Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (25 page)

He pulls out.

“Now, now.” Ian wipes his wet hand all over my leg, my breasts. “I didn’t say you could do that. You need to wait for my command.”

His lips suck my throat. I’m pushed down onto the bed, him on top of me, my legs flinging into the air.

Take it out, Ian. Take out your cock and fuck me.

Just as quickly as this begins, Ian rolls off and points to the pillow.

“Up there.”

My legs are shaking as I pull myself to the head of the bed. Ian walks around the edge, opening a drawer and pulling out what I’ve been wondering about for a while now.

Handcuffs. Black silk.

I know what’s coming, but I’m denying it for my own sanity.

Pink.
I can say it. I keep that power locked within me.

“Tell me what you want, Katie.” Ian goes through a few scraps of black silk, holding this one up to the light and that one against my bare skin. “What turns you on the most right now? What position are you begging for?”

He sounds like he’s negotiating with me. “I don’t care, sir. I just want you to…”

Ian raises an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“I want you to fuck me. With your cock. Please.”

The handcuffs land beside me. They sound so heavy. “Last two times I did that, I took you against a wall.” Before I can say uncle, one of my wrists is handcuffed to the bed. Have I mentioned that I’m on my stomach? I feel so vulnerable that I want to cry. This is happening so fast. “In fact, I haven’t had non-wall sex with a woman in a good while. I can’t wait to take you.”

He snatches my other wrist and makes it join the first.

“Well, well.” Ian’s fingers start at my neck and then travel down my back, following the curve of my spine before ending at my ass. My wet ass, since that’s how aroused I am.

I kinda hate it.

“You are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” I don’t know if he’s telling the truth, and I don’t care. It makes me feel better. “I’m going to take you, Katie. I’m going to take your body and send your mind to oblivion.” He squeezes my French twist. I don’t know why he likes my hair up so much.

Then he pulls it out of its hold, my long hair falling over my face, down my back. It covers his hand as he caresses my flesh.

Ian lifts the blindfold.

“Wait…”

“Hm?” He sits next to me, his weight making the bed sink and my body slightly roll left. “Problem? Tell me what’s on your mind.”

I don’t know where to begin. Partly because he’s wrapping the silk around my eyes, cutting me off from the world. “I don’t know…”

“I’m not going to gag you. You’ll have every bit of power to say your safe word. But I want to do this.”

“Okay.”

Suddenly his breath is in my ear. “Good.” And now his hand is on my ass.

Firm.

Menacing.

Adrenaline pumps through me. Oh God. Oh fuck. Please take mercy on me.

I’ve never been spanked before.

I yelp when he does nothing more than tap my ass. You’d think he whacked me with a fucking flogger.

“Shh.” He kisses my shoulder, nibbling my bra strap again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Why are you spanking me?”

I know I’m being insubordinate. I can’t help it. I need to know.

“You need to be broken in, Katie. You need to have your mindset changed, still. I’m not giving you release until I feel you’re actually in a sub’s headspace.”

I don’t say anything.

“You’ve always tried to take power.” He smacks my ass, gently, but enough to make me jerk up and yank on my handcuffs. I wish I could see the look on his face, what his hand is doing. Instead, I get another tap on my other cheek. “I don’t blame you. A woman in your position… it must be difficult.”

He spanks me harder. I gasp, a whimper underlying my voice.

“Now you’re going to let go of that control. You’re going to take every sting people have tried to throw your way and you so justly brushed off. You have to, Kathryn. You have to accept the sting.”

Ow!

Ow!

He spanked me so hard that I shrieked into the pillow!

The sting, as he calls it, takes over my body. It’s all I can fucking feel, especially when he whacks me again, my flesh rippling beneath his touch and… and… so numb. So sore. My legs shoot up and I instinctively try to roll away from his hurting touch. But I can’t. The handcuffs prevent me from using my body as it should be used.

Instead, he’s using it.

“Do you feel that?” Ian’s voice is caustic, angry. “Do you feel how much it hurts?”

“Yes!” I flinch the next time he spanks me.

“Do you feel how much it pleases you?”

I can feel it. Yes. Deep beneath the sting, beneath the pain, is excitement. Ian’s brash love has me shuddering, not in fear, but in pleasure.
Pleasure.
A Dom is spanking me, and I’m… I like it.

Especially when his fingers occasionally dip inside of me, fucking me tenderly until he pulls out and spanks me again.

Oh, fuck.
Fuck
.

At first, I’m ashamed. I hate how much I like this. I’m not supposed to. Not because I’m a good girl, but because I’m supposed to take power in spanking others. I’ve spanked many men – and a few women – in my life. Watching them shudder, begging for sexual mercy, is so exquisite. And now here I am, so confused as to why the roles have been switched.

I don’t do this.

I don’t submit!

“Tell me you like it, Katie. Tell me you like the pain.”

Blood hits my lips. I didn’t realize I had been chomping on them. “I do…” It hurts so much, and yet I can’t bring myself to say the safe word. I want more.
More.

I want my ass to burn in pain. I want to feel every sting the world has ever flung at me. In this safe, controlled environment.

I had no idea this was
therapy.

“Please! Another!’

The words are out of my mouth. I can’t control them. I want that sting. I want that crippling pain. I want it infused into my blood, to feel his hand
hurt me.

I could make this stop, but I don’t want to!

I want him to make me
bleed!

Only Ian. Only Ian could do this to me. I don’t know how I let him into my head so quickly, but he’s doing it. He’s turning me into a sub.

I’m so scared and yet so excited.

Give in, Kathryn.

Give in to that side of you that he wants to see. The one that turns him on and makes him fuck you until you can’t even see the stars in the sky.

