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

by Cynthia Dane

  But I would never submit to her.

  Just the thought makes me nearly stumble in the street. Unfortunately, I am not a man who is happy submitting. I know many who are. No, I’ve never tried. I’ve never tried it because I don’t have any desire to. Not even for her.

  Don’t think I haven’t thought about it. Late at night, alone in my bed, trapped with my thoughts of work and love. I want Kathryn. I’ll do almost anything to keep her.

  Not that.

  Unfortunately, for the both of us.

  Work is also kicking my ass. Not that there’s no headway to account for. Quite the opposite. When I walk into the lobby of The Grand Hotel, I walk into a piece of history. For weeks on end, the construction crew has been working overtime to make sure our vision comes to fruition – and in record time. I barely have a moment to admire the work done overnight when the head of marketing comes rushing up to me and talks about the opening ball we’re throwing in – shit, a month. Is it really a month? I can’t believe it.

  This is fast even for us.

  One of the reasons my father wants us going above and beyond on this project is because we’ve sunk so much money into it. A lot more than we originally planned, thanks to the Andrews being greedy and knowing that they can get away with it. My father is determined to make our money back in record time. The only way we can do that is by opening a project like this before anyone has the chance to blink.

  Good thing everyone on the team is meticulous to a fault. The plans were already finished. The crews already picked out. Everything pre-paid so they could get underway. As excited as I am to be done with this project and move on to the next – we already have our eyes on an exclusive property upstate – there’s been a lot of hours going into it that leave me so stressed I nearly collapse in my shower.

  All work and no play. S’why I’m grateful to have Katie in my bed a night or two a week.

  We’re exclusive. I wonder how much she’s itching to dominate someone. We haven’t had that fun at the BDSM Château in weeks, and women aren’t her preference anyway.

  “Mr. Mathers,” my assistant Valerie says late in the morning. “Your father is here to take the tour. He’s brought… his friend.”

  I can tell by the look on her face that this “friend” is one of my least favorite people.

  Sure enough, Dad has brought his new squeeze Stephanie May. A woman almost forty years his junior. If that wasn’t shady enough, she’s technically my ex-lover. Even had sex with her one time at The Dark Hour. The night I realized how hot I have it for Katie.

  She’s a bit bitter about being called Kathryn during my climax, Stephanie May is.

  The two of them stroll through the front doors as if they’re honored guests and not the owner come to survey his kingdom with some arm candy. My father looks dapper, as usual, but Stephanie is sporting some new fancy threads that came straight from The Crimson Dove, the most upscale boutique in the city. No way could Stephanie afford those clothes outright. Of course, she’s been dating my dad a few weeks now, and I don’t doubt that he’s buying her these dresses. Like the orange and yellow ensemble she has on now, highlighting her strawberry blond hair and the angle of her nose.

  “Ian,” she greets with a purr, her arm wrapped solidly around my father’s arm. Hilariously enough, she’s almost taller than him. “You’re looking well today.”

  Ah, by the way, she still flirts with me. And has made it very, very clear that she’s still interested in more sex.

  You know, after she tried blackmailing me.

  “You look radiant as always, Stephanie.” I smile politely, for the sake of my father, who is so in love with my ex that I’ve almost stopped talking to him outside of work.

  The tour is mostly for my father’s sake, who only stops by about once a week to check the progress of the renovations. Nevertheless, I accompany them, winding through ball rooms, kitchens, staff rooms, and of course the bedrooms and suites on the upper floors. Back in its day, The Grand was one of the biggest hotels around, boasting over one-hundred rooms. Now it’s swamped by the high-rise hotels around, some of which my family owns.

  There’s nothing wrong with one-hundred rooms, suites included. We’re setting out to recreate a luxury hotel, and the best only have limited board available. A lot easier for a manager or two to keep track of everyone’s experience that way.

