Chapter 13
13
A lex felt stoned. On the edge. He didn’t respond to Leslie’s pleas to tell her what he needed because he’d reached the point of no return and was afraid he was going to unleash himself on her.
Somehow, Leslie seemed to realize just how much she’d pushed him.
But she also wasn’t about to show him mercy.
As he watched, Leslie lowered her skirt and gathered her panties into a ball in her hand before she stood. She walked right up to him and with her free hand, she grabbed his.
Something like a growl escaped him.
Leslie tugged on his hand and after a brief hesitation, Alex stood. She led them toward the velvet curtain that was the gateway to the private rooms.
And what did he do? He silently followed her.
Once in the long hallway, more sex sounds could be heard behind closed doors. Moans and high-pitched whimpers, the slapping of skin against skin, the crack of a whip or the hum of a vibrator.
His cock throbbed and ached so horribly he felt the violent urge to rip at his slacks to touch himself.
When Leslie reached the open doorway of a room, she led him inside then shut the door.
In the relative silence, he could now hear how ragged his breaths were. There was nothing to distract his wildest, dirtiest thoughts of his best friend's little sister. And worst of all, every movement Leslie made was as loud as a gunshot.
When she rubbed her lips together a little nervously, a little excitedly, he heard it. When she played at the hem of her sweet dress as she waited for him to make the first move, he heard it. Alex swore he could even hear her heartbeat, racing for him.
Feeling sweat at the small of his back, Alex dragged his shaky fingers through his hair.He reached for control. Discipline. Logic.
"Leslie—"
"We're already here, Alex," Leslie said."I know you don't want to turn back now."
The private room had the lights turned down low. Nothing more than a red haze. But even with only that, Alex could make out the need in Leslie's eyes. She gazed at him with an open frankness: no coy games, no seductive tricks, no cat and mouse.
And the combination of all that with the way she had spoken to him, the need in her ragged breaths...
She undid him completely when she said, "And I don't want to either."
Surrendering felt like freefalling and freedom.
Alex steadied his breathing enough to say without strain, "Take down the upper part of your dress."
Time stretched as neither of them moved. Leslie just continued to stare at Alex for what was beginning to feel to him like eternity.It was driving him mad, not knowing what was going on in Leslie's head as she blinked slowly, the only marker he had for the passing of time.
When Alex was near the point of bursting, once again driven to the edge of his self-control, Leslie reached behind her head.
Had she known that making him wait would further unravel him? He fucking loved it.
He couldn't stop himself from grinning darkly as Leslie tugged, undoing the knot of the strings that held her dress up. He reminded himself to stay in control of himself as Leslie slowly lowered her hands.But it was getting harder and harder because she was making a show of it. She was performing for him. Drawing it out to please him. Drawing it out to torture him.
Alex watched as Leslie pulled her arms from the dress then slowly lowered it, stopping just before her breasts were bare. He saw how heavily she was breathing, her hands rising and falling dramatically.
When she trailed the chiffon over the swell of her tits and revealed herself to him there in the private room of the sex club, Alex struggled not just to hold himself back, but to even breathe. The front of her dress fell away, becoming just another soft layer in her skirt, and Leslie let her hands fall too. She stood half naked in front of him and waited for his next command.
Her breasts were perky and yet still had a supple, sensuous appearance. He could almost feel the weight of them, firm and yet weighty, like juicy, ripe fruit. Her nipples were small, delicate, and the color of pink peonies. She was stunning. And from the way she let his eyes trail over her again and again without a word, Alex knew she understood some of her power.
She had so much to learn and discover about herself, though, and the thought of teaching Leslie made Alex’s balls tighten.
Alex was the one who made Leslie wait this time. Not because he didn't want to move forward, but because if he spoke in that electrified moment it would be to command her to do something so far over her line there would be no coming back from it. Alex desired to take Leslie in every way possible. And it was agony to hold himself back.
Finally, he trusted himself to say in a lust filled voice, "Get on your knees in front of me."
Immediately, Leslie walked toward him. It was a relief to know that he wasn't the only one who felt like a bow stretched too far, about to snap. Leslie was losing control of herself just like him.
When she kneeled in front of him, it was with her chin tilted and with a doe-eyed look that made him want to spin her around, hoist her skirt, and fuck her hard from behind just to see how innocent she looked after that.Alex grinded his teeth and for a moment screwed shut his eyes. Leslie was impressing him more than he could say. It made him daring. It made him worried.
Opening his eyes, Alex inhaled deeply the scent of the room. He was still fully clothed, Leslie only half naked and yet it already smelled of the sweet sweat of their bodies and the musk of their need. With that intoxicating perfume in his nostrils, it wasn't hard for him to imagine them rolling in damp silk sheets, tearing at each other, struggling for release. He'd had dreams of Leslie, but never had they been so real than in that moment.
Slowly, Alex unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then shoved them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock jutted out and Leslie’s eyes widened when she saw it.
It was a beautiful sight: the throbbing bulge of his aching cock in front of Leslie's rose bud lips.
What do you need tonight, Alex?... I’ll give it to you.
"Put your hands behind your back," Alex said.Her eyes were glassy with pleasure as she slipped her hands behind her back, clasping her wrist with narrow fingers. A strained breath escaping her slightly parted mouth as she gazed up at him for what was next.
He steadied himself for a moment when it all threatened to be too much: Leslie and her perfect tits and her fuckable mouth all at his feet.