Although my eyes see darkness, I feel a burning red. It’s my blood boiling. Fighting back the pain. Accepting this cruel punishment for daring to outrun my fears for so long. At some point they had to catch up to me. Now here they are, manifested in a Dom’s hand.

I love it.

“One more, sir,” I whisper. “Please, Ian, one more.”

“And then what?” I can feel his hand hovering above my ass.

My lip is bleeding into his pillow. “And then
fuck me,
sir!”

“I’m not going to just fuck you, Kathryn.” His fingers graze my ass, reminding me what this is for. “I’m going to tear you apart until you fall so far down off your high horse that you can’t imagine ever climbing back up again. You are my possession now. I own you.”

Smack!

It’s white now. Not darkness. The blindfold may bring shadows, but I see hot, white lights as he hits me so hard that my body aches. Burns. Aches for any touch he’s willing to give.

My ass barely has time to numb before I feel Ian behind me, settling in between my legs. His legs are bare. When did he undress?

Shit, his skin feels so good against mine. Even through the pain, my thighs become wetter. I’m ready.

Do it, Ian. Fuck it all out of me.

Pull my hair. Bite my neck. Fill me with your cock and get your own fill of my body wrapped around yours. I’m yours. I’m yours!

“You don’t know what you do to me, Katie.” His cock is hard again. He’s grinding it against my leg, letting me feel his stiff length. I want it. I want it inside of me, even in this position. “Ever since we started this game a few weeks ago, I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you every way imaginable. I want to share everything I know with you.”

His voice is so warm in my ear. My skin stings, but I’m so comforted that I don’t care what he does.

“There’s a whole world out there that you don’t even know about. The world inside of your own head. Embrace it, my darling. Open yourself, to me, to that voice inside your head I know you can hear.”

How does he know?

His cock moves from my leg to my spread, wet opening. It takes all of two seconds for me to realize what he’s about to do.

“Wait!” My face is up, my arms yanking on my chains. “Pink. Pink!”

Ian stops. “What?” He’s growling, his fingers digging into my tender flesh as he’s poised to drive his cock into me.

Don’t get me wrong. I want that. I want to feel his girth split me in two like this. I want to give myself over, but…

“Condom.”

I don’t hear anything for a while. Then, “No condom.”

“But…”

“I know why you want a condom, but there’s no practical reason. We’re both clean. You have an IUD.” He sounds so… frustrated. He was ready to claim me. Yes, that’s what I’m afraid of… “You come into my bedroom, asking me to dominate you, and you don’t think I’m going to come inside you?”

I open my mouth to speak.

“That’s not how it works. You’re here. You’re mine. I am going to make sure you know that you’re mine.”

I’ve never heard him like this before. I’m scared. Anxious.

So fucking
turned on.
Almost to the point of losing reason. Almost.

“If you don’t feel me so deep inside of you like that… there’s no point to any of this. You need to let go of every inhibition.”

He’s right.

But I’m not ready.

“Please… Ian.” Do I sound pathetic enough?

“You know what? It’s fine, baby.” I hate it when men call me that. And yet I don’t hate him right now. He strokes my head, feeling my hair between his fingers. “You can say no. I won’t force you. You can trust me.”

I heave a sigh of relief.

“But you will need to leave.”

“What?”

“You have your limits? So do I. You’re not the only one who gets to set some rules around here. We have a conflict of interest. You want a condom, and I don’t. Sorry. It’s a deal breaker right now.”

I can’t believe this!

“Unless, of course… you change your mind? What do you want more, Katie?” I can hear the sneer in his voice. Fuck me, it’s turning me on so much. My legs are spreading wider, ready for him, for his unprotected cock. And yet I’m shaking, because I have never in my life…

Never in my life…

Felt a bare cock inside me before.

“Did you hear me? What do you want more?” The wet, precum laden head of his cock pushes against my sore ass. “To hold on to that part of yourself? Or me?”

He bites my ear, his tongue plunging inside it, exploring my mind.

Fuck me.

“I want you.” Who is this person saying this? Who is making my ass grind against his shaft? Who is so hungry to feel him inside of me, to mark me with his virility? Oh my God, if he does that, then I really am submitting to him.

Oh fuck. Fuck!
Fuck!

Is that what I have to do to enter that space? Do I really have to let him take me like that? He knows me too well. We’ve only been fucking for a couple of weeks, but he knows me well enough now to know that the only way to break me is to…

Is to….

Come inside me.

I’m so scared. I’m shaking. The handcuffs are vibrating against the bed because I’m shaking
so hard.
No, you don’t understand. A man has never done that before. He’s never put his bare cock inside me. He’s never filled me with his seed. He’s never tied me up, blindfolded me, made me his possession.

Why do I want it so
much?

“I want you…” I feel like I’ve gone mad. This isn’t me talking. This is that interloper inside my mind who is laughing, carrying on and telling me that this is what I really want. “I want you, Ian.”

It’s done.

He’s inside me.

Bare.

I’m so ready for him that it’s like nothing at all. He’s deep, so deep, just sitting there, enjoying the sensation of my wet flesh around his cock. I hear him groan. I feel him shudder. He’s not coming. He’s practically laughing.

Damn him.

And damn me!

When he begins to move, I nearly cry. I don’t know what I’m crying from. Fear? Relief? I don’t care. There are tears falling beneath my blindfold, but I can’t bring myself to pay attention to them. Because Ian Mathers is fucking me from behind, his hand pulling my hair, making my scalp hurt. Then he shoves my head into the pillow, all my moans muffled as he plows between my legs, grunting and talking so fucking dirty.