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

by Cynthia Dane

  Maybe I’ve got a thing for the naughty schoolteacher. Which is funny, because I’m the kind of guy who usually doesn’t go for that. Too domineering. Then again, Kathryn is a Domme, and a damn good one from what I hear.

  I suppose it’s okay to find that hot. Doesn’t mean I want her Topping me. It only means I can appreciate a woman carrying a stiff pointer and slamming it against everything around her.

  Those glasses making her look so serious.

  That business-like hairdo that I’ve already had the pleasure of undoing mid-coitus.

  Those shoes, low to the ground for comfort, but still so feminine.

  That ass, begging me to hold it, squeeze it, feel it flex in my hands.

  Those beautiful pink lips that kiss so good and probably give even better head.

  You don’t understand. I barely understand how much I want to make her mine.

  All the people around me disappear as I sit behind a table and watch the way she moves, gliding from one side of the hall to the other, her voice carrying, echoing so everyone can hear her power. Her confidence is intoxicating. I’ve seen a lot of men who were so full of themselves that you wanted to go up to them in the middle of their presentations and punch them right in the face. You don’t feel that way with Kathryn. Instead, you’re enthralled. I can now see why she steamrolled that grant and accomplished anything else she set her mind out to do.

  See? I knew she had it in her.

  What I didn’t see was how turned on I would be by the whole thing.

  I’m not sporting anything embarrassing, but I’m getting dangerously close. Yeah, last thing I fucking need is to stand up later and have the whole community see what makes me a man sticking out and saying hello. Anyone with half a brain will know that Kathryn caused it, too. Our parents are here. I need to have some damned dignity.

  If I have any left.

  It’s getting harder to convince myself that I’m not insanely attracted to Kathryn Alison. I honestly thought that having sex would be like getting those emotions out of the way. All right, I did that. I now know what it’s like to feel her writhe against me. Got it out of my system. Time to move on my merry way and find the next woman I want to take for a spin.

  Except both my mind and my body have other ideas.

  Kathryn finishes her speech, imploring the council to consider setting up the museum first, as it can benefit the entire community. Too bad it won’t make us back our investment faster. That’s what the hotel is for. But I’m not going to say anything.

  I’m too busy staring at her chest anyway.

  Applause thunders in my head before I know what else is going on. I snap back to attention and see Kathryn sitting down next to me, her perfume reminding me of what it was like to bury my face in her throat. She closes her folders, trying to suppress a grin.

  I should congratulate her on such a fine job. By all accounts, everyone is chatting about what the Alison museum is going to bring to the community. I feel like a philanthropist by proxy.

  Well, looks like Kathryn is going to win our little bet. Too bad I’ll conveniently forget all about it and act like I don’t know what she’s talking about when she inevitably brings it up.

  Nobody said that I honor my drunken promises I make without signing anything in my blood. Or even without my blood.

  We shake some hands. I kiss my mother’s cheek. The Andrews commend us for a job well done. “We’ll be selling, for sure,” Lana says. “We’ll have to wait to hear about what plan to go with first.”

  Who cares? Once they sell to us, they’ll be washed of it all. Then our work begins.

  “You did a fine job,” Kathryn says when we have a bit of time to ourselves. The assistants are dismantling the materials and putting them away. Most of the people are filing out, but more are stopping to ask either of our fathers a few questions.

  “You weren’t so bad yourself.” Her perfume is still poisoning me. The closer she gets, intending to pick up some folders off the table, the more I am tempted to look at the bend of her hips and the soft flesh poking from her skirt. I feel like Ken Andrews being taunted by his wife during his introductions. “I mean… I don’t often get to see that side of you.”

  She stands, lips drawn back in a mischievous smile that starts to drive me wild. “You’ll see a lot more of it once they choose my project to start things off with.”

  Shit. She does remember.

  “Yeah… can I talk to you about that?” I put a hand on her arm to get her attention. Just a friendly gesture to anyone looking. But Kathryn looks down at my hand as if I’m biting her.

