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

by Cynthia Dane

  I don’t know what’s going through her head. I really don’t want to care. I want to hear her call me sir with all the need and passion I want from a sub. It’s not enough to hear the word. I need to hear her true intent.

  “You can say no tonight,” I mutter, feeling the heat in her thigh. “You can always say no to anything.”

  “I know that… sir.”

  “Do you not like this?”

  “I’m still getting used to it.”

  “You’re beautiful.” These platitudes work for most women, but she’s different. I’ll need to step up my game. “So sexy and smart. I want to give you so much pleasure that you go blind.”

  A smile twitches on her lips. “Worship me?”

  Domme talk. I can work with it. “I’ll worship you, Katie. Worship you in a way no man has ever dared to worship you before. Trust me. Do you trust me?”

  “I don’t know…”

  “It’s okay. I know what you mean.”

  “Do you know? I trust you to stop if I say so, but do you know me?”

  “I’m learning. This is a first for both of us in a lot of ways. Give me a chance to show you a world you’ve never visited before.”

  She sucks in her breath, her lips mere inches away from mine. “All right,” she whispers. “Please kiss me… sir.”

  I do. I kiss those lips like I’ve been begging to all night, my tongue instantly diving down her throat, claiming everything it can. She has a tight, warm mouth. A little mouth. Yet her tongue is fire, blazing against mine, her hand on my cheek as she kisses me back with every ounce of passion inside of her.

  Shit. Shit. I’m so hard.

  Shit, shit, her hand is on my cock.

  Normally, I would pull her hand away. Normally, I would admonish her for not following directions, but I like her sense of adventure. It’s Katie. I want to go easy on the orders tonight.

  It’s Katie.

  I don’t know what that means anymore. Just that she’s ruining me as much as I’m getting ready to ruin her.

  As we kiss, my hand dipping into her bra to indulge in those soft nipples, her fingers pull down my zipper and dance on the head of my cock. I groan against her tongue, and the next thing I know, she’s got her hand wrapped firmly around me.

  “You don’t get to play with that and not do what I want,” I growl, holding back orgasm.

  “And what do you want, sir?”

  She knows. She knows. “I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.”

  I can feel that smile as she continues to kiss me. Insubordinate. I have to remind myself that she’s no normal sub tonight. I have to go easy.

  “Thought you would never ask.”

  Katie kisses my throat, the buttons on my shirt, and then my belt buckle as she slips onto the floor and in front of my legs. Her blond bun entices me to the point I grab it, filling my hand with thick hair as she completely pulls away the opening of my pants, my cock sticking straight up between us.

  I’ve been waiting for this for weeks now. Not only is she finally doing it, but I ordered her to do it.

  It makes it hotter.

  “Like this?’ she asks, grabbing my base and licking the underside of my cock. Her blue eyes consider me coyly, and I wonder who this is – Kathryn, or Stephanie May? “Anything you want in particular?”

  Yes. I want you to swallow me whole, Katie. Why aren’t you doing that? “Tonight, I’ll let you call that shot. I’m going easy on you.”

  Her smile briefly fades, but is replaced when she sees my precum glistening on the head of my cock. “Whatever you say.”

  There was never any doubt that she was good at this. She’s a Domme, and Dommes use a lot of oral sex as rewards and punishment. They have to be good cock and clit suckers if they’re going to get subs lining up for their domination.

  Katie isn’t just good.

  She’s fan-fucking-tastic.

  If my size intimidates her, I never feel it. Her lips and tongue slide so effortlessly over me that I feel like I’m slipping into a sweet state of unconsciousness. I want to lie back, close my eyes, and enjoy this until I come on that tongue and throat. But I can’t show her that side of me yet. When she looks up at me, with those big, blue eyes, her lips pulsing, her tongue licking, she needs to see my stoic face.

  Even though inside I am fucking dying.

