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Living with Darlington is a very different experience to living with anyone else that Alex has ever shared space with. With Mira, there was all kinds of attempts at rules and structure that never really worked out, while Ground Zero had been chaos of the ugliest kind. Her dorm room had been nice, the girls there for company, the sound of Mercy breathing at night. She'd never really had a chance to sleep at il Bastogne.

But here they are.

They haven't really done anything all day, just slept late and then lazed around in each other's company. She'd even managed to talk Darlington out of going for a run. Now, they're lying on the couch, their legs tangled together comfortably. Darlington's reading and Alex is idly flipping through cable channels. She nudges him with her heel against his thigh.

"Your turn to cook," she says, glancing at him.

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takecourage

"Are you hard?" Asks Alex, even though she knows the most likely answer, smirking as she reaches to take a sip of wine.

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more_magic

"Getting there," he says, even though he knows--and assumes she does as well--that's not the complete truth. He adjusts the napkin on his lap, as though it'll do anything to conceal the situation he's in at all.

"Have you given any thought to your plans for the rest of the night?"

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takecourage

She can't see, but she definitely assumes. She tilts her head, looking at him for a long moment.

"I do like that idea of tying you down," she says.

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more_magic

"I thought you might," he says, meeting her considering gaze with one of his own. "Anything that gives you another layer of control over me."

Darlington thinks for another minute or two, considering needs and desires; options and possibilities. "I have to admit, I keep thinking about needing permission from you to come," he says. "Speaking of having control."

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takecourage

"You say that like you don't love it too," she says, popping a slice of potato into her mouth, smirking while she chews. "And you know you do. So we'll use a cockring then?"

Having this conversation over dinner seems ridiculous, but Alex can't deny the throb between her thighs.

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more_magic

That they're treating this like any other mealtime conversation only makes it seem filthier. He takes a--slightly large--swallow of wine, then nods. "That's going to be the most effective way of keeping me in check, I'd think."

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takecourage

"I thought a blindfold, too," he says, watching the way that he swallows his wine. "So you're properly at my mercy."

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more_magic

He's fully hard again--already, regardless of how poorly he'd tried to evade the topic when Alex asked at the start of dinner--and when she brings up the blindfold, Danny has to shift in his seat, just slightly.

"That'd do it."

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takecourage

She knows him well enough to know exactly what that shift of his weight entails.

"I'd like to try the flogger instead of the crop. If you're up for that?"

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more_magic

They'd bought it the last time they went to the shop downtown, something to play with once the both of them were ready but with no expectations that it be anytime soon. He takes a moment, knowing he can, knowing what they've started only works because of things like this.

"I think I'm up for it, but tell me what you're considering? Same treatment as you'd give me with the crop?"

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takecourage

"Pretty much," she says, with a nod. "Anywhere you don't want me to try it? Or anywhere you really do?"

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more_magic

"I'm still unsure about you using it on my cock," he says, his stomach twisting faintly and uncertainly at the mention of it and the flush on his cheeks growing a shade darker. "The flogger or the crop, frankly. But all the usual places, I'm...those are fair game."

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takecourage

"I think you'd be more into it than you think," she says, sipping her wine again, her own cheeks flushed. "For what it's worth. But we don't have to do anything you don't ask for."

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more_magic

"With how readily I've taken to so much else, I don't suppose you're wrong," he says, hiding the way he smirks at the color flooding Alex's cheeks a bit behind his wineglass. "Another night, maybe."

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takecourage

"Fair," she says, reaching for the wine to top up her glass. "So we're tying you down, blindfolding you, flogging you. Anything else?"

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more_magic

"Cockring too, don't forget," he says, as though there'd been any way she had. He knows her far too well. He adds the last dregs of the bottle to his glass once Alex has refilled hers, taking a sip as he thinks over the question in full.

"Nothing that comes to mind."

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takecourage

"Cockring, too," she says. "I suppose I can improvise as we go, too." She sucks some of the sauce from the pad of her thumb. "I'm sure inspiration will hit once you're all trussed up."

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more_magic

"I have no doubt." Maybe it's just the state he's already in, but even the simple act of her licking that dribble of sauce from her thumb strikes him as dizzyingly erotic. He takes another deep swallow of wine, and shifts again in his chair.

They finish dinner, winding one another up a little more just because they can, and once their plates are clean and their glasses empty, Danny looks across the table at Alex. "How do you want to start?"

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takecourage

"I want you to crawl into the bedroom and get on the bed," she says. "But first I want to see just how hard you are."

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more_magic

Alex's tone is already firm and absolute, and Danny feels the weight of it start to settle pleasantly within him. Swallowing hard, he nods. "Should've expected as much."

Pushing his chair out from the table, he stands, letting her see the long, bare length of his body--and the flushed jut of his cock, already fully, achingly hard. He stays there just like that for a minute or two, letting her look her fill, then moves easily to his hands and knees.

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takecourage

"Yeah, you definitely should've."

She leans back in her chair, idly studying him, beautiul as he is, hard as he is. A smirk tugs at the corner o fhis mouth when he sinks down onto all fours. "Now go and get on the bed."

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more_magic

He loves the way she looks at him at moments like these, as though he's completely hers. Alex repeats the command, and he starts to move, crawling towards the bedroom, aware of both the bob of his cock and the weight of her eyes on him with every shift forward.

Danny crawls to the bed, getting up and lying down on his back against the sheets. He already feels vulnerable, exposed enough that his head spins with the thought; letting out a shuddering breath, he stretches his arms above his head, fingers just brushing the bottom of the headboard.

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takecourage

She stands in the doorway for a moment, just looking at him - his long legs, the rise and fall of his chest, the jut of his hard cock. She bites her lip. "So," she says. I'm going to tie your wrists, and I can either tie your ankles or I can use that spreader bar that we bought and haven't used for anything yet. It'll make the whole set up a little bit more...you know...flexible."

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more_magic

Danny turns his head towards her as she pauses in the doorway, and even though she's still in nothing more than his sweater and a pair of sweatpants, she's as powerfully in control as when she's dressed to kill for a set at the club. "Seems as though using the bar might be the better option, in that case," he says, trust in her backing every word of it. "Let's finally put it to use."

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takecourage

"That's what I was hoping you would say," she says. She crosses the room and crouches down to grab the box from under the bed. The first thing she does is pluck out a tie to slip over his eyes, knotting it behind his head and then securing his wrists to the bedframe, leaving enough slack that she'll be able to flip him when she wants to.