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

by Cynthia Dane

He’s right. It feels so good. Physically, mentally… emotionally.

  “Shit.” Slowly, Ian pulls out, lowering the leg he was holding up and making sure my blouse is straightened out. I remain bent over, reveling in my good feelings and the sensation of him still inside me. Who knew that two months ago this would be one of my favorite parts of lovemaking? “I think we both needed that.”

  Sure. I didn’t know until now, but sure, Ian.

  He zips himself up and helps me pull down my skirt. I’m under no delusion that wearing pants is a good idea this week. It may be cold outside, but I’m happy to wear my limited selection of skirts if it means easy access for my Dom. Sheesh, what’s gotten into me? I’m really in the sub’s mindset this week. I don’t know if that pleases me or makes me worry even more.

  Who the fuck am I?

  Ahaha. I don’t care.

  There’s a bathroom across the hall. Naturally, I make a beeline for it before we leave for lunch, because, uh, yeah.

  “Katie.” Ian puts his hand around my wrist, stopping me in the middle of the hall. “No.”

  Is he kidding? My panties are filling with his seed as we speak. I packed a spare in my bag for this reason, but…

  “I want to make sure you know that you’re mine, lovely.” Ian stands before me, cupping my face in his hands and looking at me with languid hazel eyes. I’d be comforted… if we were home. Instead, we’re in an office building, dressed to go out for lunch and then take a tour of The Grand. “I want you to be aware of it for every moment until I tell you that you can clean up. Besides…” He pulls me into his embrace, grabbing my ass and licking my throat. “You’re not leaving this building unless you know who you are to me.”

  He’s kidding, right? Not exactly the healthiest thing in the universe.

  Damn if it’s not hot.

  “I want you to see how far you’ve come since our first night at my place,” he whispers into my ear. “And I want to know that anyone sniffing around you would be in for a rude surprise should they get their hands on you.”

  We both know that would never happen. But in fantasy land, where we’re still trapped, it’s a possibility that some other hot man would come along and sweep me off my feet, making off with me caveman style and trying to fuck me in some restaurant bathroom. Oh, yeah, baby. Then he would rip apart my underwear to find out, uh oh, already spoken for!

  Oh God, I’m laughing. That is not the response Ian wanted.

  “Let’s go get lunch.”

  I at least convince him to let me wash my hands. And him as well, because you know, rubbing a woman’s clit before eating lunch isn’t the most hygienic thing.

  Then again, neither is what’s going on between my legs.

  Lunch is down the street, at a cozy – but expensive – restaurant that gets a lot of traffic at this time of day. I walk awkwardly, panicking as I feel things move and my own propriety tested. Of course, nobody around us knows what’s happened, what’s going on between my legs. Only Ian knows. Which makes him so arrogant as he curls his hand around my waist as he informs me that he will be paying for lunch.

  I could say something. If I weren’t wearing this collar, I would dither between insulting him or rolling my eyes. One nice thing about the collar is that I don’t have to think about anything unless I really want to.

  We sit next to each other at a curved table. Ian orders for me, which unnerves me at first, except he ordered something I would more than likely pick for myself anyway. I don’t say no to a glass of Chardonnay. I need it.

  “So how is it?” he asks me over the rim of his glass.

  “How’s what?”

  I’m cleaning out my purse while we wait for lunch. One of those things I do when I need to kill some time, because as you ladies know, if you don’t stay on top of that shit mushrooms will start growing and you’ll never realize when you’re down a tampon at the most pivotal moment. Or both. Yuck.

  Ian watches with mild interest. I pluck receipts from my wallet and bunch them up into a pile to be thrown out later.

  “Anything. How’s anything?”

  I glance at him, at that smug look on his face. I know what he means. “Squishy.”

  That took care of that smugness right quick.

  “You have such a way with words.” His chin rests on my shoulder, breath hot in my ear, not that I need the stimulation. When his hand curls against my thigh, however, I sigh. “No wonder you’re an accomplished grant writer. Maybe you should write a grant for the hotel.”

