“Yes, sir.” Monica tried to keep her eyes open, but they were rolling far into the back of her head from the relief Henry offered. Even though only his tip was inside her, she opened, her arousal spilling down her skin and down his shaft. “I’ll be quiet, Mr. Warren.”
“Good. Because if you make a sound loud enough for them to hear, I will pull out whether you’ve climaxed or not. Do you understand?”
Monica nodded. She no longer had any words.
She also had no more bearings… for Henry thrust into her, filling every crevice of her being with his cock.
The man told her to be quiet, so she was quiet… but they weren’t quiet. Henry grunted into Monica’s throat, and every thrust of his hips slammed Monica’s against the wall. And the sound they made together! If Monica could hear it, then certainly the men and women in the hall and the study could hear it. They better be getting off on it. The thought thrilled Monica. She had more than a streak of exhibitionism in her.
“Relax and hold still, Monica,” Henry warned her. “I’m going to finish you.”
She closed her eyes, welcoming him into her, deeper, harder, faster. Henry’s hips hammered against her thighs, his cock pumping in and out of her entrance, touching her innermost place, stretching and taunting her sensitive flesh on the outside.
I’m gonna die. Between not being able to moan and the swell of an orgasm inside her, Monica might yet pass out from overstimulation. Henry knew. He knew every inch of Monica’s body, including what angle he needed to take her at… if he wanted to push her over the edge. He did that now. He held one leg higher the other, giving him the access necessary to make Monica soundlessly orgasm.
“Henry!” that blip of a shout was all she emitted, and it was into his jacket, muffled, but still intense. Climax claimed her, shaking her thighs, her abdomen, and her breasts as they bounced for her Dom’s visual pleasure. The cold air made them hard. The heat they created was enough to make her forget about it.
“Come inside me,” Monica whispered into his ear. “Please, sir, mark me.”
No greater thrill.
No greater honor.
Than feeling her Dom lose himself inside her.
“Monica,” he sounded famished. Controlled, but famished. Henry knew the exact moment he would climax, but until then, he indulged in his own thrills. “Oh, fuck…”
She quivered when he came inside her, the pulsations of his cock stretching her wide as one generous release after another filled her.
Inside, she hoped that Henry would not be quick to pull out. Thankfully, he was not. He remained within her, panting for lost breath. As his cock softened, however, he had no choice but to withdraw from her and ease her feet back onto the floor. Monica instantly missed his strength and power impaling her to the wall.
“God, that was what I needed.” Henry held himself against said wall as Monica put him back into his pants and zipped him up. That’s one way to claim your woman, sir. His seed came out of her closing slit, taking the soft skin of her leg even after she pulled her sweater dress back down.
“Thank you, sir.” She kissed his lips quickly, smiling at the cozy feeling his seed gave her pleasured folds. “I couldn’t have begged for better. “
“I daresay not. I’m wiped to heaven and back.”
Henry pulled her into a loving embrace, tenderly kissing her skin and nuzzling his nose against her cheek. Monica giggled, gaining the courage to ask if she should go wash herself up. I need the courage in case he tells me to.
“What do you want, my naughty nymph?” Henry tipped her chin up with his fingers. “I’ll let you decide. Do you want to parade around with me inside you?”
Monica bit her bottom lip. “I like the idea of everyone else knowing it happened to me. That I belong to you.”
“Then don’t wash up. We should go join the others before they miss us and start guessing, though.”
They left the office together, informing the butler that someone really should turn on the heater in there. Monica’s hard nipples weren’t sure they agreed.
Chapter 5
Kathryn
“They want us to have Christmas in New York City,” Eva said, slamming back her third brandy of the hour. “They spend the whole year in Montana and now think we’re going to gallivant around NYC for the holidays. Who wants to spend Christmas snowed in like that? I fucking don’t.”
