Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (42 page)

Well, how about
this,
huh? Is this good enough? Is dressing like this and having Ian grip my hips, pull my hair, and fuck me wide open with his cock good enough?

Oh my God, his fingers are so strong, so possessive on my flesh. He’s not even touching my clit. He’s grunting, though. Such a fucking hot grunt that sends so many shivers through me. He wants me. He can’t control himself. I’m his darling, his love, his baby…

His Katie.

It’s happening. My brain explodes in relief, in the knowledge that I can release everything I ever thought I knew I wanted. It doesn’t matter. This is where we are now. This is who I am in this moment.

His sub.

“Oh,
God!”
I don’t merely praise him. I praise Ian as well, my mind completely losing it. All I feel is him crashing into me, taking me so roughly that my legs jerk back and forth from the force of his thrusts. My own cum is running down my legs. My teeth rip apart my bottom lip. I hear his warning to not come, that he can feel me tightening around his cock, but
I don’t care.

I can’t control it. This is so fucking hot. I’m his bitch. The only man I trust like this, and now I’m his fucking plaything.

My head throws back. I scream as he pulls my hair.

That’s right. I’m clamping down on his cock, refusing to let it go as I ride out a long, hard orgasm that even blows
my
fucking mind.

“Ian!” I whine, his thrusts now completely overtaking me. I’m rocking on my legs. I’m watching the carpet and the ottoman rush back and forth as my head bobs from our movements.

I’m coming.

“Oh,
shit.
” Ian’s fingers are digging so hard into me that there’s no possible escape. Not from him. Not from my…

From the man who owns me.

A heavy, predatory groan fills the room. I feel so small. So helpless. So
this is not my problem.
Whatever is going through Ian’s head as he starts to come, it’s no business of mine.

I’m too preoccupied with what’s about to happen.

“Come inside me!” I long for it. To feel that warmth, that sense of him claiming me and further turning me into the very thing people hate me for. “Please! Ian!”

I’ve never sounded so desperate before. My orgasm lasts longer, taking my eyes away from me, my sense of smell, and even my ability to do anything but grip the ottoman and feel this alpha male spend himself inside of me.

The first hit is the most satisfying. That sense of “I did it, I got him to do it…” combining with that relieving heat pumping inside of me. I moan from the reprieve as the next shot fills my cunt with more of his seed.

Then the third.

Then the fourth.

I don’t think I’m going to get the fifth since we’ve slowed down, but as I’m about to collapse toward the ottoman, Ian growls, his cock emptying the last of it into me.

This is the third time this has happened. This is the most traditionally unromantic position to be in. But shit-fuck-shit, was that the
best!

He carefullly pulls out of me. When the head of his cock separates from my body, I know why he’s being cautious. The man unloaded so much into me, that it comes spilling out in this position, running down my thigh and…

I happen to glance down in time to see a drop of white hit the carpet. Then another. My inner walls are shaking in that post-orgasmic reverie they love so much, and Ian’s seed is the collateral damage of the quake inside me.

It’s so much.

Just as I’m about to close my eyes and focus on the pleasure spreading through my body, Ian snatches my hair again, pulling me up and smacking my ass so hard that I scream in pain.

But I don’t say any of my safe words.

Because I know what I’ve done, and I must be punished.

“You’re a bad,
bad
slut.” Ian’s fingers curling around my neck are almost as menacing as the words he calls me. Yes, yes Ian. I am a fucking slut. I came on your cock even though you told me not to, because I could not help myself. I sucked all the seed out of you and am now making a mess with it all over your carpet. Then again, not my fault you fucked me so open I can’t keep your seed inside me.

Ahaha, there’s more coming out. The man is full of it, in more ways than one.

“Did I, or did I not, tell you not to come?” He squeezes my breast through my corset. “You had one rule to obey, Kathryn. One fucking stupid simple rule.”

He’s angry at me.

Like, legitimately angry.

It dawns on me – he didn’t plan on coming yet. He was going to fuck me to get us both riled up for more fun. Then I went and started coming on his cock, and the next thing he knew, he was so turned on that he couldn’t help but indulge his need to come. I’m a bad sub for not obeying…

…And for embarrassing her Dom.

“I should cut you loose and throw you out.” He smacks my ass again, and I squeal, if only because it
stings.
“I have no fucking use for a woman, no matter how hot she is, who does this to me. Give me one good reason to keep you here, Kathryn. Tell me why I should give you another chance. Why should I even bother punishing and training you to fit my vision? You’re a pointless endeavor.”

Would someone please shoot me? This is turning me on again, my core echoing his sentiments as I lose the last bit of him down my thigh. Gravity is on my side.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper, unsure of what else I should say. “Please forgive me, sir.”

One last spank to make me think. “You’re not sorry. You’re a hungry wench who went ahead and took what she wanted. I don’t have room for women like that in my life. If you’re my sub, then you are
obedient.
You didn’t even
try,
Kathryn.”

Oh, Ian, say my name like that some more…

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Ian snaps his fingers in front of my face, With a clink of the handcuffs, my wrists are freed, but I can’t bring myself to move. I rely on Ian picking me up in his arms and dragging me to his bed, where I’m unceremoniously plopped down like a doll.

I don’t care. I’m giggling like a drunken idiot, because that’s basically what I am.

Ian all but confirms it when he snaps his fingers again, trying to get my attention. “Fucking hell.” He sits up, exasperated. “You’re in sub-shock.”

Can’t tell if he’s impressed or not. Annoyed? Definitely. Frustrated? Probably. Being sub-shocked doesn’t help Ian Mathers get the experience he’s after. A shocked sub like me isn’t going to get much training accomplished.