  I could, you know.

  “Don’t know if now’s the time.”

  I made a grave mistake in touching her, because now everything south of the border is charged in electricity. My thighs have that familiar heat to them. Heat that says fuck this woman.

  Great. Great.

  Usually I don’t fall prey to my own instincts like this. Normally I’m a calm and collected man who waits until the door closes before I succumb to my basic, carnal instincts.

  Usually, okay?

  Yet there’s something about Kathryn that makes me sweat. Having sex with her only made things worse. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Sure, I would still be curious, but I doubt I would feel this driving, pulsing need to feel her all over again. I’ve tortured myself by having carnal knowledge of her. Her body begs me to take her again. Does she know that in her head? If she does, she’s not really letting on.

  I’ll find out. I have to.

  “Let’s find some privacy,” I say, attempting to guide her away from the fray of people.

  She follows, unsure, I let go of her arm once I’m sure I have her in my web. It would look weird if I’m hauling her off to an empty room upstairs.

  We have to talk. I need to talk.

  Except it’s not talking I do once we’re upstairs in a hallway. It’s not a single word I utter once I find an empty room, full of overturned chairs and a table pushed against the wall.

  I use my mouth a lot. But not to talk.

  Chapter 17

  IAN

  “Ian!” Kathryn’s shock is palpable, as if I can touch it beneath her skin as I push her up against the wall and kiss her.

  Hesitating, I wait for her to say no. To push me away. I wait. I hear nothing but the beating of my own heart and the breaths rushing out of her throat. I feel nothing but the heat of her skin and my blasted cock straining against my pants.

  She’s hesitating too. I can sense it within her. Oh, she wants me back as much as I want her. Kathryn just wasn’t planning on us doing it right now.

  You don’t know how happy I am when she kisses me back, her hands clutching my face and the rest of her body inching closer to mine, famished and needy.

  Oh, fuck.

  There’s nothing glamorous, nothing romantic about what we do. I’m lifting her onto the table, pushing that skirt as high as it will go while she rips open my shirt, one button popping off and falling to the floor. I don’t give a fuck. She can destroy my shirt for all I care. All I care about is sinking my hand into her heat and feeling how aroused I’ve already made her.

  Ha! Already? She’s probably been wanting this as much as I have. I don’t often read women the wrong way. Just because Kathryn and I aren’t compatible as romantic partners, doesn’t mean we don’t make a helluva pair of lovers sometimes.

  Yet I can’t lie. I want to yank that hair, bite that flesh, and spank her so hard that she squirms away from my cock every time I come near her – because she can’t help it. Because she needs it so badly that her body doesn’t want to let her have it. It’s one of the most exquisite reactions a Dom like me can witness, and I know I’m not going to get it right now.

  Fuck I don’t fucking care I just want to fuck her.

  “Katie.” I growl her beautiful name over and over, squeezing her breasts through her blouse, feeling my cock fill with
blood every time she gasps. This fucking top. It was so hot watching her strut around in it earlier, but now I have no idea how to get to her tits without ruining her outfit. The best I can do is reach my hand up the bottom and claw away her bra, pinching her nipples and listening to her cry out in the most delectable pain you’ve ever heard.

  “Say it again,’ she begs, and oh God do I love her begging. That little whine in her voice. Fluttering. Unwavering. “Say my name.”

  I’m losing myself, but I’m still with it enough to suck on her ear, plunging my tongue deep within it, letting my voice roll off my feral tongue. “Kathryn.”

  She’s shuddering. Her legs are spreading around my hips. Her moans are so simple yet lustful, and just fuck me sideways like I want to fuck her sideways, because I’m completely losing my mind listening to and feeling her come undone like this.

  I nearly rip her blouse trying to tear it off her torso. Kathryn lifts her arms, letting me toss it to the side as I attack her breasts with my mouth and hands. So soft. So supple and malleable. They’re the perfect size and 100% real. I can’t get over her areolas. I can’t get over the fact that I remember a word like “areola” right now.