Kathryn pretended to be listening intently, but in truth, the words barely funneled through her brain. She was busy staring at her boyfriend, currently amusing himself with a game of chess against Ethan Cole. Finally, someone to play chess with him. Ian was always bothering Kathryn to learn how to play, but she wasn’t into those kinds of games. She much preferred sex games to ones that asked her to use most of her brain.
“At least your mother wants to spend Christmas with you,” Kathryn said, sighing. Her whole body was crossed. Her legs. Her arms. Her eyes if she stared at her boyfriend for too long. “Nobody can get mine to leave Europe. My father and I are going to the Mathers’ for Christmas.” It was easier than getting them to show up to the Alison mansion. “Not my first Christmas without her, but…”
Eva didn’t want to know about that.
The door opened, admitting Henry and Monica, back from their sojourn. Eva made a face to shock the ages as her brother and future sister-in-law walked by, sitting on the once empty loveseat.
“What?”
Eva leaned in, whispering into Kathryn’s ear. “They totally did it. The perverts.”
“How can you tell?” Henry and Monica always looked like that – smitten and absorbed with one another. Tell me I look like that with my boyfriend and I will kill you. She couldn’t even imagine it. She saved the puppy faces for private. A nice reward for Ian when he was a good boy.
“Oh, I can tell,” Eva continued. “I unfortunately know all about it by now.”
“At least some people around here are getting laid.”
“Tough break about your romantic weekend.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Ian should be nut-deep in her at this very moment, going to town on her pussy as they waited to be called down for dinner. And then he would be nut-deep in the bath. Then in bed again. All fucking night. Or at least that was the fantasy she concocted in her head. I was going to break out the collar after the bath… She hadn’t submitted to Ian in a good month. They were so long past due that she would probably agree to anything once the collar was on. Even anal. She was that hard up. He better stick it in the right hole first, though. The right one that had been screaming for his cock ever since they got in his car four hours ago.
“Hey, speaking of getting laid…”
Kathryn already knew where this was going. “No, I have no idea how you can bag the hot chick over there.”
Ethan Cole’s secretary sat in a corner, going through her boss’s business phone so he could “relax” with a game of chess. If being hunkered over, squinting big brows, and snarling like an ogre could be called “relaxing.” It was a good thing Ian was not easily intimidated by other men. Otherwise he wouldn’t be winning right now.
At any rate, I know all about this woman. Eva had pined for Nadia for months. Pushing over a year now. Apparently, she was the butch Domme’s type. And gay, which was a bonus. Yet no matter how many times Eva asked the pretty brunette out, Nadia declined. To Kathryn, that meant Eva needed to pack it in and give up. She wasn’t getting that pussy anytime soon. No point making the girl uncomfortable.
“Ladies and gentleman,” the butler said in the doorway. “Dinner is served.”
The smell of roast hit them before they even entered the dining room. An eight-person table was set, no place cards available. This meant the men had a silent alpha contest to see who got to sit at the heads. Haha, not Ian. Oh, Ian was alpha, but he didn’t get into pissing contests. If this were a wolf pack, he’d be the guy waiting in the shadows for an opportune moment. Let alpha males Henry Warren and Ethan C
ole have a battle of the wills.
Suited Kathryn fine. She didn’t want her boyfriend posturing like an idiot anyway. He did that fine on his own time.
Henry sat at one end with Monica next to him. Kathryn took note of the way the lifestyle sub gingerly sat, moving her legs to one side as she bit her lip in concentration. Her hand clenched a napkin, and she glanced around before covertly asking the maid where the nearest restroom was. Either she was about to have an unfortunate and embarrassing accident, or she was… damnit, Eva was right. Can’t tell if that’s hot or gross. Kathryn went with gross, because then her libido would be momentarily killed.
By some hilarious twist of alpha male priorities, Kathryn ended up on the other end of the table, between Eva and Ian. Behave yourself. She sent that thought to Eva, who sat diagonal from Nadia and was already counting her lucky stars.
