Chapter 12
12
L eslie tried her best to keep her focus on Alex as she curled her fingertip inside her like he told her to. It was difficult because the small motion sent bursts of white light to blind her. But she saw enough that the groan which escaped her lips wasn't just from her physical pleasure. It was from the how brutal the expression on Alex’s face had become.
Sweat lined his brow and he could hardly keep his hips still as he watched her writhing body.
"Move slowly," he told her with a strained voice. "Pump in and out. Good."
Leslie knew Alex prided himself on his self-control. It was only on a few rare occasions that he'd lost it. Even when he’d confronted David earlier, he’d been the master of his mind and body. So it was delicious to Leslie that she was the thing that broke that steely concentration, that iron will.
When Alex told her to add another finger, Leslie added two. She made sure to let Alex see the slight strain on her face as she worked past the mild discomfort while her pussy stretched. She wanted to see how far she could push him. How far he would let her push him.
"If you're going to disobey me, I'm going to punish you."
Despite his threatening words, she could plainly see he liked her defiance.
"Four," was all Alex said, but Leslie understood he was referring to how many fingers he wanted inside her.
Her chest tightened slightly. Even when playing with herself at home she'd never used four fingers.
"And I want you to fuck yourself hard ."
This was what Leslie was hoping for the whole night. This skipping of her heart, this tinge of fear at the base of her spine. Alex wasn’t babying her, he was pushing her, just like she’d wanted, just like he had in Montana. He was trusting that she was ready for this. And despite her mild apprehension, Leslie knew that she was ready.
Her first impulse was to hide the discomfort she felt when she tried pressing four fingers into her pussy. But Alex had praised her honesty earlier, her openness. Trusting that he wouldn’t stop her due to a little pain, Leslie let Alex see all of what she was feeling.
And he seemed to love it. His eyes were captivated as she explored herself, slight pain and all. He was mesmerized by her little gasps and caught breath, by the determination that etched itself between her brows, by, at last, the dawn of pleasure as her body relaxed and her four fingers plunged deep into her pussy.
“Oh my god,” Leslie moaned, shuddering around her knuckles.
She watched arousal build on his face just as hers did. Faster and faster she pulsed her wrist, harder and harder she drove her fingers in. They panted together, in their own time which was separate and unique from all the other heavy breathing in the sex club around them.
“Harder,” Alex whispered hoarsely. “Fuck, Leslie. You better go harder or I’ll do it for you.”
Leslie was certain that Alex didn’t know he was cupping his dick through his pants and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life, his big, broad hand barely enough to cover the bulge of his pants. His shuddering breath as his glassy eyes watched Leslie spread herself apart with four of her fingers.
She was the reason he wasn't even aware of what he was doing to himself. It was her body, her words, her submission, and her teasing that drove him to this. Leslie moaned at this realization and watched as in response Alex's hips tilted up to the touch of his hand.
"It's okay," Leslie murmured.
At first Alex mistook her, thinking she was reassuring herself.
"If it's too much, Leslie—"
"It's okay," she repeated, this time nodding toward his hand cupped over his hard cock.
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, "Ido like pain, Leslie."
Leslie's chest stuttered but she nodded to encourage Alex, licking her lips as she felt herself getting closer and closer.
Leaning in a little closer, he said, "I like it for myself..." Leslie thought his lips were against the lobe of her ear, but it was really the hot, demanding presence of his breath as he exhaled, "And for my partners. But only when the pain brings a woman the most intense pleasure imaginable."
There were a dozen or more women in the room, but Leslie knew that the only woman Alex spoke of was her .
"Do you want to give me pain?" Leslie asked. "Would that get you off?"
His face was so close to hers that she only had to breath heavily for their lips to touch. But Leslie knew a kiss would destroy what was happening and so she held her breath, orgasm cresting between her thighs as she fought to hold it off just a little bit longer.
Alex's face had a sheen like all the rest of the naked skin in the sex club. Leslie imagined it all over his vein pulsing throat, his exposed chest, his long, muscular thighs where his cock lay twitching with need on a bed they wouldn't be sleeping in. Instruments on the bedside table... whips... clamps...
"You’re in pain right now, aren’t you? The pain of desperation. The pain of pleasure. You’re already feeling it. Because of you. And because of me, and I haven’t even touched you. Just imagine how much more intense it would be if I was touching you. Fingering you. Fucking you.”
“Oh God,” she cried out. “Yes!”
Her fingers moved faster, and she reached, reached, reached for that ultimate pleasure that was beckoning to her like a siren’s song.
“Come, Leslie. Come for me right fucking now.”
Leslie's cries joined others in the club as she finally came. Her back arched and her head fell back. She clenched her eyes shut as she forced her fingers in and out to draw out what she could of the blinding waves of pleasure. She shuddered with tiny, blissful aftershocks and then went limp on the couch. Her dress felt sealed to her body, glued to her heaving chest as she struggled to catch her breath.
She could barely open her eyes afterward. Her eyes were heavy and the lure of the pulsing darkness was difficult to resist. And Alex?
He looked completely ruined. His full lips were parted in disbelief, his eyes black as the night. It wasn’t admiration or pride that Leslie read in Alex’s face. But something more. Reverence. Like she was a goddess, a priestess.
“What do you need tonight, Alex?” she said.
Alex hesitated. But Leslie was intent on getting what she wanted. And what she wanted was for Alex to experience what she’d just experienced. To come because of her, the way she’d come because of him. Whatever it took.
Speaking in a voice that dripped with lust and desire, Leslie said, “Whatever you need. Let me give it to you. Because it’s what I need. And this night is about giving me what I need, right? Please .”