Don’t know what it means? I’m not sure if it’s used outside of our circles, but it’s a word we use around here to describe the phenomenon of subs losing their fucking minds and getting delirious. It’s not the same as subspace. Subspace is when you’re basically knocked unconscious or are so far gone from feeling pain that extra care is needed. Sub-shock is different. It represents me, Kathryn Alison, a woman who got such a good spanking and dicking that she’s laughing at the ceiling and doesn’t care that her Dom has other plans for the evening. Fuck off, Ian! I’m having a good time!

“Katie,” his voice is stern, his breath on my cheek as he climbs onto the bed and kneels next to me. “Come back, darling.” His hands part my legs and rub my mound. Hey, buddy, I had that shaved a few days ago, so be gentle, okay? Nah, it wasn’t his request. I enjoy going into spas and having women named Prudence rip out my pubic hairs.

I’m fucking laughing.

“You’re filthy.” Ian bites my ear and touches the top of my slit. Bouncing around like this makes my bruised ass hurt, but my brain doesn’t even register the pain now. “Not only did you disobey me, but you made a mess all over my floor.” His tsking is only turning me on again. Go ahead, Ian. Get me ready for your round two. Assuming you can get hard again.

He opens the nightstand and pulls out individual tissues. They’re shoved into my hand, which I look at with great amusement.

”Clean yourself up.” Ian keeps my legs open, as if he’s putting my pussy and all its delectable contents on display. “Seriously, Kathryn, you’re a mess.”

“Why don’t you do it?” I toss a tissue at him, giggling when he doesn’t bother to catch it. “Maybe I like your cum.”

“Well, it didn’t take long for that opinion to spring up.” I can’t quite read Ian – then again, I’m a bit busy in my own mind here – but if I didn’t know any better I’d think he didn’t know what to do with me.

I can help him!

“Mf!” His lips are hard against mine. Probably because he didn’t realize we were kissing until I finished pulling him down by the collar. Oh my sweet fuck, this is the hottest thing in the world. I’ve got the man’s lips on mine, and the last of his seed making its way out of my body. Who am I kidding? It’s not the last of it. I’m being greedy and holding on to whatever I can.

Ian puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me away.

“No.”

“No?” I pout, attempting to close my legs on him. “Why not? Don’t you want me?”

He shoves the tissues back into my hand. “You don’t get to decide what goes on around here. You’re acting like a Domme. A selfish one. Pull yourself together.”

I’m starting to sober up, and I don’t like the tone in his voice. Come on, Ian, don’t you find me hot? How many women like me do you get all to yourself? Don’t lie to me. I’m one of the first.

Now get over here and make more love to me.

“Kathryn!”

Gradually, I come back to my senses. I realize what’s I’ve done, and the reaction on my face is immediate. The only good thing to come out of my sudden embarrassment is that Ian’s countenance softens. I doubt he wanted to get stern like that with me. Ever.

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah, Katie.” Ian is still standing beside the bed, one hand clamped on my nearest thigh. “Oh my God.”

I was wrong.

There was one other good thing to happen.

My whole body is relaxed. Not just my body. My mind. My soul.

Being sub-shocked jostled something within me. Now when I look at Ian, I don’t see a man trying to control me. Well, okay, yes, I do see that, but it doesn’t scare me.

It comforts me.

This man has seen me at some of my lowests. Not only professionally, but here in the bedroom, where I’ve screamed in anger, cried in fear, and collapsed in exhaustion because I’m pushing myself to limits I never even knew existed for me.

Every time I got emotional, he stayed by my side.

I knew that Ian was a good and patient Dom. Stern, but good. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He wants to tame me until I can play these scenes as they need to be played out. It’s not only erotic fantasy. There’s a reason this is a lifestyle for many people.

“You need to clean yourself up.” The tissues are in my hand yet again. “Do that for me?”

I’m struck with a new shame. It has nothing to do with sex. I don’t feel ashamed that I’m wearing sex clothes in Ian’s bed while his seed spills out of me and gets everywhere. Hey, that’s
his
problem once I leave. Nope, I’m ashamed because I…

Because I lost control and disobeyed my Dom.

My Dom.

My Dom.

“Ian…” I clasp his wrist, sitting up and shoving the tissues between my legs. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

He looks at me, plucking my hand off him and glancing at what I’m doing below. He pulls over a trashcan for me to toss the tissues into. “It’s all right, Katie. A lot of this is still new to you. This is why we do training. However, I need you to stop
fighting
me. I have a limit to my patience, no matter how hot you are.”

Gee, thanks.

“Now are you going to cooperate with me? You know that you need punishing, right?”

His hand lightly grips my thigh. I look at it, at him, at the last tissue I have in my hand that is covered in both me and him. Neither of us acknowledge it as I toss it into the trash.

“Yes, sir,” I say, eyes downcast. “I’m ready to obey and to accept my punishment.”

Ian wraps an affectionate arm in front of me, pulling me toward his chest. “Don’t be hard on yourself.” His other hand strokes my hair, now tangled around my shoulder. “I’ll let you in on a secret. I enjoyed that as much.”

I hardly doubt that’s a secret, granted how hard he came inside me, but I don’t say anything. I’ve got the collar on, and I’m learning to behave.

I’m ready to behave.

Something frightening is happening. I
want
to submit. I
want
to turn him on and make him want me some more. I
want
to feel what it’s like when Ian Mathers turns me into his personal vessel of copulation. Feel his hands on me. Around me. Inside me.

This whole giving up control business isn’t so bad.

“Tell me what you did wrong,” Ian says, walking to the other side of his bedroom. He opens a closet, which on the surface is full of pressed suits and some shirts to go with them. They’re pushed out of the way so he can rummage for something in the back. “I want to make sure you understand your indiscretions.”