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

by Cynthia Dane

  I think about asking her to prove it right now, but I would be overstepping my bounds. Hey, I’m learning!

  “So, I would ask you… how would you worship me?”

  I knew it. I knew that’s what she wanted. For me to make her feel like the Queen on the chessboard. Even a Pawn can kill her, you know, but only in certain ways. The Queen can annihilate the Pawn in almost any direction she pleases.

  “I’d kiss you all over… Mistress.” I suck my lips in, wetting them, imagining them on every soft spot of her body. “You deserve to feel like a queen. I’d bring you so much pleasure that you’d…”

  “Let me guess. Come really hard.”

  I clap my mouth shut.

  “That’s not enough. I need to feel like you live to worship me, Ian. I want you to use everything but your hands on me to make me feel like the woman of your dreams. You’ve been waiting and aching for what you see here forever. Make me believe it.”

  She reaches into my boxers and draws out my cock. Although I try to contain it, a groan still echoes in my throat. Yup. I’m hard.

  “We’re not even going to touch in a bit. But you’re going to make me feel like the fifteen million bucks you want from me.”

  Her hand strokes my cock for a few more seconds, forcing me to face my rigidity and hold back any impending orgasm. I bet she’d love that… if I came all over her front without permission. Maybe that’s what happened twelve years ago. I sensed the Domme in her and panicked.

  I’m not panicking.

  “Sit.” Kathryn pushes me down into the nearest empty chair, unrestrains me, and stands about ten feet away. Her legs open, her arms cross again, and her visage sets in a callous, stoic look that makes the tip of my cock wet.

  I’d love for her to look at me like that while I held her down and fucked her brains out.

  Alas, I am here in this chair, half naked and with my cock sticking up like the biggest pervert in the room. Kathryn, dressed in her pajamas though she is, will not relent her control to me tonight. Or at least not right now.

  “Touch yourself. For me.”

  Cute.

  It’s not often a Dom jacks off in front of a woman, let alone one he’s Topped more than once. That’s usually reserved for very specific types of D/s play. I mean, that is what’s happening right here, but not what I would normally have in mind.

  I’m doing this for her. To entertain her. To turn her on. Not for my own pleasure.

  I’m doing it to make her feel special and adored.

  My head enters that kind of space the moment I grip myself. Slowly, I stroke, pushing my shaft upward until I’m sticking straight up, giving Kathryn the view I know she wants. See what you do to me?” I would say, if I didn’t think it would piss her off. “I can’t keep my hand out of my pants around you. You’re so gorgeous and irresistible that, in lieu of putting my hands all over you, I’m gonna sit over here and come on myself.”

  As if she reads my mind, she says, “Don’t come. Manage to do that, and I’ll give you exactly what you’re thinking of right now.”

  Right now? What I’m thinking of? What’s that?

  Do tell, Kathryn.

  All right, we’ve reached a point where I’m not sure what I’m thinking. Because A) my cock is out 2) It’s hard 3) I’ve got my hand on it 4) I’m fucking masturbating and 5) Kathryn’s nipples are poking out of her shirt, and I can’t tell if I should stare at those or her beautiful face.

  She glances down with a sigh.

  “You know, Ian.” Speak to me, my Queen. I am your handsome Pawn. “I was doing a scene like this that fateful night at The Dark Hour. You know which one I’m talking about?”

  My hand stills around my cock. “I have a good guess.”

  “Indeed. I was with a very nice looking man that night. I don’t remember his name, but he was ripped. Abs so hard you could eat breakfast off them.” Kathryn turns on one bare foot, hiding a grin as she thinks of this mysterious stranger I’ve never met. “And let’s not forget how big his cock was. First thing I had him do in that room was get out his cock and start stroking it like you’re doing. I do love seeing a guy work himself. You can learn a lot. Particularly how that man likes having his manhood handled.”

  Does that mean she’s taking notes?

