Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (17 page)

Me.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. I know better than to tempt fates and take her bare. Even though it interrupts our flow. Even though she looks as if she’s going to eat me whole if I don’t hurry the hell up and wrap a condom around my erection. It’s unbearably hard by now. I don’t know if you know what it feels like, but all
this
guy can think about is how good it’s going to feel penetrating a woman for the first time today – and how well he can savor it.

“Holy fuck!”

I concur. It feels fucking fantastic to slip myself in, to feel her warm, soft inner walls surround the length of my cock. A man can’t get this with his hand. He can only get it from the perfect woman for him.

I’ve barely entered her, but I pull my tip out, teasing her entrance as I attempt to control the excited sensations in my cock. Oh, who am I kidding? You can’t control it. All you can control is the rate at which they attack your brain, yearning to empty the heat into the perfect creature you find yourself embedded in.

There’s only me. There’s only her. I’m taking her, pushing slowly at first, and then driving my cock deep into her, feeling her muscles clamp onto and massage my cock.

Women are so greedy. Whether they’re innocent or demure, or raging sex fiends who take every cock to pass their way, they are all the fucking same once you get inside them. The female body has this majestic way of holding onto you, drawing you in deeper until your sack hits their skin and makes you feel like you’re going to end everything right there. But you hold on. For your pleasure, for hers.

Because you need to
fuck
her.

It’s not enough to hold yourself in her. Everything in your body is screaming at you to
thrust, thrust, thrust,
and you obey, because you’re a simple man at the end of the day. Besides, no matter what else you enjoy in life, nothing feels as good as
this.
Men wait forever to feel the slick wetness around their shafts. To feel the head of his cock caress the ridges of her sensitive G-spot that begins to make her groan and writhe. And when she starts writhing? Holy fuck. She’s squeezing you, she’s greedily pulling you in and
demanding
that you give her your seed. It’s all biological, I’m sure. A way to ensure we men inseminate these women. But even though reproduction isn’t required for sex anymore, we still get these fucking fantastic benefits of a gorgeous woman like Kathryn Alison squeezing and coaxing our cock to come.

I’m not seventeen anymore, Katie. I can hold it until I feel you come first. God, that is the fucking best. Right now… shit, shit, right now you’re so fucking tight around me, your breasts beneath my mouth as your whimpers of pleasure consume the parts of my brain that aren’t focused on what’s going on inside of you. Because you’ve got me by the cock, and you’re one greedy, greedy woman, aren’t you, Kathryn?

Take it. I can’t hold it any longer. You’re coming, your swollen clit rubbing against my cock every time it pulls out of you long enough to thrust back in. Your nipples are so hard that my lips can’t do anything more to them besides make them wet with my saliva. Your face is so scrunched up in pleasure that now I’m only going to focus on these sensations and nothing else.

I enter the point of no return. It’s happening. My body is losing control, and it feels so fucking good to pretend I’m not wearing a condom and right now every shot of my seed is filling your pussy as you take it from me.

There’s this two second window where everything is nothing. It’s perfection. It’s bliss. In those two seconds we’re so connected that I both want to run away from you and to never let you go again. My brain is filling with endorphins. Dangerous endorphins.

Endorphins that tell me I love you.

Usually they’re easy to ignore. I indulge them long enough to enjoy the moment, but then I’m back to my senses and the mess we’ve created in our need for each other. Except you’re different. Shit, I felt it the first time we fucked, and now I feel it again.

I don’t want to let go of those endorphins.

I want to pretend that we’re in love. I want to keep kissing you, like I am right now, my cock losing its hardness inside of you, but neither of us want to pull away.

“Don’t move,” you say. Your whimper is so loving that I have no choice but to obey you this one time. “Ian…”

Kathryn’s knee is so high in the air from being bent and spread that I can easily kiss it. She sighs, opening up around me in a bid to get me hard again. No, it’s too soon. I’m sorry. I’m better than when I was as a younger man, but I’m still human, Katie.

I kiss her breast, her lips once more before forcing myself to pull out. Right away I imagine her lying on my bed, naked, her nether lips spread open so I can watch my claim on her fall down her skin. That’s not going to happen. She’s the type of Domme who doesn’t do that.

I want to convince you otherwise, Katie.

“Wow.” She eases her legs shut, gently, and I can only imagine how tender her stretched muscles are right now. “
Wow.
”

I don’t have to ask if she came. I felt it. Unlike a lot of other men, I don’t find it hard to make a woman orgasm during sex. I also know what one feels like, so there’s that.

“Wow.” I kiss her as the word falls from my lip.

“I’m serious.” She nibbles my lips, her soft hands back on my face. It may sound funny, but it kinda makes me feel safe. “That was as much a mindfuck as it was a pussyfuck.”

“Come again?”

Kathryn slips off the table and fixes her skirt. She fetches her peplum top off the floor and scurries to put it back on. I suppose we should clean up and get out of here. One of these days, Katie, I’m taking you to bed and holding you there for a whole night.

“I wasn’t expecting that. S’all.”

She puts her clothes back on. I take off the condom and wonder where the nearest bathroom is. For now, I need to put myself back in my pants and try to fix my shirt. Shit. There’s a button missing. “After the way you dominated that speech…”

Kathryn grins at me. “You like that, eh?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” I’m not about to get on my knees and call her Mistress. “Anyway, they’re going to miss us soon if we don’t go back out there.”

“Aw, Ian.” She’s on me, her hands planted on my shoulders as she pushes me against the table and nuzzles her nose against my jaw. At first I’m wary that she’s going to try to take
me
now. “You’re a fun fuck. Feel free to ravage me a bit anytime.”

Somehow, I’m still wary.