  Oral with a woman who has a smaller mouth is beyond amazing. They can’t slowly expand and open up to take you, like an aroused slit does. It’s a different kind of pleasure. A woman working her mouth open to take you. Relaxing her gag to swallow you without choking. Maneuvering cunning tongues so you’re always on the brink of orgasm. And that look Katie gives me. She can feel how much I love this, even if she can’t see it in my poker face. She can feel it in the way my cock trembles in her mouth, in the way I squeeze her bun, in the way my heat expands through her body. Whether she’s jerking my shaft and sucking nothing but my tip, or swallowing me whole so my cock is surrounded by tight, warm heat… she knows this is an instance where a sub has total control.

  I am losing control.

  All right, Ian, it’s decision time. We’re almost to the point of no return. Another minute of this, and you’ll be shooting your seed somewhere. Either in her mouth or…

  I could spend it on her breasts. The ones poking out of that pushup bra and tantalizing my eyes. Or I could spray her pretty hair… but I would like to keep grabbing it.

  I’ll grab it now.

  “Mmf!” I’ve never felt a gag relax so quickly. For a moment even I panick that I choked her too hard, that I’d have to pull out and watch her fight to catch her breath as she smacks me for that and I lose her all night, forever. But she’s quick to adapt. Katie takes a deep breath through her nostrils and resumes sucking me, squeezing my base, my balls, mimicking swallowing motions in her throat so I have a constant stream of ripples going over my cock.

  I can’t hold back. My thighs are burning, my sack full of my virility and getting ready to plant my seed somewhere in or on this woman.

  I change.

  This is the part where the brain says goodbye to all logic and reason. I’ve got Katie’s head in my hand, forcing her to eat my cock as I’ve always fantasized. Katie. Kathryn Alison.

  A fucking Domme.

  A Domme is on her knees, pleasuring my cock. Not just pleasuring it. Consuming it. Letting it make her mine. We’re animals now. Losing control. Our senses. If I don’t make my move right now and somehow claim her as mine mine mine my sub she will never respect me as her Dom.

  Not now.

  Not ever.

  We both know this. Her eyes flicker up and I see that look. The one that says she thinks she has the upper hand even though she’s on her knees choking on my fucking cock.

  She dares to still be in the headspace of a Domme?

  Kathryn Alison needs to be taught a lesson. I’ve gone easy on her. Now she’ll know who I fucking am.

  “Off!” I push her away, watching her fall back on her ass, hands reaching behind her to catch her body. I stand, grasping my cock and jerking it as I loom over her, those pretty, big eyes widening in wonder.

  In horror.

  Just as a whisper of a word hits her lips, so does the first spurt of my seed.

  Groaning, I force my eyes to stay open, for my demeanor to remain unchanged as I unload my cock on her face. Hot streams of liquid white hit her nose, spread across her lips, and run down cheeks, pooling in the space between bottom lip and chin. One, two, three. Three strong spurts, and she sits there and takes it.

  She knows her place now.

  One more trickles out of me, enough force projecting it onto her breasts. Then another. Fuck, it feels so devilishly good. Not only the physical power of my cock releasing in climax, but seeing this carefully constructed Domme lose all sense of self-respect in front of me.

  I see the look in her eyes. She’s both turned on and absolutely petri
fied.

  She trembles all over, my seed still streaming down her face as my cock softens in my hands. I catch my breath and kneel. Holy shit, I can smell myself on her skin.

  “That’s just the beginning, my dear. You don’t get to play your Domme power games with me. I’m in charge. I tell you what to do, what to feel, and when to fucking come.” It’s dripping off her nose, spilling onto her chest – her panting chest, because she’s this close to screaming at the top of her lungs.

  No man has ever come on her face before. I may have crossed a line. I don’t care.

  “I’m going to break you, Katie. By the end of tonight, you will know what it means to submit… because that wasn’t it.”

  I wait for her to speak. Her lips are shaking, my cum slipping into her mouth, but she seems completely oblivious. She’s not drunk on arousal. She’s retreating into herself, reevaluating who she is and what she wants from me.

  She could leave.

  But she doesn’t

  She looks up at me, defiant, stubborn, my seed all over her face but without a fucking care for it.

