Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (86 page)

“Anyway, when you’re not thinking about ejaculating into my ear, how about we go start the movie? Think I’ll slip into something more comfortable.”

“And this isn’t comfortable?” I brush my hand against her dress. “Because I could take it off for you.”

We haven’t had sex yet today. Of any kind. I know! Our game is losing ground. Pretty soon we’ll be looking for a mistress too to keep the spark alive.

Heaven help us.

“As helpful as that would be,” Kathryn says, shrugging me off her. “I was thinking more along the lines of a T-shirt and some pajamas bottoms.” She pats my arm. “You can stay dressed like this, though. Looks good on you.”

“Oh, sure, make me stay in the itchy clothes.”

“The more you wear scratchy clothes, the more likely I am to take them off you and suck your dick during the boring parts of the movie.”

“Why would we watch a movie with
boring
parts?”

She glares at me, that hint of a Domme gleaming in her eyes. “So I can suck your dick, dumbass.”

“Oh. Better pick a real snore then.” I follow her out of the bathroom. “If it’s
really
boring you might get a turn on the couch too.”

Kathryn opens a dresser drawer and gestures for me to unzip her dress. My pleasure. “There won’t be enough time. I’m ringing you up and blowing you for like forty-five minutes.”

That sounds… painful. “Ringing me up, huh?” I slowly lower her zipper as she picks out a cute white T-shirt. She better not wear a bra beneath that. I wanna flick her nipples while we watch this long and boring background-noise-to-sex movie. “Is that what you Dommes are calling it these days?”

“Absolutely. I’ve got you a brand new one. It’s got
ridges.
”

“Oh, Lord.” I don’t know if I’m intrigued or scared.

Just as Kathryn is about to shimmy out of her dress, her doorbell rings.

“Mother fucker,” she mumbles, smacking my hand until I zip her back up with a sigh. “This is what I get for taking my ban off visitors. I did that for
you,
you know.”

“You could’ve okayed your assistant and me.”

“It gets complicated then.” Kathryn fluffs her hair and smoothes out her dress. “Keep your dick in your pants while I deal with this.”

“
What
would I be doing with my dick without you?”

She steps into the maw of her apartment. “I dunno. Playing with yourself. Shit guys do.”

“You know, what would this world be like if we made the same observations about women?” I don’t care that she’s shushing me so she can answer her door. “‘Put your pussy away, Kathryn, we’re in
church.’
”

Yeah, that’s the last thing any of us hear the moment she opens the door.

I wish I had kept talking.

Because
fuck
who is caught pounding on the door and then spilling into Kathryn’s apartment, teeth bare and ready to fucking bite.

“Oh hell no!” Kathryn latches onto Stephanie’s arm and attempts to drag her back into the hall. “Get the fuck out of here!”

I intervene, but only because Stephanie looks like she’s out for blood and about to claw out Kathryn’s eyes. Which would be a shame, because my Katie has the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen.

Next thing I know, Stephanie May breaks free from our hold and lands most unceremoniously in the middle of Kathryn’s living room floor. As I’m about to kneel down and fetch her, all the while telling Kathryn to call security, I get… a wad of spit in my face.

Classy.

“Fuck you, Kathryn Alison!” Stephanie struggles to get back up. “I don’t know how you found out about me, but
fuck you.
”

I raise my hand. “That was my mother. You stole her ex-husband. She was pretty pissed.”

“I don’t care who it was!” Has she been drinking? Either that or crying a fuckton. Probably both. She’s lost a lot, recently. “It’s because of
her
that my career is ruined and I’ll never get work again.”

“Uh, no, pretty sure that has to do with you being a shitty mother and a big fat liar.” I watch Kathryn shut the door with a look of
“Why do we have to do this?”
on her face. “I mean, really? Lying about your age by a whole ten years?”

“What’s wrong, Ian?” Stephanie stumbles where she stands. “Pissed that I’m actually older than you?”

“Nah, but you lied about it. You had to have known there was no way you would keep that… wait, how is this
Kathryn’s
fault?”

Stephanie cackles. And I mean
cackles.
Like, has this woman been appearing in movies as witches and banshees when I wasn’t looking? When we dated, Stephanie was poised, flirty, and fun. I wouldn’t have dated her otherwise. Is this how she really is? Is this the bullet I dodged when I shouted Kathryn’s name while dick-deep in this other woman? Wow. What a fateful night.

I apparently owe Kathryn a lot.

“You mean she hasn’t told you?” Kathryn steps forward, but Stephanie continues. “Your slutty girlfriend has been paying me off to keep my mouth shut. Until she wasn’t paying me anymore. Then I had to let the tiger loose, if you know what I mean.”

I look at Katie, but one thing sticks out to me. “It was
you
who leaked us to the press?”

“I had to! I told Blondie that if I didn’t keep getting my money, I would tattle on her kinky lifestyle. Though I’ve heard you’ve done that on your own recently.” Stephanie continues to laugh, a little maniacally, a lot of levels of weird. “You two really deserve each other.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“Really?” When Stephanie narrows her eyes at you, it’s almost as scary as when Kathryn does it. “You think it’s not uncouth to say the wrong woman’s name during sex?”

“You’re still hung up on that, huh? Sorry. Turns out my heart only beats for Dommes around here. Don’t think you fit that bill. You’re too naturally submissive.”

“Don’t categorize me you piece of shit!”

Well, fucking,
well.

I’ve had a hunch recently that Stephanie is a bit… unwell. Maybe not
unwell.
I don’t want to make it sound like such people are bad and terrible, but there is definitely something going on in Stephanie’s head. Otherwise there’s no way to explain her lying about being ten years younger, abandoning her child, and sucking every man around her dry.