  Also, let’s take a look at this. Kathryn is telling me this story for a reason. Obviously, she would’ve thought of it anyway, but she didn’t have to tell me about this guy who’s more muscular and probably bigger in the pants than me. Not unless she had a specific purpose. And if it’s not to humiliate me, then it’s to tell me a message.

  As I grip myself harder, forcing my body to refrain from orgasming even though this gorgeous woman I love is standing before me, nipples hard from my performance, I realize she’s studying how I touch myself. So she can do what I like in the future.

  Touching.

  “Does this please you?” I ask, trying to keep my sarcasm to a minimum. I do want to please her. I want her to be so hungry for me and my body that she can’t help but come over and spread her legs across my lap and sink down onto what I offer my stunning goddess.

  I touch precum on the head of my cock. Great. This is going to get pretty difficult soon. A man can only squeeze himself so much until he inevitably bursts.

  But she said she would give me what I want. And I want her.

  “I’m pleased, Ian. You’re very handsome like that.”

  Stroke my ego while I stroke my cock, why don’t you?

  “Stop.”

  Oh, but I was getting to the good part – where I start going faster, touching myself below and imagining all the things I would like to do to Kathryn Alison. Things I’ve done before, and things I’ve yet to try.

  I would probably come. Not sure I care. She didn’t care that one time, as you may remember.

  The moment I stop, however, she steps forward, gripping either side of my armchair as she gives me a fantastic view of her breasts within her shirt.

  “You did well. Would you like your reward?”

  Do dogs want their treats? I’m a simple man, Katie. You know I want my fucking reward.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  She sinks to her knees, hands moving from chair to my legs. Kathryn rubs my stomach, my thighs, the sides of my ass before sticking out her tongue and tasting the precum dribbling from my tip.

  Her eyes do not leave mine.

  I nearly die from the shock hitting my system.

  Her breath, her lips are better than my hand could ever be. Damn straight this is a good reward. After that talk she gave me about what she likes about…

  Uh.

  Uh.

  This isn’t like any fucking blowjob she’s given me before.

  First of all, those teeth are damned dangerous. Pretty sure you’re not supposed to bite a man’s fucking cock… not that she’s doing that. And, sure, she’s grazed my dick with her teeth before, but this is a warning shot. She’s putting those incisors in my flesh enough to let me know that one wrong move and goodbye Ian Jr., purveyor of pussy and source of all future Mathers heirs.

  It’s hot.

  Holy fuck is it hot!

  My thighs shudder. Not in orgasm, but in absolute wonder that a woman could make me feel this way. I’m not quite claimed. Definitely held in place. Definitely under control, with no way to fight back or reclaim what is mine – like my dick.

  Teeth aren’t my only concern. Kathryn knows what she’s doing, and I trust her. However, she’s a little too good at what she does, because there’s her tongue, massaging my shaft and tasting my tip. Her throat working me whenever she lets my cock slip in deep enough. Oh, and those freezing cold blue eyes staring into mine, determined and bold.

  And so, so beautiful.

  I’m being blessed. This talented woman has chosen me to receive her erotic gift, and to push her away, to deny what she wants to give would be a terrible thing to do. I have to obey her. No, I need
to. I want to know in what other ways she loves and adores me.

  And how I can adore her in turn.

  There’s one problem. I’m human. I’m a man who has had a lot of time and practice holding back orgasm, but there reaches a point where I am gonna come. Kathryn is pushing me to that point, with her tongue swirling and her throat relaxing around every part of me. My hands squeeze the armrests. Strange sounds of frustration come from my throat. I’m trying damned hard to not blow my fucking load inside a Domme’s mouth. If our roles were switched, or if we were being vanilla? Fuck yeah I’d do it! I’d fuck her throat and spill everything I have all over that pretty pink tongue.

  No. I need to obey.

  Much to my chagrin, Kathryn eases off my rock-hard cock. It’s covered in her saliva, my precum, and the hot breaths and body heat of two people losing themselves to this damned moment. Cruel. Cruel.