  Before I can say anything, I’m cut off by an all-too-familiar voice.

  “Ha! Finally caught you two in the act.”

  Both Ian and I frown. Eva Warren, on the other hand, is grinning like she discovered the secret of all moon landing conspiracies.

  My frown is embarrassment. Eva knows that I’m seeing Ian, but she has no idea about the BDSM aspect. Why would she? Ian and I are supposed to be Doms. No way he would submit to me, so why would I submit to him?

  Ian is frowning because Eva loves making his life hell.

  “Yes, you caught us.” Ian takes his hand off me and holds both in the air, as if Eva were holding a gun. “”Two consenting adults having lunch together.”

  Eva looks at me, the woman with this asshole’s seed still swimming around down there. Fuuuuck me.

  “Haven’t heard from you in a while, dearest Kathryn. This man taking up all your time?”

  “Hardly.” I clear my throat. “I mean, you’ve been busy with school.”

  “Uh huh. I’ve got another break right now, though, so I’m meeting some schoolmates here for lunch soon. Ah, but when I saw you two, I had to come by and say hello.” Eva sends a killer wink in Ian’s direction. “Treat her well, Mathers. Keep in mind that I’m the one she comes crying to when things go to shit.”

  I expect her to walk off, but she continues to stand there, her eyes going from purely mischievous to… calculating. Never let it be said that Eva Warren can’t read bullshit from half a mile away. It’s what will make her a formidable businesswoman once she starts that path in life.

  For now, it makes her an insufferable friend, because I can practically see her sniffing out Ian’s scent all over me. In me.

  Fuuuuck.

  “Well, I best be going. Too-da-loo.”

  She disappears around a corner, and Ian puts his hand back on me as if that’s over with.

  I know better.

  My phone buzzes in my purse. Ian gestures for me to answer it, and I do, staring down at Eva’s message before our food arrives.

  “So, how long you been letting this assbutt dominate you, sweetie?”

  I put my phone away without responding. Ian senses my tension and whispers something that both relieves and ignites me.

  “Don’t worry, Katie. I’ll make you forget everything tonight.”

  Oh, boy.

  Chapter 10

  KATHRYN

  I haven’t been out of Ian’s shower for five minutes before he appears in the bathroom door and hooks his finger in my direction.

  Even though I’ve got a toothbrush sticking out of my mouth, I go to him, because what else am I going to do with this collar around my throat?

  “Have I displeased you, sir?” I flutter my eyelashes for the fun of it.

  I can’t tell if he’s amused or not. “Hardly. I’ve been quite pleased with you all day.”

  My hand goes to his shoulder, touching him through the cotton of his fine T-shirt. We both dressed down when we got back to his condo, but aside from him telling me to clean myself up, he hasn’t asked anything else of me since we left work. Tomorrow is the last day of my supposed training. I would think he’d want something more than a fuck in the closet.

  Plus, there’s that promise he made me earlier.

  I still haven’t responded to Eva. She also hasn’t pestered me any further. Which means she wasn’t teasing. She was being 100% serious when she deduced that Ian and I ar
e in a BDSM relationship, with me relenting my usual control.

  I don’t want – or need – to know what she really thinks of that. I guess the door has been left open for discussion should I choose to deal with it.

  “Well, I aim to please.” My hand lingers on his arm, feeling his firm muscles and wondering how much I want him to lie on top of me. Even if we don’t have sex, it might be nice to make out until the sun comes up again. “Thank goodness you’re an easy man to please.”

  “I am, aren’t I?” Ian takes my hair out of its twist, held up for my shower so I could keep it dry. “There’s something to be said for being easily pleased. Namely, I am rarely disappointed by the good things in life.”

  A smile strikes my face. “And I am one of those good things, huh?”

  “Of course. And I want to do some good things to you.”

  He takes me by the hand and leads me into his room, covering my skin in kisses and touching the nape of my neck with his nose. I feel like a silly girl who has been selected by the captain of the high school football team for the most romantic night of her life. When I remember that Ian was once captain of the futbol team instead, I almost laugh.

