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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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Her eyes narrow and, for a moment, she wonders if she's pushed him too far. He doesn't safeword her, though, not immediately. And she thinks she saw something in his eyes a moment ago that's worth going after.

"You heard what I said, Danny..."

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"No, I heard you," he says, "I just..." The way her expression hardens makes his stomach flip, and the rest of his sentence is swept away the next wave of need that rushes through him. He weighs the order, considers it, as he moves to pull his underwear off the rest of the way.

"I think, Alex," he says, once he's naked and kneeling back at her feet. He pauses, feeling at the edge of another bit of the unknown. "I think I need you to make me." There's a helplessness to that, some odd and desperate want, and Danny feels a shiver roll down his spine once it's said.

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Alex lets that hang between them for a second and then she nods. She presses her fingers into his hair, the other on his shoulder as she puts her strength into forcing him down onto all fours. Once he's there, she moves behind him and lifts one foot, nudging his bare ass with the sole of her shoe, letting her heel dig into him a little.

"I said crawl," she says. "Now move."

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He'd said make me with no real conception of how or what he wanted to occur, but as Alex's fingers twist in his hair and she drags him down, Danny knows this is exactly what he needed. He's stronger than she is, and they both know it, but the struggle he puts up is minimal at best; a slight resistance to the press of her hand to his shoulder and a protesting groan at the way she yanks his head by the hair. His palms come to rest on the floor of the living room, his weight shifting until he's on all fours.

When her foot presses against his ass, the heel of her shoe clipping one of the welts from the crop, it pulls another of those incoherent, undignified sounds from deep within his chest.

"Fuck, Alex," he says, then starts to crawl towards the bedroom. His cock bobs with every shift of his hips, the leaking head smearing precome against his belly, and Danny feels his face flame with the sensation of it.

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He says her name like that and Alex has to ride out a heady rush because she just feels so powerful, looking down at him on all fours like that, naked and waiting. When he starts to crawl, she's so aroused that it makes her breathless.

"Good boy," she says, letting him get almost all of the way to the doorway before she starts to follow him.

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Those two words aren't praise, exactly, but something in the way she says them sinks a satisfying warmth--an arousing warmth, if he's to be honest--into the center of him. Letting out a shaky breath, he keeps crawling towards the bedroom, knowing she's watching every move he makes. The click of her heels, when it comes, sounds almost impossibly loud.

Once in the bedroom, Danny stops, uncertain where to go or what to do next. Still on all fours, he turns his head, looking back as Alex appears in the doorway. If there's an instruction coming, he'll wait for her to give it.

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He looks beautiful on all fours like that - vulnerable and lovely and achingly turned on, and Alex just leans her hip against the door frame for a moment and looks at him. "Get up on the bed," she says, finally. "On your back."

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"Right," he says, with another oddly boyish bob of his head. "Of course."

He doesn't quite scramble onto the bed, but neither is there as much of his usual grace as he gets up and lies back, long and lean against Alex's sheets. He suddenly wants to touch himself, wrap a hand around his cock and push into the circle of his fingers, but he resists; waits to hear what's next instead. Again, that helpless feeling returns, the shiver down his spine, and Danny's not sure he'd have it any other way.

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He gets up on the bed and Alex grabs one of his ties and comes over to him, leaning over him to stretch the tie over his eyes, blindfolding him just like he'd asked her to.

"Now," she says. "Get up on your knees and hold onto the bedframe."

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His eyes slip closed behind the blindfold as Alex ties it around his head, the silk soft against his skin. Somehow, the knowledge it's one of his own ties, that he'd asked this of her and that she's granting it to him now, only heightens the experience. When she gives him the next instruction, he nods. "Yes, Alex. Sure."

As smoothly as he can, he sits back up, shifting until he's on his knees. Shuffling forward, helpless and blind, he feels for the frame of the bed with hands that already shake finely with anticipation and need. Once he finds it, he wraps his long fingers around the bedframe and holds on, his back slightly arched with the position. "Feels ridiculous," he murmurs, one corner of his mouth lifting in brief amusement--though he doesn't move an inch.

