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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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"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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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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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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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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"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.

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He lets out another softly shivering breath as the blindfold slips over his eyes, settling into the dark of it and the feeling of the silk against his skin. There's more play than he expected in the way she ties his wrists, but he's still helplessly restrained; even if he wanted to go anywhere other than here, he wouldn't get far.

"Feels good so far, Alex."

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She strokes her hand down his bare chest. "Good," she says. "Keep talking to me."

She moves down to the foot of the bed, attaching the cuffs around his ankles and then fixes the bar between them, holding his legs spread.

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"Of course." Her hand trails down his chest, a faint electricity in the touch, and he swallows hard. His cock twitches as she moves lower down, and lower still, and when the brush of her fingers lifts away without ever making contact with the hard length of him, Danny groans.

The cuffs go around his ankles with nothing in between to connect them, and his brow furrows for a moment in confusion. "You're forgetting--" he starts, then stops as he registers the nudging pressure of her hands. He lets her move him, spreading him further, and when the bar locks into place he tests it a little, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he tries to move out of the position he's been put in. "Christ, there's no give," he says, the corner of his mouth lifting in a bemused half-smile. "I'm genuinely at your mercy now, aren't I?"

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"I could do anything I want to you," she says. They both know that she'd never do anything that he hadn't specifically consented to, but it's fun to tease. She picks the cock ring up out of the box, fitting it snug around the base of his cock, his balls.

"Because what could you do, right?"

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more_magic

The threat is an empty one, and he knows it, but a shiver runs down his back anyway at the tone of her voice when she says it. "What could I do," he echoes, biting his lip as she handles him. The ring fits tight around his cock, another bit of control he's still surprised he welcomes as much as he does.

"Besides be...good, for you. However you wanted me."

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takecourage

"Which is what you want, isn't it, Danny?" She says, curling her fingers around his cock and stroking slowly. "To be good for me. To debase yourself for me because that's what I want."

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It's not going to do anything except drive him crazy, but he pushes into the stroke of Alex's hand anyway, his heels digging a little into the bed as his hips arch upwards. "Yes, Alex," he says. "It's what I want. All of it, whatever humiliating things you decide to do with me."

He groans. "Or the humiliating things you want me to do to myself."

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takecourage

"Can't do anything to yourself right now," she says, rubbing the pad of her thumb over the slick head of his cock. "How often do you jerk off, Danny?"

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more_magic

Just the sweep of her thumb is a kind of torture; it's absolutely perfect. "A few times a week," he admits. "Maybe more, depending on how often you've texted me while I'm meant to be in class or at work." He bites his lip. "And I definitely don't mean the ones where you ask me to pick up something from the grocery store on the way home."

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"I know what you mean," she says, leaning up to smear pre-come in a slick line across his bottom lip. "When was the last time?"

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Danny breathes out raggedly as her thumb swipes over his lip, pulling it a little out of place as she goes--and leaving behind a slick smear he knows the source of. Unbidden, he has the desire to lick his lips, to taste himself, and even though he doesn't follow through just the wanting of it is enough to make it hard to focus on anything else for a moment.

"Yesterday," he says at last. "After you sent the photo of yourself backstage in that new outfit you bought."

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"Describe what you did," she says, curling her fingers around his cock again, squeezing hard enough that it'll be the good side of uncomfortable.

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She squeezes him hard, and he lets out a strangled, undignified groan, struggling instinctively against the restraints holding him in position. "Fucking hell, Alex."

He settles again, his hips pushing slightly into the touch of her hand, uncomfortably firm though it is. "Fantasized about you," he says. "Not...not at the club, just you coming home in that outfit. Letting me take it off of you, piece by piece. Once you were naked, taking you to the bedroom. Going down on you until you came, then fucking you."

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takecourage

He swears at her but he doesn't use his safeword - it's an important distinction. Alex keeps up that firm touch and, when he finishes speaking, she squeezes him again, aware of how his hips push up.

"I asked you what you did, Danny," she says. "Not what you were thinking about..."

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"Fantasize is a verb," he points out, unable to help himself despite the hard squeeze of Alex's fingers once more around his cock. He groans, squirming against the sheets. "Fine, fine. I was out on the couch, reading, but when I heard my phone buzz I set the book aside. I knew whatever you'd sent was going to be far more compelling."

Danny grins, a flush starting up again along his cheekbones. "You had to know that pose was going to get me hard almost immediately. I didn't even bother moving from the couch, just pushed down my sweats with one hand and started stroking my cock while looking at the photo."

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The pose had involved her leaning over a make up table backstage at the club, all stockings and garters and her tits almost spilling out of her bra. She smirks.

"How long did it take you to come, Danny?"

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"It's not like I was particularly invested in timing myself, but I tried to go slow, draw it out a little," he says, and even blindfolded, he can tell how much she's enjoying making him do this. "Really enjoy the fantasy."

Alex is going to demand a more concrete answer than that--she usually does--and he knows it. "Maybe fifteen minutes, until I came."

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takecourage

She uncurls her fingers from around his cock and taps his shaft slightly with her fingers, making it bob against his belly.

"And what did you do about your mess?"

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She toys with him, making his cock bob and teasing her fingers along the length of it, and Danny's breath hitches. God, he loves this.

"I went into the bathroom and got a washcloth." It's not the kind of cleaning up Alex demands at times, but it's the truth. "Cleaned off my hand and the couple streaks that wound up on my belly."

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takecourage

"And then you fucked the shit out of me when I came home," says Alex, grinning. "I remember." She taps his cock a little harder, though still short of a slap.

"Remind me. What's going to happen to you tonight."