movements timid at first, then gaining confidence with each passing second.
She felt the shift in the room, the increase in the intensity of the gazes on her, and as her pleasure increased, so did her insecurity. At one point she faltered, but Alex said, “Eyes on me, Leslie. No one else.”
The directness of his command sent a shiver through her.
Her movements settled into a rhythm, her fingers working their magic over her clit. With a deep breath that did nothing to quell the fluttering nerves in her stomach, Leslie eased her hand beneath the delicate lace. Her fingers found the slick folds of her sex and a small gasp of surprise escaped her lips. She was so wet a flush of combined embarrassment and arousal heated her cheeks.
“You’re doing so good, baby girl. You look gorgeous. Show me what you need to get off.”
The raw desire in his eyes was more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol. He was watching her every move, every flicker of emotion on her face. She was putting on a show, and Alex was her sole audience.
Emboldened by the look in his eyes, she increased the pressure of her touch, her fingertips gliding over her sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation was electric, causing sharp sparks of pleasure to zip through her body. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breathing grew erratic, and her mind started to fill with a fuzzy, pleasurable haze.
The world outside their little bubble faded away. The chatter, the music, the rustling of clothes and slapping of skin—all of it faded into insignificance. All she could focus on was the heat pooling between her legs, and the man whose gaze never wavered from her face.
As her fingers danced over her clit, her back arched off the couch, her hips moving of their own volition to meet her touch. A soft whimper escaped her lips, the sound seeming loud in the charged silence between them.
She felt the climax building within her, an intense pressure that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. With a sense of fearlessness she hadn’t known she possessed, she pushed herself to the brink, her fingers moving in rapid circles over her clit, chasing the release that was just within her grasp.
She was past caring about the onlookers, their whispers and stares lost in the fog of her pleasure. All that mattered was the man before her and the powerful connection they shared. It was a thrill, a rush of adrenaline and arousal that made her feel bolder than she had ever been.
All the while, her eyes stayed locked with Alex's, his gaze holding her steady as she teetered on the precipice of complete and utter ruin.
Suddenly, even as she worked her clit, the empty feeling inside her began to expand rather than fade. It made her falter. It was as if she’d been going full throttle and she suddenly was going in reverse.
Instinctively, she understood she needed more.
The question was whether she would dare reach for it?
Alex had thought himself prepared for the sensual display Leslie was putting on, rubbing her clit then easing her fingers inside her panties, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that followed.
She bit her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Then, her eyes were filled with a determined fire, she hooked her fingers around the sides of her underwear and began to slowly, almost torturously, slide them down her thighs.
Her thighs parted, revealing her perfectly pink, dripping cunt to his hungry gaze. She was beautifully wet, glistening in the dim lighting of the club, a sight that made Alex's mouth water, his heart pound and his body react with an almost painful need.
The audience seemed to hold its collective breath, the atmosphere heavy with the mix of desire and eagerness. He could sense the attention of the others drawn to the mesmerizing sight of Leslie baring herself, displaying her most intimate area with an air of erotic fearlessness that was intoxicating.
Without breaking eye contact with Alex, she spread her thighs further, her fingers dancing over the sensitive nub of her clit, her body shaking with the raw need coursing through her veins. The sight was intoxicating, hypnotic, and Alex found himself completely entranced.
With a deep, shuddering breath, Leslie inserted one slender finger inside herself, gasping as she slowly began to move it in and out. The sight of her pleasuring herself so unabashedly, so passionately, was something he knew would be etched into his mind forever.
Her movements became faster, more frenzied, but she kept to just one finger, pushing herself further towards the edge. Her chest was heaving, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat as she lost herself to the pleasure. The tension in the room was palpable, eyes glued to the beautifully erotic and raw display she was offering.
He had always known Leslie could be bold, but tonight, she had completely shattered his expectations. The feelings he already knew he had for her were compounded in that moment, as his entire world seemed to come to a single point—her.
Watching Leslie pleasure herself was one of the most agonizing and arousing experiences of Alex's life. Every flicker of pleasure that passed over her face, every shuddering breath, every soft moan, they all hit him like a punch to the gut, stoking the fires of his own desire until he thought he might combust.