  We don’t go through every room, however. That would be ridiculous. Partially because every time we see a model room complete with bed and other furniture, Stephanie leans in and whispers something flirty into my father’s ear. Gag. Gag. I try to ignore it, but their laughter and shushing is about to drive me out the third-story window.

  “You should come have lunch with us, son,” my father says at the end of the tour. He’s in a good mood because he only found two minor things to criticize, and they’ll be fixed by tomorrow morning. Otherwise, everything is coming along without a hitch. “I know you don’t….”

  “Oh, Dominic, did you forget?” Stephanie pats his chest. “I have an appointment in an hour. I’m afraid I have to skip out on lunch.”

  “Appointment? I don’t remember this.”

  “It’s for work, dearest. Let’s rain check for dinner. I should be available around five.”

  Works for me. To the sounds of the foreman barking orders at his workers, I text Kathryn that we should meet for lunch if she’s in the neighborhood.

  “Can’t. I have a meeting in an hour.”

  Because I’m a fucking idiot, I think nothing of it.

  Chapter 2

  KATHRYN

  I haven’t been home two minutes before there’s a knock at my door.

  I know who it is.

  I don’t want to answer.

  Except I have to, because the last thing I need is one of my neighbors seeing Stephanie May out in my hallway, lollygagging about as if she’s the queen of the world.

  “Aw, what a precious little fluffer-nut!” She kneels in her orange stiletto heels, running her hand over my traitorous kitten Sinéad. I say traitorous because this cat will take affection from anyone, including Stephanie May, the asshole blackmailing me.

  She’s here to get her monthly check. A cool $50,000.

  That’s right. I’m paying this A-Lister Hollywood starlet $600,000 a year to keep quiet about not only my relationship to Ian, but the fact that I’m now submitting to him on a regular basis. That I like submitting to him. In the realm of the world, nobody would give a fuck that I’m with Ian like that. But I’m a Domme. A Domme with business connections to other Dommes. We can be… sensitive. It’s not unusual for Dommes to start switching or become a permanent switch, but such a debut must be done in a tasteful manner, otherwise people get the impression that all Dommes are only waiting for the right cock to dominate them.

  Ahaha. No.

  Also, I don’t want to hear about how I’m a billionaire and thus can afford paying Stephanie May off. One, it’s the principle of the thing. I should not have to do this, although for now I’m going with the cards I’m dealt. Second, do you know how hard it is to drop fifty-grand once a month without being questioned why? My accountant is already asking questions. I told him I was investing in something, which worked the first month, but now he’s seeing how fucking shady I’m acting and the questions are peppering my phone. I’m fucked.

  Right now I can’t think about that. I can only think about protecting my image and future business prospects with people in the kink scene.

  I shoo my cat into the other room and close the door behind her. I don’t want Stephanie lurking around here. She has this sinister perfume that makes me want to throw up. It smells like vinegar and that stuff they put in odorless gas to warn you that you’re about to die.

  “Here.” I hand her a check. Yeah, I’m working old school like that. I figure, hey, maybe she’ll lose the check and that will be on her. Not that she has yet. “Now be on your way.”

  She takes the
check and looks at it through big eyes that say nothing about her intelligence. Oh, but she’s shrewd. She was shrewd enough to show up here when I was sharing an intimate night with Ian. She’s got pictures of me done up like a sub. A fucked sub.

  I can’t risk it.

  And don’t tell Ian! He doesn’t know. I know. It’s bad news, but it is what it is.

  “I’m sorry things have to be like this, Kathryn. You seem like a nice lady. I saw all that good work you did for those communities.”

  I cross my arms and give her a sour look. What is her game? I don’t believe for a second that she’s actually complimenting me.

  “Why haven’t you left yet?”

  She cocks her head at me. Fuck, she’s a good actress. You know, I actually liked some of her movies before this whole debacle began. It was one thing when she was caught up between Ian and me. No hard feelings. Then she pulled this shit. Now it’s all hard feelings.

