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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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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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takecourage

"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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more_magic

"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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takecourage

"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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takecourage

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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more_magic

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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takecourage

"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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more_magic

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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takecourage

"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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more_magic

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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takecourage

"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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more_magic

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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takecourage

"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."

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takecourage

"Try what again, Danny?" she asks, loving the way that he reacts to the slap. She does it again, the other cheek this time, watching him squirm, knowing that he can't go far with how she's got him trussed up.

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more_magic

This time, he does manage a noise, something choked and undignified that rips out of his throat before he can stop it. He can feel the ache of his cock, the tight pressure of the ring around the base, and it's the best kind of torture.

"Try playing with my ass," he says, the words almost breathless. "Putting a finger up there, seeing what it does to me. How...how much I'm going to like it."

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takecourage

"Sounds like fun to me," says Alex, grinning as she gets off the bed and grand the lube that they keep in one of the bedside tables because sometimes it's fun to get everything a little more slippery. "We'll get you good and lubed up first. Make sure you know exactly what's happening to you."

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more_magic

"Yes, Alex." He feels the sway of the bed as she gets up, hears the rattle of the drawer, and takes a shuddering breath in some kind of filthy anticipation. Only she could do this to him.

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takecourage

"Have you ever let someone you're fucking do this to you?" She asks, dropping the lube on the bed for a second so that she can spread his ass with her hands, wide enough that he'll feel totally exposed. She knows how much he craves humiliation, how hard he gets off on it, and she leans across him, letting a little spit dribble down from her mouth and onto his exposed asshole.

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more_magic

"Never," he says, his hips jumping at the spreading, stinging pressure of her hands. He was already naked and tied down, already so turned on it was almost disgraceful, but she adds that extra layer and he's almost glad he's wearing a cockring. "You'll be the first."

He hears what he thinks is her clearing her throat, and then her spit drips onto him and he realizes how wrong he'd been. "Did you just--" he starts, but he still doesn't move an inch.

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takecourage

"You know what I did," she says, spreading that spit over him with the pad of her thumb. "And you can't do anything about it, can you? Just kneel there and take it like a good little slut."

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more_magic

"Christ," he breathes, shaking with effort as he tries to resist the sudden urge to press into that spreading, circling touch of her thumb. He's aware all over again of the rigid bar between his ankles, the way he's spread and open to her until she decides to remove it.

"I can't do anything," he repeats. "I just have to take it, like a good slut. Whatever you decide to do, up to and apparently including spitting on me."