Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (82 page)

“You’re doing fine.” Ian brings me into his arms, the leash dangling between us. “Ignore the fools.”

“Some of those fools are important outside of this club.”

His lips are tender against mine. “If they value their working relationship with your father, let alone
my
family, then they’ll keep it to themselves. Come on. I got us some drinks.”

We don’t join any friends, although I see some around. James and Gwen wave at us. Eva is upstairs with a submissive female friend. The Andrews, of course, start a game of Telephone with their gaggle of buddies sitting in the common area.

I’m sure the subject is me.

The drinks are brought to us the moment we sit down on a leather couch in the corner. It gives us a grand view of the club, while keeping an eye on who is looking at us in turn. I don’t see any of my Domme comrades yet. Nevertheless, I get a text from Eva saying I look great and that her friend doesn’t know if she wants to fuck me or be fucked by me.

I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess?

“Tell me how you’re feeling.” Ian is comfortable settling me on his lap and wrapping the leash around my shoulders. His hand rests on the small of my back. “Are you okay?”

Would it be strange to say that I wish he hadn’t asked me that? Naturally, I’m glad Ian has taken a vested interest in my well-being. Any Dom I serve would have to be like that, but
in this moment
I really ain’t feeling great and don’t need reminding.

“I’m fine,” I lie. My legs cross, allowing me to lean against the back of the couch and loom over my very fine boyfriend. In my mind, he’s the target of everyone’s lust, male and female. Even if they don’t want to fuck him, surely they want some of this sexual power emanating from him. Trust me, I know. When we were going over what we were going to do tonight, I got so hot and bothered that I interrupted our planning to fuck him on his dining table.

“There’s no sense in lying to me, Katie.” Ian rubs my back, a soothing motion, but not enough to settle my nerves. “Tonight is going to be… an experience. I need to know exactly how you’re feeling at any given moment. This means being open with me.”

I take a drink. “All right. I’m anxious.”

Strong fingers massage my neck. “What can I do to make you feel more at ease?”

There are a hundred eyes on me. No matter where I glance, someone is pointing to us, taking a drink while glaring over the rim of their glass, or to excitedly whisper. We are definitely going to be the subject of local gossip for some time to come. It’s not enough to gab about Kathryn and Ian being a serious couple. Throw in the kink aspect? I wouldn’t be surprised if the two sex and gender academics in the room try to write a psych paper about us.

So, what would make me comfortable? Forgetting that these assholes are here would probably help.

“Who is the dominant one here?” Ian says it, but he doesn’t reprimand me when I lean down and kiss him. In fact, his hands grip me so hard that I have to wonder how long he’s wanted to make out with me in front of kinky friends. Knowing him? Probably since the first time he dominated me. All his Dom friends will be impressed with this spectacle.

No, I can’t think about that.

I am a sub. I came here to be adored and to serve in turn. That means I should only have eyes and words for my Dom.

Fuck the others.

“When did you suddenly get frisky?” Ian grabs my ass the moment I push my hand between his spreading legs. He’s not hard, yet, but it doesn’t take me long to find his cock hiding in his trousers. Oh, who am I kidding? In this place, nobody’s cock stays hidden for long. I’ve seen two since I walked through the door ten minutes ago.

I break off our kiss and pick his drink off the nearby table. Without asking for permission, like the insolent sub I will always be, I swallow some of it before handing it to Ian. He finishes it off, puts the glass back down, and pulls me down onto the couch.

As a Domme, I have never done anything pegged in the world of exhibitionism. I’m usually not into that. I don’t need people watching me fuck to get off. On days when it doesn’t make me shudder, I feel completely indifferent about it. I guess it’s because I’m a woman from local social circles. Not one people got to know through my pussy being displayed in a club. Hey, I’ve got nothing against those girls, especially those who married their rich-ass Doms and now run half those circles. But it ain’t
me.

Until tonight. Until I needed a distraction from the world around me, and Ian is always the most convenient form of escape. Whenever I need to let go of the pressures pushed upon me, I think of him, go to him, or, you know,
fuck him.

I don’t know where this making out is going, but little by little, I forget the bullshit and merely exist for my Dom.

Wow, this submitting shit is addictive.

“Do you want to hear something?” Ian breaks off our kiss so he can nibble on my ear, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. “Remember how you told me that night… you know,
that
night here at the club…”

Of course I remember. It was the night this whole debacle began.

“Well, you told me that you made that man over there pleasure himself for you. Did you think of me, by chance?”

I don’t say anything. I may have. I may have not.

“Because I thought of you even before I caught you watching me with Stephanie.”

Oh, I remember. I remember sitting up where Eva and her friend is now, looking down in this direction and seeing Stephanie’s pretty blond hair give Ian good enough head to make him haul her off to a private room. No, neither of us want to think of her, but hearing him say that he was imagining it being me…

“How long have you wanted me, sir?” My hand goes back to his thigh, massaging his flesh through the thin material of his pants. “You make it sound like half your life’s mission has been getting me in bed.”

“Only for the past few months. I had forgotten how much you turn me on until we started working together.”

He takes my hand and pushes it onto his cock. It’s half erect now – I’m half smiling.

“You trying to tell me you never felt the same way?”

“Oh, Ian.” My hand closes around his shaft, fingers searching for the zipper. He shudders beneath me, nearly breathless, and I resist the urge to kiss him before I finish my tiny spiel. “I wanted you from the first moment we met all those years ago. Remember? It was me who seduced
you.
I only made it seem like your idea.”

“Is that what happened?” Hair twists around his fingers as he caresses me. “When I danced with you that night, all I could think about was kissing you. All right, and fucking you, but I was seventeen. I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking even if I wanted to.”