We leave separately, me taking a short detour to the nearest restroom. By the time I reach the main hall, my mother is admonishing me for disappearing, and Kathryn is schmoozing Colleen Woodrow.

It’s too surreal. There’s Kathryn, hiding the big secret that we’ve done it not once, but twice. You’d never guess from looking at her that she was fucked by a man like me. I don’t know if that’s impressive or a bruise to my ego. A part of me wants this whole room to know that I laid claim to
that.

A part of me? A little piece of my brain? It’s whispering,
“You’re mine,”
in her direction. Every man that comes near her is pissing me off. No. Go away.

Kathryn Alison is mine.

She doesn’t know it yet. She can’t know it yet.

But she
will
be mine.

I turn a smile to Lana Andrews and tell her that she looks lovely today. My testosterone levels are through the roof, and all I can think about is grabbing Kathryn and running.

I don’t know where we’re going, but I’m going to lay claim to her once and for all. To the point that no other man would ever dare try to take her for himself.

As soon as Colleen is free, I’m making my move. I’m going to corner her and tell her every reason she should go with my project.

I will win that bet. I will dominate Kathryn Alison, and I won’t be happy until she’s tied up and stuffed on my bed.

She has no idea what I’m going to do to her world.

Chapter 18

KATHRYN

“Where did you get this?” I ask, holding up leather chains from a box. I’m in Eva’s room – or do I say apartment? – and helping her unpack her latest fun-toy orders.

“Adam’s Closet,” she calls over her shoulder, searching her kitchen cabinets for wineglasses. “You get all sorts of shit there. I was happy to find some stuff in the smaller sizes.”

I snort. I don’t have to worry about that, since all my partners are bigger and fit right into most pre-sized implements. Eva, on the other hand, has a habit of bringing home these petite ladies who slip right out of hooks and drown in latex. This leather chain in my hand would fit me, but not so much one of my burly Mr. Handsomes.

I wonder if they would fit Ian. He’s not a huge guy. Nice size compared to me. I’m a mid-sized girl. Not petite, not supermodel tall. Supermodels would dwarf Ian, but I feel
plenty
taken care of in those arms. Worshipped. Yes.

Eva catches me grinning at the chains when she comes back with glasses full of white wine. “Uh oh,” she says, sipping hers. “I know that look. Who you chaining up and claiming with a cock ring, dear?”

Oh, to imagine it. Ian Mathers, strung up on my bed, shirtless, those cut muscles tensing beneath my crop. He’d be a feisty one. Especially when I thwack his cock with the crop and watch him squirm and call me Mistress.

If he’s a good boy, I’ll give him a present…

“Kathryn!”

I’m jarred from my fantasies and find that I’ve drank too much wine already. “Nobody in particular.”

“Please. No girl looks like that and doesn’t have someone in mind. Spill.”

“Nobody you’re interested in.”

“Just because it’s a guy doesn’t mean I’m not
interested…
”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…” I’m muttering, because I have yet to tell anyone about fucking Ian – twice – let alone making that bet with him. Instead, I tell Eva about kicking ass at my presentation two days ago. This lazy Sunday has been all about me basking in the afterglow of more awesome sex and simmering in the endorphins that say I’m going to dominate Ian Mathers. And, oh, I will enjoy it.

Eva rolls her eyes. “Yes, you’ve told me.” She takes my wineglass and goes to refill it already. She then motions for me to join her on the couch in front of the TV.

I know I’ve told her. I was so on cloud fucking nine after Friday that I had to share with the world. Not just what happened with my presentation. Although that’s the only thing I’ve talked about to people. But, you know…
Ian…

The way he just took me. The man was so turned on… by
me.
By my dominant personality. He may have plastered me against the wall and speared me with his cock as if I were going to get away from him, but holy fuck,
I
instigated it with my kickass abilities.

If that doesn’t make a girl feel good about herself, then I don’t know what does!

And like that, I’m back to imagining that man strung up on my bed, his thick, cut cock in my mouth as I bring him to the edge with my tongue and then deny him orgasm. I want his balls so blue that he’s begging me to do whatever I want to him.

No, I haven’t talked to Ian since that day. I haven’t felt the urge to. I don’t know when I’ll see him again, now that the presentations are over, but as soon as we get news from the council, you bet your ass I’m ringing him up and claiming my bet.

“You haven’t said a damn thing about your latest purchases.” Eva is flipping through channels, looking for something to watch, but there doesn’t seem to be anything good on. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone a whole two months without buying a huge strap-on or something.”

I laugh. Oh my fuck,
imagining
the look on Ian’s face if I… “I haven’t bought anything recently, no. To be honest, I haven’t done much playing at all. Just some casual hookup sex here and there.”

“That’s too bad. On both accounts.”

“Please. A girl will take a hard cock on a hot body when she can get it, whether she dominates it or not.”

“I suppose. Except most of the fun for me comes from taking charge. Easier to do in casual sex with women than with men, I’m guessing.”

Yes, Eva, I’ve heard that a hundred times. That you have problems finding women who are both into submission and pussy. Instead you’re happy to find pillow-biting lesbians who are happy to take your strap-on whether it comes with a hard spanking beforehand or not. I have to keep another laugh to myself.

“I’ve been phasing that stuff out of my apartment anyway,” I say, wineglass at my lips. “I don’t play much at my place, so it’s in the way. Instead I’m turning that cabin in the mountains into my getaway play paradise.”

My mother owns this large cabin not too far from here. Before she gave up and moved to Europe to “soothe her nerves,” she used that cabin as her getaway. She still technically owns it, although I’m putting aside money here and there to buy it from her so she’s rid of it and I get to keep it. Right now she lets me use it whenever, and I’m using it to create my own BDSM haven. Everything is what I like. Whatever gets me in the mood.