I’d feel bad for her, especially since her promising career is tanking, but she’s been hurting the people I love. For that, I can’t forgive her.
Or
pity her.

“I’ll categorize you as much as I want,
Stephanie.
” I approach her, cautiously, because we all know you don’t go running up to a bear going
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY.
I may be bigger than her, but she’s the one on the defensive. “It’s my job to categorize people. I do it in my professional life and my personal life. And you? You’re what we would call a bratty sub. When you’re not pleasing your man to manipulate him and get your way – which, by the way, makes for a super shitty BDSM relationship, not that you care – you’re acting like a brat until a man has to take matters into his own hands and force you to obey.”

“That’s sick,” Stephanie spits. “I knew you were a sick pervert, but I didn’t know you were a rapist too.”

Whoa boy, that is some serious fucking tension in this room.

“You misunderstand me. The sub
wants
to be controlled and put in her place. That’s what she gets off on and what appeals to her side of kink. It’s all consensual with safe words and extensive conversation beforehand.”

Kathryn’s hand snakes over my shoulder. She leans against me, smiling deviously. “What do you think, Ian? This pain in our ass is definitely the bratty kind of sub. Assuming, of course, she’s into that.”

“I am
not.
” Stephanie is vehement, but I see the tell in her face. A blip of uncertainty. A flash of… consideration. Eyes glazing over in fantasy. Ha.
Ha.

“That’s funny,” I say, putting my hand on Kathryn’s. “Those two dates of ours seemed kinky. If I hadn’t been so eager to fuck you that night, what would you have done for me?”

“I think it’s obvious. I blew you in front of all those people.”

“You sure did, honey,” Kathryn says. “It was pretty hot.”

“You… you
saw…
”

“I saw and continue to see everything.” A well-manicured nail points to Stephanie’s chest. “Like those. You getting horny hanging out with us?”

Stephanie’s nipples are saying hello in more ways than one. Mostly by poking through the bodice of her black dress. Ah, I remember what those breasts looked like. Obviously, Kathryn’s are more supple and delightful to gaze at and squeeze. Yet Stephanie’s were great too. When I was dating her, I remember not being able to wait to have a lot of fun with them – okay, and her too.

Things change, don’t they?

“I am not. Is everything about sex with you two?”

Kathryn and I exchange glances. My beautifully kinky Katie steps away from me, her ass sashaying in the belly of her living room as she extends a hand and caresses Stephanie’s flinching face.

“Yes,” she purrs. “It is. And we would like to fuck your unworthy cunt.”

Chapter 31

KATHRYN

Seriously, fuck this asshole.

Literally. And figuratively.

She’s looking into my sensual poker face, the same one I’ve used on a million male subs over the years. I see it in her eyes. She’s curious. Scared as a man’s balls around steel-toed boots, but intrigued.

“Cunt?” She nearly spits on my carpet. “Thought you and your ilk were supposed to call yourselves feminists. How dare you call me that
slur.
”

I cross my arms. “I didn’t call you a cunt,
honey.
” The smile I unleash on her is enough to make Ian shake in his shoes, let alone this piece of work. “I called what’s between your legs a cunt. Nothing wrong with calling it what it is. Now if I had called
you
a cunt, then that would be different.” I look over my shoulder. “Right, Ian?”

“I’m not even getting involved in that discussion. Bring it up with my mother. You know, the woman who hired the PI following you around, Stephanie.”

This is getting good.

I brush my fingers against Stephanie’s bare arm. In truth, I wouldn’t say I’m sexually attracted to this woman personally. My name isn’t Eva Warren. Though I
am
attracted to this situation at hand. A bratty sub here to try to have her way with me and my Dom partner? Goodness. Someone get me a fan and a glass of ice water.

I haven’t had a bratty sub in forever. They were men, anyway, which is a different ballgame.

A woman would be completely different. Ian jokes about me being a brat when we’re having a scene. Of course, he doesn’t say that I’m a brat, per se. More like insolent. A more sophisticated word for a more sophisticated woman.

So, Stephanie is a
brat.

“You two are unbelievable…” She keeps saying that, but I’ve noticed she hasn’t moved. I mostly told her that to give her the shakes and get her out of my home. I don’t want to see her face or ass again, not even on my TV – although it sounds like Caroline took care of that. “I can’t believe this is happening. Wait until the press hears about this…”

“The press doesn’t give a fuck, sweetie. We’re rich as hell. We’re powerful. My social circles already know I’ll get down on my knees and suck Ian’s cock at any notice. Who cares? What are you going to do?” I step closer, our bodies too close for either of our comfort. “What I want to know is… how do I get rid of
you
forever?”

Stephanie crosses every limb possible and wrinkles her nose at me. “Come again?”

“You know what I fucking mean. How do I get you away from me for the rest of my life? How do I get you to leave me
alone?
Do you want money? Fine.” I let my teeth scrape my lips on that word. “I’ll give you a million fucking dollars to get away from me forever. To get away from every person on this planet with the last name Alison or Mathers. I dropped fifteen million on The Grand to clean up one of your boyfriend’s finance messes. I can afford another million. Consider it my generous donation to you trying to get your life back together.”

Stephanie opens her mouth.

“Do you want business connections? I know a couple Hollywood people. A couple Broadway entrepreneurs. They might take pity on you if I put in a good word. Or maybe you want a comfy place to live. I’ll get you a house in some nowhere fuck all town. Hey, I’ll even pitch in a few extra dollars for you to get your kid back, if he even knows who the hell you are.”

I thought that would strike a nerve, but Stephanie is snorting as if it means nothing to her. “What would you know? You’ve got everything you ever wanted, rich fucking princess you are. You even got the guy.”