  They’re so round. So elastic. Every time my lips tug at them they get harder, and Katie moans, her hand clutching the back of my neck and threatening to bring me closer.

  Oh, I will get closer.

  “I want you.” She’s not whining anymore. This is that confident woman who strutted around her presentation, cutting off testicles and mounting them on her fireplace like treasures. She’ll take mine too – but in a completely different way. “Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me right now!”

  I open her legs wider, tearing away her underwear and plunging my thumb into her warmth. She’s aroused. Of course she’s aroused. She’s begging me to fuck her, and now she’s got my thumb inside her, twisting around, searching for her wetness. There’s not enough.

  The table creaks as I nearly drop to my knees to fully taste her for the first time.

  “Ian!” Breathy, raspy, I dunno how to describe it. My nose is so full of her scent that I can’t help but lick the length of her slit, fondling her clit with my tongue and tasting everything that is Kathryn Alison. It doesn’t take long for that sweet and bitter taste to hit my tongue.

  I want more.

  I want her so wet that she devours my cock. I’ve got one hand around it now as she pulls my hair. I’m eagerly stroking myself, making sure I’m good and fucking hard for her, because the wetness is washing my tongue and I know we don’t have much time.

  Crazier quickies have been had in my life. Yet this is giving me such a rush that it’s all I can do to keep myself from coming right now.

  Her thighs hug my face. Her hips are so solid in my hands. Everything about her body screams for me to take her. All I want is to hear her voice say it again.

  “I swear to God, Ian, if you don’t fuck me right now I will scream until somebody hears.”

  I want to ask her what that will accomplish, but I get the point. I kiss her thighs, her stomach, her beautiful breasts as I ascend her body and find her naughty lips.

  Kathryn wraps her legs around my hips and attempts to thrust against me, but the table contains her, and for a brief moment I fully enjoy this kick-ass Domme attempting to swallow my cock with her greedy body.

  I’m doing this to her. I’m turning her into a fiend who only wants one thing.

  Me.

  I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. I know better than to tempt fates and take her bare. Even though it interrupts our flow. Even though she looks as if she’s going to eat me whole if I don’t hurry the hell up and wrap a condom around my erection. It’s unbearably hard by now. I don’t know if you know what it feels like, but all this guy can think about is how good it’s going to feel penetrating a woman for the first time today – and how well he can savor it.

  “Holy fuck!”

  I concur. It feels fucking fantastic to slip myself in, to feel her warm, soft inner walls surround the length of my cock. A man can’t get this with his hand. He can only get it from the perfect woman for him.

  I’ve barely entered her, but I pull my tip out, teasing her entrance as I attempt to control the excited sensations in my cock. Oh, who am I kidding? You can’t control it. All you can control is the rate at which they attack your brain, yearning to empty the heat into the perfect creature you find yourself embedded in.

  There’s only me. There’s only her. I’m taking her, pushing slowly at first, and then driving my cock deep into her, feeling her muscles clamp onto and massage my cock.

  Women are so greedy. Whether they’re innocent or demure, or raging sex fiends who take every cock to pass their way, they are all the fucking same once you get inside them. The female body has this majestic way of holding onto you, drawing you in deeper until your sack hits their skin and makes you feel like you’re going to end everything right there. But you hold on. For your pleasure, for hers.

  Because you need to fuck her.

  It’s not enough to hold yourself in her. Everything in your body is screaming at you to thrust, thrust, thrust, and you obey, because you’re a simple man at the end of the day. Besides, no matter what else you enjoy in life, nothing feels as good as this. Men wait forever to feel the slick wetness around their shafts. To feel the head of his cock caress the ridges of her sensitive G-spot that begins to make her groan and writhe. And when she starts writhing? Holy fuck. She’s squeezing you, she’s greedily pulling you in and demanding that you give her your seed. It’s all biological, I’m sure. A way to ensure we men inseminate these women. But even though reproduction isn’t required for sex anymore, we still get these fucking fantastic benefits of a gorgeous woman like Kathryn Alison squeezing and coaxing our cock to come.