Courses of food came out. Roasted meats, potatoes, vegetables… all spiced and tenderized perfectly, so everything practically melted off forks and tongues. Thankfully, this meant everyone’s mouths were full and thus too busy to have awkward conversation. The minor words that came up were mostly Ethan and Henry chatting.
That didn’t stop Kathryn’s boyfriend from finding ways to communicate with her.
“You’re hot,” the text on her phone said.
Her mother used to ride her ass for texting at the dinner table... Too bad Mommy Dearest wasn’t coming home for Christmas. Naughty Kathryn would have to make do texting her hot boyfriend and occasional Dom next to her.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Aw, shucks. You think so? Warren and Cole are both dressed better than me. I feel so woefully underdressed for a night I thought would be nothing but relaxing with you. We didn’t even bring a third wheel, the fuck!”
They exchanged furtive glances around the corner of the table. Kathryn held in a smile. Ian didn’t even bother.
A new text popped up on Kathryn’s phone.
“Watch the eye-fucking.”
“Mind your own business.”
“How dare you. There is nothing more interesting than watching you and your boyfriend eye-fuck at the dinner table.”
“Talk to somebody, for the love of God. I can’t be your only friend here.”
Eva put her phone away and pretended her dinner was the most delicious thing in the world.
“Are we alone again?”
“I dunno, are we alone at all this weekend?”
“I hear we have our own room.”
“Oh, good, so the others can hear us fucking.”
“Sweet! We’re still fucking this weekend?”
“If you, Warren, and Cole manage to not get into a dick-length match. I saw the amount of rulers in that study.”
“My dick is the biggest in this room, dear.”
“I’m sure it’s plenty big in comparison. I’m not interested in finding out.”
“Weird. I kinda am.”
Kathryn snorted into a fork full of roasted carrots. A few people glanced at her, but their end of the table mostly kept to themselves. Ethan and Henry were talking about an article in The New Yorker, God help them all.
Chills went down Kathryn’s spine as Ian slipped his hand beneath the tablecloth and caressed her knee.
“Excuse you, Mr. Mathers.”
“Forgive me. Ms. Alison. I find myself unable to keep my hands off you. Your beauty is so exquisite that I’ve fantasized about fucking you ever since we got here. Because I thought I would get to. Right away. Good Lord, I’ve missed you.”
Kathryn was trapped between wanting to smile and roll her eyes. Ian’s brand of flirtation could be silly sometimes.
“To be fair, I assumed the same thing. I was going to spend this weekend riding and sucking your dick.”
“Oh ho ho! Tell me more about my dick!”
“It’s the biggest one in the room, I’m sure, my prince.”
Kathryn had to wait for Ian to gather his bearings and reply to her, his hand squeezing her knee even harder. “You flatter me, my queen.”
She glanced around the table, making sure nobody was watching her blush with naughty thoughts. Her nipples tingled beneath her plaid shirt. As for her pussy? It ached for him to touch her, with any part of his body. His fingers, his mouth, his cock…
“What else would I say to the only man allowed to dominate me?”
“I’m glad you’ve missed that as well.”
“I’ve thought about it at least once a day since we last played like that.”
“Only once a day?”
“I’ve been a busy woman.”
“As long as busy means thinking about me as you touch yourself.”
“Who else is there to think about?”
With a devil-may-care grin tugging at her face, Kathryn slipped her hand over Ian’s knee… and pushed it higher than he had dared.
There were many benefits to being the second tallest woman in the room – second only to Eva, who towered over everyone. For one, it blessed Kathryn with long, nimble limbs and dexterous fingers. Limbs and fingers perfect for rubbing the crotch of her boyfriend’s trousers without compromising her posture.
Since reuniting two days ago, they had sex twice. Two quickies that were supposed to help them get by until this weekend. No role-playing. Not even a hint of kink. Just quick, vanilla sex that was at least as rough as they were horny. We had video chat sex twice while we were separated. Not the same. Kathryn would take a quick dicking over watching Ian jerk himself off for her any day of the week. What’s the point of having that glorious cock in my face if I can’t actually touch it? Oh, she was touching it now. Letting her fingers play with his zipper and feel him harden beneath her touch.
