by Cynthia Dane
“That’s not a kiss, dears,” she says, taking Grace by the arm. “This is.”
My brows nearly shoot off my face as Lana plants a big one on the young woman’s lips. It’s apparently not a surprise to her, however, for she’s practically sinking into Lana’s embrace and acting like she’s never been kissed better in her life.
Lana is either that good, or she’s paying this girl enough money to act that way.
“I must concede that it’s quite the kiss,” Ian says, holding up his glass in mock toast. “I could never hope to lesbian kiss like that in my life.”
Everyone’s so tipsy – or acting tipsy to keep the party going – that we all laugh at the stupid joke. Of course, Ian, you silly! Of course you couldn’t lesbian kiss like that! ‘Cause you ain’t a woman!
I’m glad Eva isn’t here. She’d kill the mood really fast. Or upstage Lana Andrews. Probably by kissing her.
And then there would be an orgy!
I know I’m well passed tipsy with a thought like that. Even so, I snuggle against Ian’s chest and throw a leg over his lap, the hem of my skirt riding up until my ass is practically hanging out on the couch. Nobody mentions it.
Have you ever been in a room with a bunch of rich perverts? Who are trying to out-pervert each other? It’s only a matter of time before we’re swapping kink stories with everyone, from that time I kept a guy on edge for a total of two hours to Lana claiming she’d been in a gangbang back in college.
“I can still remember,” she says with a slight slur, blouse unbuttoned and tits nearly falling out of her bra. “Two uncut cocks and three cut!”
“I’m forever sad that I was not there,” Ken says.
“You know…” Judith joins them on their couch, hand lightly touching Lana on the chest. “There are other ways to recreate a night like that.” She looks around the room, grinning. “I see two men in here as it is.”
Ian tenses beneath my touch. I can practically hear his internal screaming.
“Two men and four women.” The woman she’s leaving out must be Monica, who has remained quiet in her chair this whole time. “That’s six instead of five. You know we have ways to make it feel like it’s all men.” Judith looks at the whole group with a wink.
“I have a better idea,” Ian says low enough for only me to hear. “Let’s get some privacy.”
The man is speaking my language. I’ve spent the past fifteen minutes thinking of nothing but putting my hand on his cock and getting him so hard he has no choice but to pin me down on this couch until we’ve both come a hundred times. Except, you know, people.
“What would we do with privacy, Mr. Mathers?” My arms are not leaving this man’s torso. It’s taking everything I know to not kiss him again.
“Why, we would fuck, Ms. Alison.”
It’s at this time I must excuse myself to use the ladies’ room. I ask our dear hostess Monica where the privy can be found, and after she’s done pointing it out, Ian puts his hand on my wrist and brings me back in for more conspiracy.
“Pick one.” He gestures to the two freelancing women trying to get the Andrews to go with a fuckin’ gangbang. “We need to use one of their rooms, which means we need a key, which means I’ve gotta pay one of them for it. So, who do you want to get paid?”
I study Chelsea and Judith, two women with very different games. Judith has a dominant personality. She’s probably a Domme in her natural state. Then there’s Chelsea, who is more submissive but as plotting as she whispers so much shit into people’s ears that I don’t doubt she’s getting a ton of tips tonight.
It’s a hard choice. They’re both attractive. They’re both professionals. There is one glaring difference.
Ian has fucked one of them. Probably Topped her. Fairly recently.
I don’t think so.
“That one.” I nod toward Judith, currently shoving Grace out of the way and taking up room in Lana’s lap. “I like her personality and style. I bet her room is nice for fucking in.”
Ian squeezes my thigh and sucks gently on my throat. God. He better hurry up and get us that room, otherwise I’m dragging him to the bathroom to fuck me on the sink.
I might do that anyway.
“Go to the bathroom, lovely,” he purrs, gently shoving me off the couch. “Everything will be arranged by the time you get back. Shit works fast here.”
