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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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Alex holds him in place, bearing her weight down against him, and he struggles against the pain and her hold in equal measure. God, he shouldn't love it as much as he does.

"On my thighs," he gasps, knowing how open and spread he is thanks to the bar locked between his ankles, what a perfect canvas. "Please hurt me there, Alex."

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takecourage

"Good boy," she says, shifting down the bed and a series of stinging hits against his spread thighs, getting as close to his balls as she dares.

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His body jerks beautifully with every strike of the flogger, more panting and undignified sounds pulled out of him as he strains against the restraints holding him in place. Alex never strays too close to his cock, but Danny's all too aware of the possibility she might.

She could do anything, when he's like this, and the knowledge only turns him on further.

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She keeps spanking his thighs with the flogger until they're flushed and stinging and then she trails the flogger over red skin and then up, over his balls and the length of his cock.

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By the time she stops, he's breathing hard, almost out of his mind with the combination of pain and desire, something he'd never expected to crave this much. Feeling the tails of the flogger drag against his cock and tease against his balls, he actually whines, his hips jolting upwards.

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Alex keeps up the light, teasing touch of the flogger against his cock and balls, her eyebrow raised.

"Ask for what you want."

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"I..." he starts, then stops again. He has to think about it, wants to think about it, though his head still spins a little too much to make that an easy prospect. He takes a slow, shuddering breath, and that helps just enough. "If you're going to continue, turn me over," he says. "Flog my back."

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It takes some manouvering with him trussed up as he is, but she gets him flipped over. She lands a hard slap against his ass. "Get your knees under you. I want to see your cock."

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He's glad for the extra slack in the rope around his wrists as Alex moves him, turning until his face is pressed to the sheets. He grunts, unbidden, as she slaps his ass, his face growing hot at the sound. "Yes, Alex."

With the bar between his ankles, it's a little awkward, but Danny manages to push up onto his knees, his legs still helplessly spread and his back a downward-angled slope as his head rests against the mattress. His cock bobs there between his thighs, the head leaking messily despite the tight ring still stretched around the base of him. He can't see it, or much of anything at all, but he can tell and somehow that's even more obscene.

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takecourage

The grunt is good, completely uncharacteristic and Alex slaps his ass, reaching between his spread thighs to squeeze his balls, just seeing if she can make him make that noise again.

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more_magic

Alex slaps him again, her fingers kneading his balls, and the next sound he makes is something more choked and pathetic, if still just as out of character. "God, I want to come, Alex," he mumbles, shameless and desperate and knowing she won't grant it to him. "I want to make a mess for you."

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"You don't get that yet, and you know it," says Alex, starting to slap the flogger against his back, finding a rhythm.

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"I know, I know," he grits out, his voice stuttering as she starts to lay into him once again. The tails of the flogger bite into his back, the sting now an almost familiar sensation. "Not until you tell me to. Once I'm good enough."

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"Once I'm done hurting you," she says, laying slaps down the length of his spine to the small of his back and back up. "Once I'm done using your mouth and your cock. Unless you want to persuade me. Unless you want to let me have something you know I want."

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Danny's hands fist in the sheets as she keeps going, slapping him and listing out all the things she plans to do with him, all the things she wants. "Once you're finished with me," he confirms, enough in his head now to render him a little more pliant. "Using me, having me give you what you want."

The flogger hits the small of his back and he jerks, his shoulders drawing back and his hips stuttering against the air, his cock bobbing obscenely between his thighs.

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She moves down from his back to his ass, slapping the flogger against firm muscle.

"Ever played with your own ass, Danny?"

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He groans as the flogger lands against his ass, the sound of the impact filling the room alongside the panting noise of his breathing. He can't believe she's still going; he can't believe he doesn't want her to stop.

"Once or twice," he says, the admission coming more easily in this state than it might have otherwise. "Out of curiosity."

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"Tell me about it," she says, slapping him once more and then settling back on the bed, just looking at him, bound in position as he is.

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Alex stops, the bed swaying as she settles in, but Danny doesn't move an inch. His hands twitch, his thighs shaking with effort, but he stays exactly as he's been put. "Don't know how much there is to tell," he says. "It was one of those things you hear, that might be true and might be wishful thinking. That if you put a finger in your ass while you're jerking off, it...enhances the experience."

He lifts his head briefly, a faint smirk on his face. "I was a bored teenager left to my own devices, Stern. Why wouldn't I give it a try?"

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"That's very true," she says, running one hand over the hot curve of his ass, squeezing. "Why wouldn't you? What did you think? Did it work?"

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She squeezes his ass, a rough handling of already-abused skin, and Danny groans, his forehead dropping to the bed again. "I still wonder sometimes what value you really get out of asking these questions," he says, letting out a hard, almost sighing breath, knowing he'll answer her anyway--now, and the next time, and the time after that.

"It worked. I tried it in the shower, the first time. Slicked up my hand with soap and worked a finger in as carefully as I dared." He shakes his head, the motion making a soft sound against the sheets. "Came so fast and got so weak in the knees I nearly concussed myself on the wall of the shower."

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"Making you talk about these things is very un-you," she says, still squeezing his ass, enjoying the way that it makes him groan. "Did you do it again after that?"

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She doesn't let up--not the questions, not the rough touch to his ass--and even if he could he knows he wouldn't pull away. "Yes," he says, biting his lip as her fingers press against one of the welts already forming on his skin. "One night when I was jerking off in bed."

It's the same bed as was always in his room at Black Elm, that narrow, hard thing he knows Alex has slept in--with and without him--on at least two occasions, and he feels his face grow a little hot. "That was less of a...satisfying experience, to be frank. No lube, or soap as in the shower, just spit."

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"Oh dear," says Alex, and she lands a hard slap against his reddened ass. "Maybe we ought to have another go right now? you're in the right position after all."

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more_magic

The slap is just on the good edge of too much, and his mouth works soundlessly as the sting reverberates through him, his hands twitching in the restraints still lashing him to the headboard. It takes him a moment to come up with any answer at all.

"Okay," he says, punctuating it with another nod of his head against the sheets. "Let's try it again."