  “I like to think in another life we could have been friends.” Stephanie shrugs, check dangling from her hand.

  I narrow my eyes. “We would have never been friends.” What is this, high school? I know Stephanie is barely in her twenties and I’m not that much older, but she’s so fucking immature. “For one thing, I try not to be ‘friends’ with people who pull this petty shit.”

  “Petty? You think I’m petty?’ That chuckle could choke cats. “Is it petty to be pissed at a guy who leads you on with sweet promises and then pulls the embarrassing shit he does?”

  Wow, she really doesn’t know Ian. That was basically how we met.

  “Is it petty to follow greener, richer pastures like his father? Dominic is a sweet man who knows how to spoil a girl, if you know what I mean.”

  I don’t want to know what she means.

  “Hey, just think, Kathryn, I could maybe be your mother-in-law one day!”

  “Don’t even joke about that.”

  “In the meantime, I’ll make hay while the sun is shining. Don’t know what tomorrow will bring, and these checks you and Dominic cut me will go far in securing a nice nest egg for me. My mama taught me to be a frugal bitch, and that’s what I intend to be.”

  I raise my eyebrow at the designer clothing she’s wearing.

  “These were gifts.”

  “Uh huh.”

  The cat is clawing at the door I have her trapped behind. Pitiful meows erupt, and I take that as my cue to see Stephanie out. By the time I close the door, all I can think about is why I’m doing this to myself.

  Why am I paying off someone as trite as Stephanie May? Because I can’t afford her blabbing about my private life with Ian.

  Why do I have this private life with Ian? Because I’m falling for him, and submitting to him has been so liberating that I don’t want to let it go yet. Even the regular, vanilla sex we often have is exactly what I need. Because like I said, I’m falling for the bastard, and I think he’s falling for me.

  It’s a scary thing to think about.

  Over in this desk drawer I have a tiny notebook filled with random thoughts and notes about what I’m doing with my life. Not really a diary. Just scratches and streams of consciousness.

  One page is dedicated to my relationship with Ian. In one column, I list everything I’ve changed and compromised about myself, from the little things like spending most of our time at his place, to the big things like submitting.

  In another, I list what he’s compromised.

  There’s hardly anything. He’s certainly never submitted to me, even though I’m not sure I want him to. Then again, the fact that he’s never offered is a point of contention.

  Is all this worth it? How much farther can we take this? What will be the tipping point? Will I get tired of paying off Stephanie and waiting for Ian to do more for me? Will this all end because I’m tired of it?

  I can’t imagine being tired of it. Thinking about separating from Ian at this point leaves a hole filled with panic in my heart. Why would I do that? Why would I kick away the one thing bringing me the most comfort and happiness? When I woke up this morning in his bed, all I could think about was how content I was to roll in his scent, look at his belongings on the bathroom sink, and raid his fridge before taking a shower and showing myself out.

  Even his doorman knows my name now.

  Our parents want us to be together. How many people can say that?

  Maybe I’m overthinking this shit. Maybe it’s not so bad to be his girlfriend, his, I dunno, fiancée?

  Would Ian Mathers ever ask me to marry him?

  On the surface, it sounds wonderful. We’d make a powerful couple, especially if our families were officially joined like that. We clearly feel something good, and are independent enough to give each other space without compromising our relationship.

  There’s just the matter of what I need deep inside.

  It’s not enough to submit. I need to dominate as well.

  I write this down in my journal: “I will never be a sub. I can only hope to become a switch with Ian. Will he do that for me?”

  That’s an answer I can’t bring myself to contemplate.

  Chapter 3

  IAN

  There’s nothing better to do on a Friday night than sink cock deep into a woman.

  Especially after a week of nonstop meetings, dealing with ranting foremen, and the usual freakout of we’re never going to get this done on time.

  I was glad that Katie could come by after work. I was gladder when I whispered my plan into her ear and she nearly ripped her collar out of my nightstand drawer where I keep it.