  I’m not seventeen anymore, Katie. I can hold it until I feel you come first. God, that is the fucking best. Right now… shit, shit, right now you’re so fucking tight around me, your breasts beneath my mouth as your whimpers of pleasure consume the parts of my brain that aren’t focused on what’s going on inside of you. Because you’ve got me by the cock, and you’re one greedy, greedy woman, aren’t you, Kathryn?

  Take it. I can’t hold it any longer. You’re coming, your swollen clit rubbing against my cock every time it pulls out of you long enough to thrust back in. Your nipples are so hard that my lips can’t do anything more to them besides make them wet with my saliva. Your face is so scrunched up in pleasure that now I’m only going to focus on these sensations and nothing else.

  I enter the point of no return. It’s happening. My body is losing control, and it feels so fucking good to pretend I’m not wearing a condom and right now every shot of my seed is filling your pussy as you take it from me.

  There’s this two second window where everything is nothing. It’s perfection. It’s bliss. In those two seconds we’re so connected that I both want to run away from you and to never let you go again. My brain is filling with endorphins. Dangerous endorphins.

  Endorphins that tell me I love you.

  Usually they’re easy to ignore. I indulge them long enough to enjoy the moment, but then I’m back to my senses and the mess we’ve created in our need for each other. Except you’re different. Shit, I felt it the first time we fucked, and now I feel it again.

  I don’t want to let go of those endorphins.

  I want to pretend that we’re in love. I want to keep kissing you, like I am right now, my cock losing its hardness inside of you, but neither of us want to pull away.

  “Don’t move,” you say. Your whimper is so loving that I have no choice but to obey you this one time. “Ian…”

  Kathryn’s knee is so high in the air from being bent and spread that I can easily kiss it. She sighs, opening up around me in a bid to get me hard again. No, it’s too soon. I’m sorry. I’m better than when I was as a younger man, but I’m still human, Katie.

  I kiss her breast, her lip
s once more before forcing myself to pull out. Right away I imagine her lying on my bed, naked, her nether lips spread open so I can watch my claim on her fall down her skin. That’s not going to happen. She’s the type of Domme who doesn’t do that.

  I want to convince you otherwise, Katie.

  “Wow.” She eases her legs shut, gently, and I can only imagine how tender her stretched muscles are right now. “Wow.”

  I don’t have to ask if she came. I felt it. Unlike a lot of other men, I don’t find it hard to make a woman orgasm during sex. I also know what one feels like, so there’s that.

  “Wow.” I kiss her as the word falls from my lip.

  “I’m serious.” She nibbles my lips, her soft hands back on my face. It may sound funny, but it kinda makes me feel safe. “That was as much a mindfuck as it was a pussyfuck.”

  “Come again?”

  Kathryn slips off the table and fixes her skirt. She fetches her peplum top off the floor and scurries to put it back on. I suppose we should clean up and get out of here. One of these days, Katie, I’m taking you to bed and holding you there for a whole night.

  “I wasn’t expecting that. S’all.”

  She puts her clothes back on. I take off the condom and wonder where the nearest bathroom is. For now, I need to put myself back in my pants and try to fix my shirt. Shit. There’s a button missing. “After the way you dominated that speech…”

  Kathryn grins at me. “You like that, eh?”

  “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” I’m not about to get on my knees and call her Mistress. “Anyway, they’re going to miss us soon if we don’t go back out there.”

  “Aw, Ian.” She’s on me, her hands planted on my shoulders as she pushes me against the table and nuzzles her nose against my jaw. At first I’m wary that she’s going to try to take me now. “You’re a fun fuck. Feel free to ravage me a bit anytime.”

  Somehow, I’m still wary.

  We leave separately, me taking a short detour to the nearest restroom. By the time I reach the main hall, my mother is admonishing me for disappearing, and Kathryn is schmoozing Colleen Woodrow.