Ian was a king of poker faces. He continued to eat, quietly, paying Kathryn no mind as she massaged him beneath the table. At first she was content to merely feel him harden through his pants. Then she ached to touch his skin, and within ten seconds, had him half unzipped with her fingers stroking the silk of his boxers.
Then the hair on his cock.
Holy shit, I need this in me. Now.
Kathryn got up and excused herself, citing a need to use the restroom. She did not go to the restroom, however. Instead, she found the butler in the hallway and asked him for a comfortable place to make a phone call. He directed her into the office.
The cold, dark office.
She turned on a soft lamp by the couch, upon which she sat and took out her phone.“Get your ass in the office across the hall. Now.”
“What should I tell them?”
“If you have to tell them anything, say you need to get some medicine out of your suitcase upstairs. Or tell them you’re coming to fuck me in the office, I don’t care.” Kathryn switched off her phone and shoved it in her front pocket.
She then went to work.
This had to be fast. It had to be good, but fast. No way in hell was she waiting a few more hours before it was socially kosher to go to bed and take Ian there.
No way was she dealing with everyone else up there on the second floor too, possibly listening to them have sex. Hey, I don’t know how insulated these walls are. They look nice, but… This was a woman who felt icky having sex in her father’s house, and she knew he couldn’t hear shit coming from her room.
So while she waited for Ian, she braved the idea that he would be the only one to walk through that unlocked door. Braved it, because she was undressing in preparation of his arrival.
It was damned chilly in that room, but nevertheless Kathryn unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it open, and popped her breasts out of her bra. She jiggled things around until both breasts pushed prettily up, one button of her shirt giving them the final boost they needed to look beyond perky. Then she leaned back, kicking off her boots and pulling her pants down to the floor.
By the time Ian finally walked into the office, Kathryn was nearly naked and spread open on the couch.
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�Wow. Is this safe to do after eating?”
Kathryn pushed her hand down her slit, spreading it open so Ian could see her clit and the wetness beneath. “You haven’t even had dessert yet.”
“Oh, I haven’t had dessert in over a month.”
He locked the door behind him, his shit-eating grin radiating warmth in Kathryn’s direction. Good, because it’s cold in here. She could put up with a lot of things for the sake of sex, but freezing to death was not one of them. Kathryn didn’t care how much heat the two of them generated when they did horizontal – or vertical – tangos.
Time he got tangled in my pussy, damnit.
“What if everyone in the dining room hears us?” Ian removed his vest and let it drop to the floor. His forest green sweater came next, but only halfway – just enough for Kathryn to see how much that man had been hitting the gym in their time apart. Get over here or I swear to the fucking sky… Ian was deceptively strong. He wasn’t “big” like other cut men, preferring to save his hard abs and muscular arms for surprises in the bedroom. Or a guest office. Didn’t matter when Kathryn was showing off how wet he made her from teasing her with his skin.
“Sorry, too cold,” he muttered, pulling his sweater back down. “Someone should turn a heater on in here.”
Kathryn patted the top of her slit. “I’ve got some heat right here for you, sir.”
“Ohohoho, she makes bad jokes and calls me sir. I have me a real winner right here.” Grinning, Ian knelt between Kathryn’s legs and rubbed her folding stomach. “My word, my darling, you really are hot down here.”
“Told you. Now do something with it.”
This was the crux of their relationship. Kathryn, a Domme in her “real life,” had no problems ordering Ian, also a Dom, around when she saw fit. Like now, when her body shook in the great and mighty need to be fucked by her hot and – ahem, well endowed – boyfriend.
No, not just his manhood, which was probably straining against his pants right now, but his large, thick fingers and tongue, which caressed her legs, thighs, and then finally – finally! – her eager folds which cried for attention.
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