  Tonight we’re trying one brand new thing. She’s gagged, a silk scarf stuffed in her mouth and tied around her face. If she really needs to, she can say her safe word and I’ll understand, but I assured her beforehand that no hardcore kink is happening tonight. My only wish was to strip her bare, bind her to my bed, and thrust into her until I completely forgot myself.

  At this point in our relationship, if I ask her to be nothing but a quiet doll, she’ll more than likely do that. With her collar twinkling in the light, I fuck her, every bit of her cunt warm and inviting – and wet, of course.

  Her body is beyond measure. I focus on that, at the way her legs are spread by the ties holding her ankles to the bed, her wrists overlapping above her head, blindfold and gag blocking out every sense but what she can feel and hear. As selfish as it sounds, I don’t want to hear her voice. I don’t want to deal with her demands and needs, as a woman or a sub. I’m thrashed. It’s a miracle I have enough energy to do this much.

  If she didn’t want this, she would say so. That’s enough for me to know so I can dive right in and lose the whole world around me.

  Kathryn’s body belongs to me. Her existence is all that matters. Our connection is beyond the universe – certainly beyond this bed. My phone is off and the door locked. I don’t care who tries to get in here, or what kind of emergency has befallen. I don’t care. I need to end my frustration, and the best way to do that is to fuck this irresistible body.

  Don’t think I’m totally selfish, though. I can tell, from the way her breaths shoot out of her nose, her whimpers eke from her gag, and her inner walls stroke my cock, that she’s having a wild time being my silent little sex doll.

  Good.

  Take me hard, and take me forever, Katie. I’m gonna stop at some point – I’m only human – but until then I only care about feeling my cock bury deep within this vessel and emptying it until all the pressure is gone from my weary body.

  Hey, never let it be said that I don’t know what I want.

  Kathryn’s breathing increases. She’s so wet that I almost slip out of her time and again, but I am a man with a mission, and that mission is soon coming to an end.

  I grab her hips, foisting her upon my cock as I bend down and bite the nearest nipple I can find. She squeals on her gag, her core clamping down on me as she starts to come. I didn’t tell her to hold back tonight.
I’d prefer if she waited for me, but I’m ready enough to finish that I’ll let her start the festivities.

  My thrusts are faster, harder, my cock flooding with my virility and insisting on taking this woman in ways she both knows and has never known. She opens, wide, and although she tightens around me, she’s relaxed and ready. At its most primitive, this is a female body anticipating my seed so we can perpetuate our glorious species.

  It’s not going to get that far. What is going to happen, however, is my climax currently tearing through my body and making me roar like the fucking alpha beast I am.

  In those few moments, I am able to appreciate a woman in her own moments of ecstasy. Kathryn shudders, both around me and beyond me, her breath stilling in her chest as she accepts my seed with spread legs and a warm core. I can only assume that being shoved in to my base is making her feel deliriously full, which does wonders for my ego in my moment of glory.

  Her breasts fit perfectly into my hands. Her inner walls massage me until I can’t give her any more. This moment almost feels like fate. Almost, because I don’t believe in fate.

  Even beneath the blindfold and gag, I think I love this woman.

  My orgasm allows me to return to my senses. No longer do I feel like a hungry wolf on the prowl for his next kill. I don’t feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t take out my frustrations on something. I’m here. I did it. In the healthiest way I can comprehend.

  Before fatigue can claim me, I untie my darling and remove the gag. Katie breathes deeply, sucking air into her lungs as if I had been drowning her. I leave the blindfold on a little longer. She knows better than to rip it off herself with the collar on.

  She looks good in this collar. I should have her wear it more often.

  “Well, that was good,” Kathryn says, stretching her arms above her head. She rolls toward me as I settle onto the bed, hand touching my chest and exploring what it can find with her blindfold on. “I’m assuming from the way you came that it was good for you too.”