He was hard in his jeans, his cock throbbing in time with the rapid flutter of Leslie's fingers as they danced over her clit, dipping inside herself every so often. The sight of her on the verge of climaxing was doing things to him, and the need to touch her, to give her what she wanted was almost too much to bear.
He could tell she needed more. More pressure, more contact, a slower pace to draw out the impending climax. His fingers itched to take over, to provide her with the relief she was chasing so desperately.
But he resisted. He understood this was her moment of self-exploration, a chance for her to understand her body and its responses better in a public area where so many eyes were on her. So he clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palm to distract himself from the overwhelming urge to intervene.
Her movements were becoming frantic, her breathing coming out in sharp pants. Her chest was heaving, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each desperate gasp for air. She was teetering just on the edge of orgasm now.
He ached to join her there, to guide her over the edge into the realm of blissful release. He yearned to watch her face as she tipped over the edge, her body convulsing. He longed to see her eyes glassy with satisfaction, her cheeks flushed with post-orgasmic glow.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrest of his chair, gritting his teeth and focusing on keeping his self-control.
A self-control that finally snapped the longer she couldn’t reach her orgasm.
“Add another finger, Leslie. Stretch that pussy for me.”
At Alex’s words, Leslie gasped.
Instantly, she obeyed, adding another finger and moaning at the sensation of being fuller, even if she didn’t feel completely full.
Alex's eyes were hungry on her and his hard cock pushed violently against his pants. A small groan escaped her lips knowing she made him that way. Another surge of power overwhelmed her. If she wanted to pull her hand away from between her quivering thighs, it would be torture for him. If she decided to stop panting in rhythm with her tiny thrusts, she could destroy his pleasure, end it all right then and there. Heat pooled in Leslie's lower stomach as Alex reflexively straightened and curled his fingers on his thighs. She was driving him mad. She had that power.
But even with that power, even as she drove herself higher and higher, she couldn’t get where she needed to.
“You want my help to get off, Leslie?” Alex roughly said.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.”
“I’m going to do it without touching you. I’m going to do it with the sound of my voice as you continue to touch yourself.”
“That’s not what I want,” she said.
“But that’s what you’re going to get.”
“Fine,” she snapped. “Tell me what to do.”
“Careful, Leslie. I’m in charge here, do you understand? You are going to do exactly as I say or this goes no further.”
She panted. “Okay, I’m sorry. You’re in charge. Please tell me what to do.”
“You call me Sir when you beg me.”
Leslie eyes widened.
“Is that going to be a problem?” he asked.
“No,” Leslie choked out.
"Good. Now you’re going too fast. Slow down.”
Leslie held back a whine of protest: if anything she wanted to go faster, force more fingers inside of herself. But she trusted that Alex would bring her to an even greater pleasure. If she obeyed. And if she witnessed the way it tore him in two.
"Like this, Sir?" Leslie asked.
She made sure to let Alex see how wet her fingers were for him as she pulled them slowly out of herself.
"Is this the way you want it?" she pressed.
Alex licked his lips and dug his nails into the expensive material of his slacks. Leslie liked the way his control seemed to be slipping. It felt dangerous to test it, to push him to his limits. But maybe that’s why she was here. Because she wanted what she did with her body, what Alex did to her body, to be dangerous.
"Press your finger in as deep as you can," Alex said. "And then hold it there. Don't move."
Leslie enjoyed the sensation of her finger against the quivering walls of her vagina even more becauseof Alex’s command. She pressed until she could press no further. Her body yearned for friction, for her finger to thrust in and out, in and out, but she forced herself to stay still. Her chest rose from the strain, her nipples pressing hard against the layers of chiffon.
From the way Alex was looking at her with lustful eyes, drinking in the slight glisten on her brow, the twitch of the muscles along her inner forearm, the squeezing of her thighs tighter and tighter together, Leslie understood that he was not going to allow her to move her finger for some time.
All the bodies around her in the sex club seemed to move faster as she throbbed against her motionless finger. Women's hips flicked more roughly against men's groins, their tits bouncing more and more wildly. Whips fell with a greater velocity as whimpers came more desperately and more franticly. Even her own blood teased her, racing through her pulsing veins as she looked to Alex with a silent plea in her eyes.
"Push your finger in deeper," he said.
She wasn't sure she could push in deeper, but she was sure that she couldn't handle this pressure building inside of her for much longer.
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.