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"It looks ridiculous," she says, and she's smirking when she says it. It couldn't be further from the truth, either; he looks utterly beautiful,vulnerable and wanting as he is. She leans in, pressing herself against his bare back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before lifting her mouth close to his ear.

"Now remind me what you want."

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He doesn't need to see her to guess at the expression on her face; he can practically hear the sharp edges of that smirk in her voice, feel it in the slide of her corset and the press of her body along his back. Alex kisses his shoulder, so gentle after everything else, and he has to swallow hard before he can speak.

"I want to play with pain some more," he says, his fingers flexing briefly along the bedframe. "Have you run your nails down my back, or my chest, or both. See how I like being hurt that way."

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"I love you, Alex, and I want you to hurt me," she murmurs, landing a smart slap with her hand across his welted ass. "Say it."

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"Gladly," he says, the word fracturing into a stutter halfway through as Alex slaps his ass, the contact of her palm against the welts sending a sharp jolt through him. If he hadn't been fully hard already, that would've done it.

"I love you, Alex," he says, his breath gone ragged. "And I want you to hurt me."

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She starts with his back, scratching her nails against his shoulder and then starting to scrape her nails slowly down his back, hard enough to leave red marks on his pale skin. "Tell me if you want more."

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The sting of it, the ache, is only enhanced by the soft darkness of the blindfold. She scratches him hard, and the muscles of his back tense, a long, harsh rush of air hissing out between his teeth. He doesn't let go of the bedframe.

"Yes, Alex," he says after a moment. "I want more. Please give me more."

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She has to ride out a wave of arousal at the way he reacts - the way his muscles tighten, the sound he makes. She starts at the other shoulder this time, raking her nails down his skin, marvelling at how easily, how darkly, he marks.

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The next round brings a groan out of him, his back arching as he bows his head, the sting of the scratches rolling through him. Whatever marks she's leaving on him will fade in time, but Danny knows already he'll be thinking about exactly this for a long time after they've gone.

"Thank you, Alex." He can feel his cock twitch, something needy and uselessly desperate, and he swallows hard.

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"You know what I want to hear, Danny," she says, softly, her hand dropping to fondle his ass, still red and welted, the scratch marks standing out clear against his skin. "What I need to hear..."

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The touch of her hand is as rough as her voice is soft, and the combination sends another low, rolling wave of arousal through him. His hands tremble along the bedframe. "I love you, Alex," he repeats, each word articulated with the remaining bits of his usual control. "And I want you to hurt me."

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She shifts and, this time, she rakes her nails down his chest, from his shoulder all the way down to his belly, one side to the other. She keeps her other hand on his ass, fondling and squeezing.

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"Fuck," he gasps out, twisting both into and away from the run of her nails and the fondling grip of her other hand. His fingers tighten on the bed, hard enough his knuckles go white for a moment. He's hard and aching and nearly out of his mind, and he loves all of it.

"That hurt more than the ones on my back. If you couldn't tell."

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"I can tell," she says, still squeezing his ass. She shifts, reaching between his spread legs to fondle his balls, the other hand still on his ass. "You know what to say. If you want more...or if you want it to stop."

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He nods, a few strands of his hair falling across his forehead. When Alex fondles him, her slim fingers kneading his balls, there's a moment where it almost sends him over the edge entirely. He bites his lip hard, trying to maintain what remains of his control. He thinks about what he wants, what he needs, before he speaks again.

"Incorruptible," he says, though his hips still push into the touch of her hand. "That was...I'm done with the pain for tonight. I want to be done."

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He uses his safeword and Alex immediately takes her hands away from him, gives him a moment to breathe. She bends her head and presses a kiss to his shoulder.

"What do you want to do next, babe?" She asks, her voice pitched softer than before.