"I'm not going to touch you," Alex said, partially as a reminder to himself, partially because it was part of the game.
He wanted to see Leslie's reaction and it was worth it: slight frustration, slight disappointment. As he guided her into the world of BDSM, he wanted to keep her yearning for more. Always at the edge, but never over it.
He rewarded her for being such a good girl by adding, "But you're going to watch me."
Leslie nodded, her bottom lip snagged between her teeth. She was eager. And Alex was, too.
"You're going to watch me come, baby girl," Alex said, resisting the urge to cup her pink cheek. " On you. "
Leslie struggled like there was rope holding her wrists behind her back. Alex was pleased by this: she was playing by the rules. She had bought into the game. Bondage wasn't about being tied down; it was about wanting to be tied down, desiring that restriction, yearning for that frustration, and sometimes, yes, that pain.
"You're so fucking pretty on your knees like this," Alex said as he fisted his cock. "God, Leslie."
A deep groan rattled from his chest at the relief he felt from touching himself. He'd had a rock-hard erection for what felt like hours at that point and the strain of it had been breaking him down like slow torture.
Alex stroked hisshaftwith a slow and mostly steady hand. He urged it toward Leslie's lips, his wet cockhead coming as close as he trusted himself to get it. Any closer and he would have parted those shimmering lips, cupped the back of her head, and forced himself inside of her tight little mouth.But he wouldn’t do it, even if it killed him.
As Alex began to stroke his erection harder and faster to the sight of Leslie’s naked tits, his heartrate skyrocketed.
A feverish sweat made his skin both burn and freeze. He was a strong man, but the muscles in his legs began to shake and his knees felt weak. His forehead buzzed and blood roared in his ears. He couldn't remember ever feeling his body so entirely hijacked by a woman.
Leslie looked at him the whole time, eyes lustful as they switched between his pleasure-ravaged face and his cock swollen and ready. The muffled sounds from outside their private room completely disappeared over the hammering of his heart. He was alone with Leslie and the wonder of it drove him wild.
"Tell me you want me to come on you," Alex panted.
He was close, his balls drawn in tight. The muscles of his lower stomach twitched constantly like they were being electrocuted. And he was swiftly losing control of the brutal rhythm of his pumping hand.
Leslie met his hazy gaze. "I want you to come on me, Sir."
“Yes. Yes. Fuck!”
With a series of violent jerks. Alex came on Leslie's chest. Through the white flashes that consumed his vision he saw his cum shoot in hot bead across her peaked nipples, the creamy swell of her tits, and just along the hollows of her trembling throat. He'd used the last of his self-control to not come on her face. He closed his eyes as his body shuddered and he imagined Leslie's lips wet with his cum, beads of it in her long, dark eyelashes. He groaned obscenely as he pictured licking it from her chin like honey.
Alex thought he was safe now that he'd orgasmed. Pressure had been released from the valve. But when he opened his eyes a whole new wave of unbearable desire crashed over him.
"Fuck, Leslie," he moaned.
She was just too perfect. She remained kneeling in the same position, her hands bound by her own will behind her back. His cum was beginning to thin and the sight of it running down Leslie's breasts, coating even further her little pink nipples as she just let it, let it for him ...
Alex breathed hard. Harder even than he might have been just before he came. As blood rushed almost impossibly back toward his half hard dick, he struggled to not grab her.
He wanted to fuck her mouth, fuck her. He wanted to thrust into her while clawing at her tits, his cum sticky between their chests. He wanted to bind her with real rope, spread her arms and legs out on a mattress that they later broke from fucking so hard. He wanted to edge her until she screamed and drip hot wax over her belly. He wanted to call her slut and baby girl and chain her up with nipple clamps and a ball gag.
His desire nearly overtook him, because for the first time that night he convinced himself that Leslie could handle whatever he needed. He didn’t need to fear that he might be too much for her. Too dark. Too twisted. Too fucked up. The way she was in that moment with his cum staining her dress and her just looking up at him for more, everything with her seemed possible.
Without the strength left to lower himself down slowly, Alex collapsed heavily onto one knee and then the other in front of Leslie.Ripping off his shirt and turning it inside out, Alex silently wiped Leslie’s chest.
It was both a blessing and a curse, the thickness of his shirt. If it had been thinner, he could have felt more of her sweet nipples and guessed at how soft her milky skin was to the touch. But if it had been thicker, he would have less knowledge to torment his dreams with later that night. He longed to run his bare skin over her tits, to cup, to lick, to tease. But for the moment he allowed himself only the brush of his pinky against the side of her breast as he finished cleaning her up. Her shudder and pleased little exhale were enough to remind him that his will was shot for the night. That any further crossing of the lines he’d drawn for himself would end ruinously.
Leslie remained patiently kneeling as Alex pressed himself to his feet without a word. Turning his shirt right-side out, he put it on, the damp spots from his cum teasing him. Moving behind her, he gently reached around her to guide the top of her dress back into place over her chest. Alex made sure the ends of the bow lay nicely against Leslie’s shapely back. And then he helped her to her feet.
Gently, slowly, he briefly kissed her lips.
“You ready?”
She nodded and he held the door open for her.
The sounds of the club flooded back in, but Leslie remained serene as she passed by him, eyes locked on his.
They passed back through the velvet curtain.
Alex couldn’t help himself. He laid his hand at the small of Leslie’s back to show everyone that she was his. Even if she wasn’t.