The gaze I catch from Monica is telling. She definitely agrees with Ian. Works fast, yup.
At the end of the day this place is a business. We understand businesses.
I go to the damned bathroom and do some different kinds of business. I’ve drank a bit tonight. I’m not drunk. Far from it. Yet my inhibitions are definitely on a different planet, and I stumble in my heels as I go from the sink to the bathroom door.
The lounge is empty by the time I get back. How the hell? I was gone for ten minutes, max, but the Andrews and their mistress – and Chelsea – are absent, leaving only Monica, Judith, and Ian sitting on a couch together. Something passes between Ian and Monica’s hands. Once I realize it’s a wad of cash, Monica pockets it in a slit in her dress. Judith does not look perturbed.
“Ms. Alison,” Monica says, passing me in the doorway. She’s so petite that I practically dwarf her in my heels. “Everything has been arranged. Have a good night.”
Well, that’s not ideal, her being open with her knowledge like that, but I’m not going to let it bother me. I join Ian and Judith, both of whom are silent until my arrival.
“Ian tells me you’re quite the woman, Ms. Alison.” Judith’s voice is a magical combination of smooth and feisty. Like a fluffy cat about to scratch or bite.
“Please, call me Kathryn.”
“Of course.” I’m flashed a sweet smile.
“Well?” I turn to Ian. “I was told everything has been arranged.”
His smile is not as sweet.
Ian’s hand clutches my waist as we leave the lounge, heading toward the grand staircase. A key dangles in his hand. All I can think about is claiming this bastard the moment we’re alone. I hope this Judith has a big bed for us to completely decimate.
“You’re very beautiful tonight.” I can smell more than whisky on Ian’s breath. Wine. A bit of vodka. Lust. “I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet.”
I may or may not squeeze his ass through his pants. “You don’t have to tell me. I see it in the way you look at me.”
“Oh? How do I look at you?”
He directs us down a hallway. “Like you want to put your mouth on every part of me.”
The key fits nicely into a nondescript door. Ian opens it, revealing a large chamber bedecked in amber-colored walls, a large canopy bed made of mahogany, and enough furniture to tie a person up on to satisfy anyone. Ian turns on the chandelier before lighting a few electric candles and then turning off the chandelier again .We’re left in the softest glow. A glow that incites him to draw me into his embrace and kiss me.
I’m so ready. I can feel his half-erection nudging my stomach, and every thought of fucking him, blowing him, and otherwise pleasuring this body – and mine – is all I can allow into my brain. I’ve been waiting all night to get this man alone.
“Looks like I arrived just in time.”
I jump out of Ian’s arms, turning to the door where a familiar face lurks.
“What’s she…” Ian’s lips are on my ear before I can finish my disturbing thought.
“I want to see you work, Katie.” Ian nips my skin, sending a rush of lust through my body as I look into Judith’s glowing face. “Go take her for me.”
“What!”
“I haven’t seen a real Domme in action in a long time. With another woman? It’s my lucky day.”
I look at him as if he’s nuts. He knows I’m not… right?
Judith approaches, lowering her arms and kicking off her heels so she’s shorter than me. “I don’t discriminate…” She smiles. “Mistress.”
I’ve missed it.
Chapter 19
IAN
Forever. That is how long I will remember the moment I told Kathryn Alison I wanted to watch her dominate someone.
Her face? Hilarious. Intriguing. Exquisite. It takes her a few seconds to realize what I’ve said. What I’ve implied. Behind her stands this pretty woman who looks a good mixture of saucy and willing to obey. Whatever makes her the most money.
Ah, Kathryn, you didn’t think the long game here. You thought we were coming here merely to have sex? Maybe play around with some toys? We could do that anywhere. This mansion is one of the only places to have a full, private experience.
Ever think I wanted to have that experience with you?
“Go on,” I say, taking a seat in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. From here, I have an excellent view of everything. The bed. The open area.
The women.
