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[takecourage]

Alex has never really understood Valentine's day but she's gone and got herself a boyfriend who's deeply, ridiculously romantic. For a few weeks now, she's been planning a response to Darlington's confession about wanting to be the one up on the stage.

She's sitting on the couch, wearing a pair of shorts and her corset, a pair of sleek black heels with ribbons wrapped around her ankles and up towards her knees. There's a riding crop across her thighs.

She waits.

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He tenses at the whistle of the crop, but when no lash follows it, Danny's foolish enough to let the delay lull him into a security he shouldn't feel. The crop lands against his ass a moment later, one strike and then another, and the surprise--followed by the sting--jerks a sharp, shocked noise out of him.

"Fucking hell."

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That reaction makes Alex laugh, and she slaps him again, two more sharp slaps for each ass cheek.

"What do you say, Danny?"

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The delight in her laugh goes through him like a jolt, something about it making humiliation settle low in his belly in a way that's not wholly unpleasant. Alex hits him again, then once more, and he huffs out a sharp breath, gritting his teeth against a groan.

"Thank you, ma'am."

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"Good boy," she says. "Four more will make ten, and I think that's a good number." She slaps him again, once on each cheek, and then teases the pad of the crop along the cleft of his ass, teasing. "It's a shame that you won't let me do anything else to this perfect little ass."

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He groans, the sound stuttering a little as she lays the crop along his ass again. "Up to eight now," he says once she's done; proof he's keeping count, evidence he's...what, being good for her? Danny's not sure of the impetus, but something about it settles pleasantly in his chest.

The pad of the crop nudges along the cleft of his ass, and he has to work at keeping still, his fingers flexing slightly against the floor. He's so aware, for a moment, of how hard he's gotten already. "It is, ma'am," he says, low and deferential and almost apologetic. "Maybe another night."

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She bites her lip over a smirk when she realises that he's keeping count. She keeps up the light, stroking touch along the cleft of his ass, teasing against his asshole before she moves it away again.

"Maybe another night," she echoes. "Shall we put those last two on your ass or do you want to try them on your nipples like a good little slut?"

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The pad of the crop presses against his asshole, and even though it's light and brief, nothing more than a sensation, the contact makes his face burn. He lets out a shaky breath. "I'll take them on my nipples," he says, surprising even himself with the ease at which he says it. "Please."

[takecourage]

"Good boy," she says, taking the crop away and walking around him so that she's standing in front of him, looking down at the line of his bare back, the flushed skin of his spanked ass. "Straighten up for me."

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He nods, not bothering to suppress the way he groans as he straightens back up. Fully hard now, his cock presses at the front of his boxers, the dark cotton still covering the length of him in a way that only makes his ass feel more exposed. Slowly, he puts his hands at the small of his back again, and waits.

[takecourage]

The first thing that she does is trace the pad of the crop over the hard line of his cock through his boxers, teasing, and then up, over his belly to his chest. She rubs against one nipple before landing a smart, sharp slap.

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The slow tease of the crop as it moves over his body only heightens the anticipation, settling more of that low and coiling need at the pit of his stomach. He shivers out a breath as the pad brushes against his nipple. When she slaps him a second later, the end of that breath forms itself into an undignified sound at the back of his throat. His body jerks just slightly, but he stays upright, his hands clenching at his back for a moment before they relax again.

"That was nine."

[takecourage]

The way he reacts to pain is beautiful - the sounds he makes, the way his body almost ripples with the impact. She gives him a moment to get used to it, and then she repeats the action, bringing the pad of the crop down over his other nipple.

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Again, the crop comes down, catching his nipple on the other side, and again his breath leaves him in a sharp, hard rush. "Fuck," he grits out, his head bowed for a moment before he looks up again, meeting Alex's eyes.

"And that was ten. Ma'am."

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Her cunt pulses at the ay he forces that curse word out between his teeth, the way his body tenses and the look in his eyes when he raises his head in.

"How's the pain?" she asks, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Good as you hoped?"

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"More focused than I'd expected," he admits, the words sliding into a bit of a murmur as Alex leans in to kiss him. He wants so badly to turn his head just enough to truly capture her mouth, to kiss her with every bit of the hunger that's settled low in his belly, but he can't make himself do it. The control of it--his and hers, the combination of the two--sends another pleasant shiver down his back.

"But just as good as I wanted it to be."

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"Ready to be done?" she asks, pressing a kiss to the other corner of his mouth. "Or we can keep going..."

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He groans softly, unthinkingly, as she kisses him again. "I can keep going, Alex," he says, looking up at her again. She looks nearly as powerful here, just as in command, as he knows she had on the stage the second night he went to the club--even if he'd been looking, at first, for all the signs she was anything but. "What more did you have in mind?"

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"I've got lots of ideas," she says, trailing her fingers along his jaw and then tangling them in her hair. "But first, I want you to show me your cock, Danny. Adn tell me whether you want me to hurt you some more."

That's a question that she honestly never thought she'd ask.

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They both already know how well he responds to Alex's hand in his hair, and this moment now is no exception. Her fingers tangle and pull, and he follows the motion easily, even happily, letting her guide him and toy with him as much as she wants.

"Happy to hear whichever of them you want to share," he says, already hooking slightly trembling fingers into the waist of his underwear, easing them down past the hard jut of his cock with another quiet groan. His cock bobs free, hard and flushed and leaking, and somehow having his underwear still bunched around his thighs makes it feel more like an act of exposure than if he'd been fully nude. His eyes still fixed on hers, a flush tinting the line of his cheekbones, he swallows once before nodding as much as he can with her hand still tight in his hair.

"Yes, Alex. I want you to hurt me some more."

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The easy roll of his head on his neck is intoxicating and Alex feels her head spin with it. She pulls his hair a little harder, her free hand tracing along the firm line of his jaw.

"Tell me how you want me to hurt you," she says.

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She pulls his hair harder, hard enough that he can feel the sting in the roots for a moment; combined with the gentler stroke of her free hand along his jaw, it's enough to knock nearly every thought out of his head for a moment. He lets out a shuddering breath, the barest edge of some needy and formless sound at the back of it as he keeps looking up at her.

"I don't know how much more of the crop I'd tolerate tonight," he says, "but that shouldn't preclude you from using your hand. Slapping my ass, running your nails down my back, pinching my nipples. If you wanted."

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"That's quite a list, Danny," she says, running the edge of her thumbnail along his bottom lip, keeping that tight hold in his hair. "Have you been giving this some thought?"

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Something in the scrape of her nail, the slight sting and the way it pulls his lip just a little out of place, is enough to make his cock twitch. He groans. "When have you known me to be lost for ideas, Stern?"

It's not quite the answer she'd been looking for; after taking another slow, shivering breath, he continues. "Yes. I've been giving it some thought."

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"So tell me," she says, scraping her nails lightly against his cheek. "What you want me to do to you first." She lands a light slap against his cheek. "And be specific."

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Light though it is, the slap to his cheek is still unexpected enough that there's a flash of surprise and heat in Darlington's eyes the moment after it occurs. "Blindfold me," he says, letting himself say the first things that come to mind. "I know I've left a tie or two here, so use one of those. Then let's see how much I can stand when you're raking your nails down my back and chest."

Another slow breath shivers out of him. "Since we're trying different ways to hurt me tonight."