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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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[takecourage]

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."

[more_magic]

"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.

[takecourage]

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."

[more_magic]

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.

[takecourage]

"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."

[more_magic]

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."

[takecourage]

"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."

[more_magic]

"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."

[takecourage]

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."

[more_magic]

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."

[takecourage]

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.

[more_magic]

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.

[takecourage]

"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..."

[more_magic]

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."

[takecourage]

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.

[more_magic]

"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."

[takecourage]

"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."

[more_magic]

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."

[takecourage]

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.

[more_magic]

Though he groans as Alex pulls her hands away, leaving him still hard, still needy, still on the edge, the reprieve is a welcome one. Danny lets go of the bed, rolling his head on his neck and flexing out the ache that had started to settle in his shoulders with how rigidly he'd tried to stay in position.

"It's not going to take much more for me to come," he says, turning his head towards her, a small smile on his face when he feels her kiss his shoulder. "Want me to jerk off for you, just like this? Blindfolded and kneeling, knowing what got me here?"

[takecourage]

"That does sound perfect," she says, pressing another kiss against his shoulder. "I'll even let you come on me so you can enjoy cleaning up your mess."

[more_magic]

"Please, Alex," he says almost as soon as she's suggested it, his stomach flipping--though not wholly unpleasantly--at the thought of cleaning up in the aftermath. She kisses him again, and he nods. "Where do you want it?"

[takecourage]

"I'll give you a choice," she says. "On my tits or over the front of my panties. I haven't come yet, remember."

[more_magic]

Danny does actually consider his options for a moment, even as he knows he's already aware of the answer. "On your panties," he says. He can hear the faint note of begging in his voice, and feel the way his cheeks heat at the shamelessness of it. "If you haven't come by the time I've finished...cleaning up, at least my mouth will already be right where you prefer it."

[takecourage]

"Okay." Alex lies down on the bed, spreading her thighs wide. She lifts one leg, nudging him with her heel. "Suppose you can take the blindfold off. So you know where to aim. You can put it back on if you want to once you know what you're doing. Remind you how you got here."