I don’t know what frame of mind Katie arrived in. Vanilla? Submissive? Either way, she was clearly not expecting to dominate anyone tonight. Let alone a woman.
It’s every man’s fantasy, isn’t it?
“Oh, absolutely,” Kathryn says, hands on hips. “I’m sure you’d love to see me have sex with another woman.”
“Who said anything about sex?” I ask Judith for a drink, and she responds with alacrity, going to a small wet bar in the other corner to pour me a scotch. “You don’t even have to touch her, darling.”
Judith brings me a glass, eyes downcast and smile on her face. If nothing else, she finds our lovers’ quarrel amusing.
Kathryn, on the other hand, is still staring me down as if I’ve betrayed her.
“Katie.” I extend my arm and take her by the fingers. Slowly I draw her toward me, keeping my visage soft. “We’re here to have some fun. I know how much you love to Domme.”
Her cheeks suck into her mouth. “I’ve never done that with a woman, though.” Her voice is low, and Judith does her best to not look like she’s listening.
But she is.
I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. These women are professionals, and from my short conversation with both Judith and Monica, I discovered that the former is the second-in-command to the latter around here. That means she’s second only to Monica Graham when it comes to reading people and deducing what makes them tick.
I can only imagine what she’s thinking about us.
“I’m sure you’d rather dominate me, Katie, but we work with what we’re given. Besides…” I rub her arm, hoping she feels some comfort from my presence. “I’ve always wanted to see you work up close like this. You don’t perform at The Dark Hour.”
She’s quick. “Neither do you.”
We enter an uncomfortable silence. A silence that isn’t broken until Judith sinks down to her knees and crawls the short distance to my side.
She’s gorgeous. Especially at this angle, where I can see straight down her generous cleavage and that round ass in the air. I can’t help but smile.
“My only wish is to serve,” she says sweetly. It’s rehearsed, the voice practiced, but she’s providing a fantasy and that’s all we need from her. “Male or female, it makes no difference. However…” Judith touches my pant leg. Instantly, Kathryn lowers her arms and widens her eyes. “If the Mistress is not up for the job, Master…”
Her hand curls around my thigh. She winks at me, and it’s not in flirtation.
It’s because she knows how Kathryn will react.
“Get away from him.” Kathryn is behind the third wheel, hand itching to clutch that long hair and give it a good yank. “Who the fuck gave you permission to touch him?”
Judith snatches her hand away from me. At least she was kind enough to give my cock a brief caress. “Please, Mistress, I meant no offense…”
“Get up!” Katie yanks on Judith, pulling her to her feet. “You don’t get to touch him, do you understand me?”
There’s a wild look in her eye. One I haven’t seen since the first time I Topped her. Now that it’s not used on me, it’s… well, it’s pretty hot.
What man doesn’t want to watch a Domme go at another woman?
Especially if it’s for his amusement?
“I understand, Mistress.” Judith attempts to hide her smile, but we can all see it. The thrill of a girl who is about to get what she deserves. I pegged Judith as more of a Top who will bottom for a dollar, but maybe she’s a switch after all. Or at least for the right people. Ah, what a nice ego stroke. “I will not touch him, but I do need someone to touch me.”
“I bet.” Kathryn towers over Judith, her wavy blond hair falling in currents over her sparkling dress. She’s a femme fatale in her heels and body-hugging dress, With her smoky and red makeup, and her jewelry that twinkles in this electric candlelight, I want to take her into my arms, to kiss that pulsing neck and feel her heat all over my body. Angry Kathryn is a fun one to fuck. Let me bend her over that large bed and have her while she screams the nastiest filth.
I drink some of my scotch before anyone sees my twisting lips.
“Tell her what she is, Kathryn,” I say with a little too much conviction.
She looks down at Judith, still kneeling on the floor with her hair scraping the carpet and her short dress bunching around her ass.