  “My poor baby.” She turns her lips into a fake frown. Her fingers flick against my cock, teasing it. “You want to come, don’t you? You’re fighting back the urge to grab the back of my head and drive your cock down my throat and making me choke on your cum. How admirable of you to hold back.”

  Fuck you, Kathryn.

  “Why, if I do anything else to you, everything is going to spill out of there, isn’t it?”

  I don’t say anything. She fucking knows.

  “All right. I’ll take care of it.”

  Foolishly I believe that means she’s going to let me come. Haha. Nope.

  I’m a naïve man when it comes to submitting to a woman.

  She makes me get up and finish undressing as she goes into the bedroom. I’m not invited in there. Instead, she returns what feels like fifteen minutes later, when my cock has gone embarrassingly flaccid even after all of that. I have no idea why. Usually I can maintain an uncomfortable hard-on if necessary, but it’s like my body knows to defer to her wishes, and she wants me soft again.

  I need relief, and I needed it twenty minutes ago when she was all over my cock.

  “Sit down, Mathers.”

  I obey, but only because I once again foolishly believe she’s going to get me off.

  Hahahahaha!

  When I see the brand new cock ring in her hand, I know I’m fucking done.

  I’ve used cock rings before. They do an excellent job of keeping you hard even when you’re past the point of no return. And if you’re me, they’re your number one source of not coming too soon. Or ever, in this case.

  “Don’t give me that look,” Kathryn says playfully, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock as she slips the ring on. Oh God, oh fuck it all, that shit is tight. Slow the flow of blood, why don’t you? Not like it hurts down there or anything. That painful ache of desperately needing to empty. This isn’t blue balls. This is black and blue balls.

  Kathryn gives me a cursory lick before standing back up. She ties my hands behind my back again, and neither of us wants to laugh at my cock sticking painfully up with blue rubber circling the base. I’m trying not to think about it.

  Shiiiiit.

  “I know it hurts, baby.” That cooing both drives me up the wall and makes me want to do whatever the fuck she wants… especially if it means a happy ending for me. “You’re a good sport, though. So I’m going to give you the best thing possible.”

  I don’t expect anything now.

  “My pussy,” she whispers in my ear.

  For a split second I allow myself to believe I get to fuck her. Only a split second, however, because soon I’m on my knees on the carpet, watching Kathryn shake off her shorts and underwear. Both are kicked across the room, until I’m staring up at her beautiful slit now covered in the finest blond hairs.

  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Kathryn sinks into the chair I was in, spreading her legs wide open so I see nothing but what’s between them. She’s wet. Really, really wet.

  Did this do that to her?

  “Tell me it’s what you wanted. And mean it.”

  I mean, I’m looking right into your body, aren’t I, Kathryn? I’m always down for that. “There hasn’t been a moment where I haven’t wanted any part of you.”

  Her domineering smile falters for a moment.

  “Eat my pussy, Mathers.”

  How the fuck do I say no to that?

  Let’s get a grip. Whenever I’m between a woman’s spread legs, it’s because I’m spoiling her. This is true as a Dom and as… well, whatever this is. There are times I use it as a tool to bring her to the edge and then deny her orgasm, but usually, if I’m going down, my tongue dipping between folds and my nose inhaling the heady scent of a woman’s natural, sweet odor, it’s because she deserves to be spoiled.

  Even this woman, with her arms crossed on her chest and her face as sour as a lemon orchard, deserves to be spoiled in the most intimate way possible.

  Don’t get me wrong. I love doing it. With her. Kathryn’s scent and taste alone are enough to turn me into a slobbering mess of a man who gets lost in the world she creates, either as a Domme or a sub.

  My tongue moves between her folds, flicking against her clit, dipping into her entrance, and teasing her with the tongue fuck I know she wants. The last time I did this, she screamed for nearly five minutes. When her hand snatches in my hair and holds me on her pussy, I think, well, there are worse ways to die. Might as well drown down here with my hands tied behind my back.