  Then I remember that was one of the reasons that high school me did want to hook up with him. Find out if all the stories were true, and whatnot.

  Boy, were they. Too bad I had to wait a dozen years to find out the whole of it.

  “Sit down.”

  He’s left me by the bed. I sit, dressed in my nightgown for the evening, and now fully expecting him to rip it off me at any moment. He doesn’t. Instead, Ian gently pushes me down, one hand on my breast while his words take over my ear.

  “Are you ready to feel something you’ve never felt before?”

  I dunno, Ian, am I? Because I have no idea what that even means.

  I’m sure I’m about to find out.

  “Relax.” As if I’m not already? “Tonight, you may be a sweet princess…” Ian’s hand wraps loosely around my neck, making my breath catch within my throat. “But I’m your Master.”

  Oh, shit.

  We’ve reached that point.

  For weeks now I’ve been anticipating it, both with dread and curiosity. The day Ian wants me to call him Master.

  Here we fucking go.

  “Yes, Master,” I mutter. It’s such a weird word to say. The first time I’ve said it. Sir… I’ve said that to men all my life, as a way to be polite, not so much to act subservient. It wasn’t a huge stretch to call Ian that when the collar was on.

  It’s been on for hours. Approaching days.

  Lord help me.

  “Good. I’m glad you understand. Don’t worry, I’m a pretty benevolent Master. I only care about your pleasure and safety. And mine too, of course.”

  He caresses my ass beneath my nightgown, easing my legs open until he’s looking right at the slit I thoroughly washed in the shower. What, back for more so soon? Ian is turning into the sort of Dom who can’t stand to see his sub unmarked. I mean, that can be pretty hot, but I have my limits as a human being.

  Fingers work their way around my folds, within them, stroking me gently until I collapse with a sigh and start to get wet again. Because I haven’t been wet enough this week.

  This man is going to fuck me. Might as well be prepared.

  “Do you like being a dirty girl, Kathryn?” I’m turned on my side, Ian on top of me, fingering me, inhaling me as he starts to grind against me. “Because I think you do. I think these past few weeks have been a revelation for you.”

  Well, he ain’t wrong.

  “That’s all right. I like a woman who knows how to be dirty – and enjoys it.” His fingers are in deep, working slowly, helping me get wetter with every movement. “Those aren’t just my favorite types of subs, but my favorite women to be with in general. Even when you’re not wearing your collar, Katie, I enjoy how much you revel in being dirty. I don’t even care if I’m not the only man who’s seen you this way. You’re the type of woman to be empowered by many people taking pleasure in you.”

  All right, buddy, watch it.

  I’m nearly putty, though, when he puts his tongue in my ear. Echoes of his breath fill my head, consume me, making me his all over again. I can’t believe this is how easily I succumb to a man like Ian Mathers. If only I had more will power…

  Who am I kidding? I want this. I always want this.

  “Well? Do you enjoy it, Katie?”

  “Yes, Master,” I whimper. He’s so strong on top of me. It doesn’t take much manipulation to get me ready and open to him. I may not be wet enough to take whatever he’s offering at the moment, but hey, give me five more minutes. And cut me some slack. I just got out of the shower.

  A shower that could never be as exhilarating as this.

  “Do you mean that? You’re not saying that to please me, are you? You won’t be punished if you disagree.”

  The words fall from my lips before I can think them through. “I love being dirty for you, Master.”

  It’s disconcerting how easy it is for me to say these things when he gets me like this. Granted, I’ve become a lot more comfortable with it over the past few weeks, but when I stop and think about it, everything is overwhelming.

  Everything.

  “Do you want me to have every part of you?”

  He sounds so far away, even though he’s right here, breathing into my ear and threatening to take me to new heights – whatever that means. “Yes,” I mutter, waiting for him to explain what’s going on.

  I know I can lie here and take whatever comes, but the tone of his voice tells me it may be best to experience it without words.