  It’s like she doesn’t even acknowledge it’s there.

  “Fuck you,” she sneers. “Fuck you, and bite me.”

  I smile.

  Chapter 25

  KATHRYN

  I’m screaming in Ian Mathers’s bathroom.

  Literally screaming.

  All right, so I’m muffling said screaming with a plush towel that I initially used to wipe off my face after washing it so thoroughly I think I scalded my skin. I’m still finding fucking sperm on my fucking coat and in my bangs.

  I can’t believe he did that.

  I can’t believe I sat there and took it.

  Weren’t we having a good time? I was into it. My mouth barely fit around that cock, but by the powers that be I made it work, even after he started choking me like the alpha male he thinks he is. I’m not shy about sucking cock. I’m not shy about taking a load in my mouth. I would’ve been more than fine sucking every drop from him and feeling it wash down my throat.

  So why did he have to go and do that?

  The look in his eyes when he came on me… not just on me, but on my face… that was the look of a Dom who didn’t give a shit. Who thought I really was his possession.

  Ian has been in this game longer than I have. He knows what it means to come on a Domme’s face without her ordering it. I told you, my two no-nos are my face and my pussy. I don’t let any man come anywhere near those two places without a condom. Now I feel like I’ve been…

  I feel like I’ve been violated.

  My screaming only stops because I run out of strength. I lower the towel, looking at my smeared makeup in the mirror, wondering what it is Ian sees when he glances at me. A woman to be tamed? A woman who needs to be taught a lesson?

  I trusted him. I trusted him to go easy on me. And he called that going easy?

  The man came on my face!

  In my anger, I swipe the hand soap and a box of tissues off the sink. They clatter on the floor, making a mess. I don’t care. I want him to know how displeased I am, because he’s clearly not listening to me.

  Angry. Betrayed. Frustrated.

  What was supposed to be a night of experimentation has turned into my nightmares.

  Men don’t get to do this to me. They don’t get to boss me around and do whatever the fuck they want to my mind, my body. They do that everywhere else. Why do they get to do that to me in the bedroom? I want men to grovel at my feet. To kiss my hand and call me Mistress.

  I don’t want what Ian Mathers offers right now.

  Before I can go out there and give him a piece of my mind, however, I have one last thing I have to confront.

  The fact that deep, deep down… in the pit of my stomach… my loins…

  I’m turned on.

  That’s why I couldn’t stop it. Why I didn’t move, even though I had total and complete freedom to while he jerked himself off. I could’ve moved. I could’ve said no… but I didn’t.

  Why?

  Because I’m turned on?

  There are tears in my eyes, giving me another reason to pat the bathroom towel against my face. Not merely giving him head. Not merely the way he says “Katie” and gets my panties hot with that growling voice of his when he’s aroused. Not even merely the way he grabs my hips and gets me ready to take his cock in any hole.

  It was the way he looked at me. Towering over me, his resolve weakening as his hand furiously jerked his cock until he spent himself all over me.

  The anticipation.

  The heat of his seed hitting my skin, marking me, dripping down my skin and into recesses he had yet to touch tonight.

  I’m scared because I liked it. Because the reason I didn’t move when I realized what he was doing… was because I wanted it.

  Don’t ask me what took over my brain. When I was sucking his cock, all I thought about was how good it would feel in me. How his thighs tensed up, grew hotter, and how good his cock and precum tasted. That was a legitimate turn on. Even if he came inside my mouth, I didn’t care. I could get him hard again to take my pussy. Maybe he would reciprocate again with that masterful tongue of his.

  That isn’t what happened. Instead, Ian pushed me off him, stood above me, and covered me with his cum.

  Just thinking about it now…

  No. Please don’t, body.

  I sink to the floor, towel still wrapped around my face. My nipples are hard, my thighs are wet, and that uncontrollable part of my lust is begging to relive it.

  I don’t know who she is!

  How long do I stay in here? I have no idea. I’m holding myself to the side of the claw foot bathtub, my tears done, but my body shaking with arousal.