“I’d rather hear her say it.” Manicured nails graze Judith’s cheek as Kathryn tilts that head back and looks into large eyes. “A woman who takes money in exchange for pleasure. A woman who instantly goes for the man I came here with? The man I will have tonight? Not only is she brazen enough to defy my wishes, but she’s lowlier than what she actually is. Now say it. Say what you are.”
Judith looks between us, her mouth turning down but her eyes glistening in excitement. Good to know we can have some fun tonight.
“I’m nothing more than yours, Mistress.”
We’re silent. That’s not what Kathryn was looking for, and we all know it. I’m trying not to laugh at the insolence on her face.
“Mine, you say. When we all know you would rather have that cock over there. Well, do I have some news for you, my dear.” She bends down, pushing her mouth toward Judith’s ear. “No one’s getting that cock but me tonight.”
“Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.”
“Stand up. You need to be taught a lesson. Namely that you don’t flirt with another woman’s man.”
I’ve never seen this side of Kathryn before. Not like this. It’s everything I expected.
It’s hot. The way she’s acting possessive over me. Acting like she’ll kick this girl’s ass for even looking at me. You know, Judith’s plan all along. Flirt with me. Get punished.
She knew how to awaken the Domme in Kathryn. For that, she’ll be getting a generous tip. We’ll see what more she can earn tonight.
“What are these rags you’re wearing?” Kathryn pulls on the flimsy straps of Judith’s dress. The girls here are paid well enough to buy designer outfits, and even I recognize the make of this black dress. Yet if you believe Kathryn, Judith is dressed like a pauper. “Take it off.”
We wait while Judith unzips the back of her dress and lets it pool at her feet. She’s wearing lacy black underwear beneath. Probably a staple around here. For good reason. She’s stunning in it, her pale skin contrasting exquisitely with the dark bra and panties.
“Over here.”
Kathryn hauls our feminine sub to the end of the bed and leaves her standing there while searching for the drawer of goodies every one of these rooms has. You can’t see them right away, and in this room all the BDSM tools for the client are tucked in a black chest near the bed.
Straps. Handcuffs. Implements of mild torture. Enough balms and lotions to soothe any ragged ass.
Judith smiles at her treasure of goodies. I do love a switch at these places. Especially if that switch has a touchy personality but knows how to take a good spanking.
I don’t have much time to think about that, however. My scotch is half gone and the girl who would get me another one is being tied to a hook in her own ceiling.
Kathryn has to slip off her shoes and climb onto the bed to string up Judith. The black silk binds loop through an elastic hook and are tied snugly around each wrist. Black lace hugs the round flesh of Judith’s lovely ass. An ass I’m given a greater view of when Kathryn hops off the bed, rummages through the chest, and pulls out a spreader bar.
Those long legs part. I’m the most arrogant bastard in the world as I sip my scotch and watch a woman’s supple flesh jiggle with every slight twist of her hips.
It’s about to get better. Kathryn just pulled out a leather paddle.
A rush of blood consumes me. How can it not? I’ve never seen Kathryn like this before. I know this is how she naturally is, but I’ve spent so long now trying to deconstruct it so I can reconstruct her into a good sub that there’s never been a chance to see Kathryn Alison, Domme, in action.
She says she’s never Topped a woman before. You’d never guess from the way she teases the small of Judith’s back with the end of the paddle.
“I want to hear you admit it, pet,” Kathryn says with a sick snarl. “Admit that you were going to fuck what’s mine.”
“What’s mine.” She means me. A Domme’s jealousy… it’s both dangerous and hot.
“I was, Mistress,” Judith says, loud enough for me to hear on the other side of the room. “I was going to fuck him.”
Doesn’t matter if she actually was or not. The point is to make Judith admit she needs to be punished. Something all three of us want.
“Were you?” Kathryn caresses Judith’s face, pulling her long hair out of the way by casting it over a bare shoulder. “What were you going to do? Suck his cock? Swallow his cum? Climb in his lap and fuck him?” The paddle taps Judith’s ass. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her whole body deliciously shiver.
Hello there, me, you’re quite hard, aren’t you?