  He kisses a trail of adoration down my back, stopping at the top of my ass solely to remove my shorts and place his lips against my skin.

  I grasp the bed within my hands, moaning as his tongue slips into my opening.

  Which one?

  Both of them.

  It’s not the first time. The first time he played with my ass, I thought I was going to say my safe word. By that point I had learned to trust him. Once I was able to relax, I realized… well, a tongue, a finger, and even a tiny toy didn’t feel so bad. In fact, it felt pretty good.

  Now I press my face against Ian’s bed, thinking that this was one of the reasons I took a shower.

  I stop thinking that as a mild orgasm takes me over. Not enough to send me to the moon, but enough to purge my brain and make me feel connected to my generous Dom.

  Oh, and enough to make me wet.

  “Keep looking forward.” Ian kneels between my legs. Clothes move against his skin. Since I can’t look back, I can’t see his body emerge from his clothes – only hear him move and feel him settle against my thighs.

  He’s hard.

  Although I’m not surprised when he eases into me, I still gasp, Ian Mathers once more making sure the world – and I – know to whom I belong.

  A girl could get used to having her man do whatever he wants to her. A woman could start liking a Dom taking her over, making her call him Master, and using her whenever he likes. A sub, meanwhile, would revel in the constant passion and adoration her one and only delivers.

  “You’re so tight tonight,” he mutters, urging me open, insisting that I take all of him. Not hard to do. “Would’ve thought I spread you open pretty well earlier.”

  “Uh huh…” Excuse me. I’m a bit preoccupied.

  I expect him to go faster. Harder. Grunt into my ear until he comes, with or without me. I don’t mind feeling possessed like that. We’ve had sex so much this week that it doesn’t even matter anymore. Go ahead, Ian, make sure I know my place in your bed.

  I’m both frustrated and bemused when he pulls out at the cusp of my orgasm. Powerful lips crash against my neck, my shoulder. Ian’s erection rests on top of my ass, and the only thing keeping me from grinding back against him is this collar I’ve fully accepted as being the only thing that matters in
this world.

  “Please, Master,” I whimper. “Let me finish.”

  Foolish Kathryn. You thought that was going to work?

  “You’ll finish.” Ian leans back and pulls my ass into the air, my head still resting against the bed. “Under my conditions.”

  Oh, of course.

  I’m left staring at the bedspread as he hops off and rummages through his drawer of goodies. I know what to expect now. With my ass up in the air like this? Only a matter of time before he brings back that little vibrating egg and shoots me to the stratosphere.

  Sure enough, something cold and wet slips between my lower cheeks. I bite my bottom lip and keep my eyes closed. Better to appreciate the sensations that way…

  Holy shit, that’s not a toy!

  That’s his fucking cock!

  “Ian.” I sound like an admonishing teacher. Well, to be fair, that’s one of my identities I moonlight as, depending on the sub… “Something you want to share, sir?”

  He puts his hand on my head and pushes it back into the bed. “Yeah. My cock.”

  You know, back when we started these shenanigans, one of the first things I stipulated was no anal. I went along with the toys because they were little and felt good in moderation. Need I really say that Ian’s cock is substantially bigger than one of those little vibrating eggs? His tip alone feels like it’s going to split me in two!

  “Excuse me, Master.” He’s sitting at the edge of my body, ready to force himself in so help him God. “I don’t recall saying you could…”

  Ian’s hand silences me once again. “If you want me to stop, say your safe word.” He lowers his hand.

  The word Red is on the tip of my tongue. I could say it. Right now. Let it fly as I tell him off for daring to knock on my back door like he’s going to get free admittance. The man must be nuts. Had he planned this all day?

  I want to say the word, but every time I try to spit it out, all I can really say is, “Pink.”

  The head of his cock pushes farther into me. Not far enough, although my thighs are clenching and my muscles are striving to do anything but relax.

  “I figured as much,” he mutters into my ear. “Relax, my love. I’ll go slow and easy. I only want to make love to you.”