  Hey, Kathryn… I hear that foreign part of my subconscious. It’s not so bad, darlin’. The man knows what he’s doing. He’ll make you feel so good.

  Don’t listen to her, Kathryn. Remember who you are! A badass Domme who cracks a mean whip and knows how to edge a guy until he’s begging to come from your hand or mouth.

  Give in, slut.

  I get up and look at myself in the mirror. My makeup is still smudged, but otherwise I look like the woman who showed up a half hour ago.

  How things change in a half hour.

  To his credit, Ian hasn’t bothered me since telling me to go to the guest bathroom to clean up. He knows what he’s done. He knows why I’m in here screaming.

  Which means I can’t forgive him.

  I should leave. Without a word. Just grab my bag and leave, vowing to make his life hell for his betrayal.

  Instead I slowly open the bathroom door, peering through the crack and looking for Ian. I don’t see him.

  My bag is on the couch. I go there, calculating whether I should take a cab home or walk off my anger.

  “Katie.”

  His arms are around me, his mouth on my shoulder and his scent so overwhelming that for a moment I forget what he’s done. Then he squeezes my breast, his other hand moving toward my groin. I don’t want him feeling how turned on I am.

  Too late.

  “Stop.” I put my hands on his, and gradually, we stop rocking. “I need to go.”

  “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  I don’t say it with enough conviction. Somehow this man has worn me down to a whispering woman.

  “Did I frighten you? I’m sorry.”

  “See? You do know.”

  “I had to put you in your place, Kathryn.” His hands roam up my body, stroking my nipple, massaging my neck. “You were looking at me like a Domme sucking off her sub. I am not your sub. You’re the sub tonight. Besides…” He feels my thigh, chuckling at how hot it is. Damn him. Damn him! “I know you were scared, but you weren’t scared of me. You were scared of liking it. That happens to a lot of women.”

  He’s talking to me as if I don’t know. I’m not a treasure to be codd
led. I’m not a wide-eye sub finally finding out why she likes having her ass tapped. I’m a grown woman who has been in the BDSM scene for years. I just don’t… do this…

  I don’t submit. It was stupid to have come here.

  “I won’t promise to go easier on you. That would defeat the purpose.” His grip on me relaxes, but I still don’t feel at ease. If anything, I want him to hold me tighter. Go ahead. Squeeze me to death and put me out of this internal-turmoil-misery.

  He doesn’t.

  “There’s nothing wrong with the way you feel, Katie.” Ian’s voice is so gentle that I almost fall for it. “You’re still a strong woman. It’s strong women who know and understand what they want. You came to me. If you leave now, you’ll never indulge in this side of yourself again. You’ll be too scared to, with me, with any Dom. I might make you uncomfortable sometimes. That’s good. Your boundaries are being pushed. But I promise to do it safely.” Ian cups his hand beneath my chin and turns my head around, his lips nearly on mine. “I won’t hurt you. I’m making love to you. I’m pleasuring you.”

  I suck on my lip, holding in what can only be described as a pathetic mewl. God, I’m pathetic. Especially for this man.

  “Nothing will be done to you that you don’t want. I’m learning about you and what you like as a sub. If I don’t think you’re getting off on something, I’ll stop unless you tell me otherwise. I want you to feel good, even if there’s pain. But…” He steps back, turns me around, hands clamped on my arms as he makes me look at him. Ian’s hazel eyes are practically wild. “You have to listen to me. If you don’t, it could get bad for you. I need you to trust me. If you trust me with your mind and body, then I’ll trust you to tell me when you need to stop.”

  These words sound good. Comforting. The little part inside of me that wants to keep going clings to Ian, and I realize it’s not him that I’m afraid of…

  It’s her.

  The submissive side of me.

  The side I’ve never indulged in because of fear.

  I’ll never have a better chance to get to know her than now. Ian is patient. He knows how to be safe. Furthermore, he knows what he’s doing, and he’s already familiar with my body and its sexual responses. I couldn’t ask for a better chance.