“And it’s different now?”

Ian ignores that. “I’m sorry things ended up the way they did back then. If things had gone better…”

“If we had managed to actually have sex, things wouldn’t have changed much. I wanted to hook up with you, Ian, not date you. Besides…” Why, hello there, cock. Nice to have you filling my hand as I stroke you to life and feel your owner tremble from my expert touch. “I don’t think we would have been a good couple back then. We both needed to grow and mature before we could handle one another.”

“Ain’t that the truth…”

I kiss his cheek, reveling in his cologne. “Please relax and let me take care of you, sir.”

Earlier I mentioned that I’ve never had sex of any kind in public. That remains true… until this moment. Those hundreds of eyes are definitely burning into my back as I move to the floor, my knees digging into a patch of carpet placed beneath this couch, my head bowing between Ian’s legs. He fantasized about me being Stephanie all those weeks ago? Ha. He has no fucking clue what the difference would be.

At first, my eyes are closed, blocking out the voices and stares around me as I pleasure the man I’ve come to love and want to serve once in a while. My tongue wraps around the head of his cock as my hand grabs him by the base, steadying him, bringing him closer to me as my ass rises into the air and my hair spills over Ian’s leg.

He strokes the top of my head, groaning, certainly thinking of Stephanie for a split second and comparing me to her. I know I win, hands down, no contest, and I am such an awesome girlfriend.

How many people are watching? I don’t care. They could be getting off, or they could be so confused that me of all people is doing this. Shit, maybe this corner of the club is so dark they can’t even see. Almost seems like a waste.

Then I open my eyes. I drink in what I can see of the club. Beneath me, of course, is Ian’s fuckin’ cock, disappearing in and out of my mouth as I worship how good it tastes and feels around my tongue and between my lips.

To my right is a wall, but to my left I catch a glimpse of a few nosy busy-bodies watching intently, their tight smiles showing how much they love my show. The fact I don’t know these people makes it hotter. Safer. They probably know who I am, but what does it matter when all I want to do is devour my Dom’s cock?

He doesn’t fuck my mouth, instead letting me take control of this moment. Ian does tug on my hair, however. I will know who my Master is. I will know that he’s the one in charge around here.

I will know that I am
his.

“Look at how she worships me,”
I can practically hear him say.
“Does it matter if she dominates other people? For me, she gets on her knees and enjoys the other side for a change. There’s no shame. Leave her alone. If you come for her character or try to imply she’s less than you thought before, I will destroy you.”

Thank you, Ian.

I wonder if he’s going to come in my throat. Or is he going to keep sitting there, petting my hair and drinking? To my mild horror, he summons a hostess and asks for a refill. “Make hers a double. She’s going to need it.” For fuck’s sake, that’s the last thing I hear before the hostess walks away.

Okay, so that hostess probably sees fifty blowjobs a night and doesn’t even register me blowing my Dom. But holy shit! That was an intense moment.

I want more. The thrill that gave me wasn’t embarrassing at all. Dare I say… I like having people watch me give this man the best head of his life?

Suddenly, pain.

“Mmf!” My scalp burns as Ian pulls my hair. I almost bite him.
Almost.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” How can he be so composed? Doesn’t he know he’s about five minutes away from blowing his load in my mouth? I can tell by now. “You enjoy having everyone in this club watch you and think you’re a dirty, promiscuous…”

He doesn’t have to finish. I know damn well what he’s trying to say. Can’t say I disagree.

“Tell you what, Katie. If you can make me come in under another minute, I’ll do that thing we discussed – with fervor.”

That thing, huh? You don’t know what the thing is yet, but let me tell you, it means the world to me.

So if Ian makes a promise like that, by God, I am going to
blow him to the moon.

Everyone in this club! Watch how you bring a Dom to his knees! Or at least make him throw his head back on a couch and grunt so hard that his precum coats your tongue like a second skin.

I mean, I like to think that a lot of the women – and men – in this club could learn a thing or two from watching me. I’ve been rewarding submissive men for years. It may be a completely different headspace going from, “Good job on doing what I told you to do, here’s a hummer,” to, “Yes, sir, anything you want, sir,” but I am somehow making it work.

For him, anyway.

“Holy shit.” Ian is doing his damndest to remain composed as I increase speed and pressure, but I can feel his thighs tense and his hold on me deepen. Heat floods his skin, and his precum begins to taste more like actual cum. I’m about to make this cool and controlled Dom lose his load in front of the whole club. Damn, there’s a lot of power in that.

I hope he can feel how much I want him to do it. I hope he knows how much glee I am feeling with my mouth wrapped around him and my throat welcoming him into its confines every other second. I almost forget about the people surely watching us. I don’t even care if some Domme like Dawn Lovett starts spreading the word that I’m a lost cause. Fuck her. I’m pleasing my fucking man over here.

I look up and catch Ian’s gaze. I may be submissive right now, but I don’t want to look it. So my eyes are narrow, powerful, saying,
“Do what you want, sir, but know that I am in full control of your pleasure.”
Of course, a look like that makes a man like him thrust into my throat to punish me for my insubordination.

Bring it on, Mathers.

How much time do I have left? Thirty seconds? Twenty? Now would be a good time for the Ian I first met to come back and lose himself sooner than he planned. But
no,
since he embarrassed himself twelve years ago, he’s learned so much self-control that not even his raging hard-ons for me can succumb to coming in five seconds.

“You want it, do you?” His voice is huskier than usual, and I can barely hear it over the music and the conversations of the club. “You want me to come in your throat? Would that make you feel proud?”