  “Holy shit you’re hot.”

  Saying that makes her wetter. A new taste hits my tongue, and I’m transported to conversations I’ve had with other Doms over the years. Depending on the man, eating a woman out – let alone a woman who has submitted to you – is considered weak and debasing. Those men are shit, assuming they’re looking for excuses to avoid giving their subs pleasure like this. Except, they say, you’re not supposed to lower yourself in this way.

  I’m not lowering myself. I’m elevating her.

  Kathryn tastes like ambrosia, as befitting a goddess of her Olympian standing. The deeper my tongue goes inside her, fucking her as my nose rubs her clit, the more I realize this Domme only cares about her sub idolizing her until she’s become one with the universe, the stars and planets around her.

  I can do that for you, Kathryn. For you, that is the easiest thing in the world. I can’t imagine any woman more deserving than you.

  You.

  My Queen. My Goddess.

  The woman I would marry and spend the rest of eternity with, if given the chance.

  Can you feel it? Can you feel how eager I am as I lick, tickle, and fuck you? Do you like the way I sink my tongue so far in that you squirm enough to tell me that this is heaven to you? Do you like how the tip of my tongue comes out, covered in your wetness, and contours around your sweet clit? Your voice is firm, but your resolve is weakening. You want me to fuck you with my cock as much as I want to do it.

  Any apprehension I felt when I walked up here is gone now. I don’t care if she ties me up. I don’t care if she puts a cock ring around my base and says, “Toughen up, Buttercup…”

  I don’t even care if she pushes me onto the floor, crawling over my supine body, straddling my head, and sitting on my face until I can barely breathe.

  “You like eating my pussy, huh?” Kathryn laughs, too amused for her own good. Meanwhile, I’m down here unable to answer because her pussy is rubbing all over my mouth, my nose, my fucking forehead as she marks me all over. “Tell me how much you love me with that thick tongue of yours.”

  I mean, I thought that was a given.

  Nevertheless, I obey, not that I wouldn’t anyway. Yet I’m elated to drive my tongue inside her, taking my chances to breathe whenever she lifts her hips off my flesh. She’s fucking my face as much as I’m fucking her folds. And it’s killing us both.

  I want her. I want to feel her climax all over me, hear that beautiful voice scream, and taste her.

  Kathryn doesn’t say anything. She’s too lost in the mo
ment, driving her hips down on me, pulling my short hair, and bracing her feet against the carpet as she fills my mouth with her wetness. A lot of wetness. As she cries out, rhythmically taking me, I taste a wave of her sexual energy as it washes over my tongue and runs down the back of my throat. Is this what it feels like for her when I do the same in turn?

  “Shit.” She rolls off me. My face is hot with her. I’m hot with her. And let’s not forget the damned hard-on making my life hell if I think about it too much.

  I don’t want to think about it. I want to think about her body collapsing from orgasm, her chest heaving into the air with every languished breath.

  “Kathryn,” I say, then correct myself, “I mean, Mistress…”

  “What?”

  I brave pulling my hand out of my binds. I caress her stomach, pushing my fingers into her cleavage and reveling in the shape of her breasts. Those hard nipples are about to puncture holes through her T-shirt.

  “I love you.”

  She lets me touch her. For some reason, that makes me grateful. I don’t think I could bear her denying me the gift of reveling in her beautiful, glowing body. That would be true torture.

  Kathryn sits up, stroking my shoulder. “You must, if you’re lying naked on my floor with a cock ring and my cum all over your face.”

  “Oh, is that what happened?”

  I’m kissed, eased over, and straddled across the hips. Kathryn’s slick thighs rub against my skin, and I don’t think twice as my cock is guided into her.

  We both sigh in contentment. Yet mine is short lived, because Kathryn moves, swallowing me inside her, claiming my cock with her entire body.

  I don’t need to be told what to do. I don’t need Kathryn to command me, and I certainly don’t need to be talked to like a sub to satisfy this bucking woman.