Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (40 page)

“Sir” is the most powerful word I could possibly say. I’m deferring to Ian. I’m saying he’s above me. That he controls everything from here on out.

It’s hard to get off my tongue.

“That’s what you do to me.” His hand wraps around my wrist, holding it to his cock. “Every time I think about you, in any situation, I get hard and can barely redirect my thoughts.” Ian kisses my cheek, and although it feels gentle at first, there’s a bite to it that can’t go unnoticed. “You know what?”

He pauses. My breath is rough, but I manage to drag up a response. “What, sir?”

Now it’s his breath on my lips, hot and welcoming. I’m tempted to kiss him, but I refrain, because he hasn’t given me permission yet. I know this game. I must not overstep my bounds.

“You’re the only woman who does this to me. Has ever done this to me.”

Perhaps it’s the current state of my brain. Perhaps it’s the sheer amount of disbelief I feel. Yet nothing in Ian’s voice insinuates he’s lying. Could it be? Is he really into me that much? Is it possible that I’m really the only woman who gets him hard with every thought?

I can’t believe it. This must be for the scene.

Ian’s voice is back in my ear, and I’m melting, every part of my body belonging to him if he wills it. “I want to take you, Katie. I want to be so rough with you that you don’t know how to walk anymore. Do you know what it means to be utterly claimed? Do you know what it means to follow your most basic animal instincts and turn into a primal creature who can’t control herself? That’s what I’m going to do to you. That’s all I want to do to you.”

My grip falters around him. Ian jerks back, but does not release me.

“Starting tonight, you will learn how to let go of who you really are. You’ll enter a world where all that matters is how sexual you feel. All you have to do is serve. All you have to do is enjoy serving and in turn being taken care of.”

It sounds tempting. God knows I need help letting go of my insecurities and everything else that makes me Kathryn Alison, the woman people think they know.

Ian is the only person – the only man – I can trust with this. I don’t know exactly what I feel for him. My heart wavers between wanting to fall in love and wanting to run far, far away.

Tonight will decide a lot of things.

“Do you want that, Katie? Do you want me to take care of you? Do you want your mind to be blissfully blank as you serve me, and take any punishment you deserve?”

I’m unaware of when it happened, but my hand is no longer around his cock. Instead, both of them are clutching his sides, attempting to hold myself in his embrace. I want to love on him. I want to feel him push into me, to overcome me with his strength and make me his.

That’s it, isn’t it? That’s part of a sub’s headspace. A glimmer of hope that I can do this strikes me. In another life, maybe I was born a natural sub.

No, I am a natural sub.

I have to be, otherwise this night will mean nothing.

“Yes,’ I say, wondering where the strength in my voice has gone. “I would like that. I don’t want to have to think at all.”

“That’s right, my love.” Ian eases me back, but all I can hear as we walk toward the bedroom doorway is
“my love.”
“Being a sub means giving up control. It means putting everything you want and need into my hands. I’m taking you places you never thought possible. You thought you saw your subs experience ecstasy? You don’t know anything. The best part?”

We’re in his room, my body calling for that big, comfortable bed and wishing it could roll around in it, making love, cuddling, falling asleep together.

It happened once before. Why couldn’t it happen again?

“The best part is knowing I’m going to be the first Dom to do this to you.” Ian sits me on the edge of his bed, hands cupping my face as he looks down upon me. “I’m honored.”

He continues to pet my face as I sit here before him, drinking in the delightful sight of him. Tall, proud, strong. Ian’s wearing a more casual suit, the kind that’s cut to his body, probably made by the old tailor here in town. His pants are so crisp that they move with the utmost grace. His shirt, a very light rose that only enhances his masculinity, clings to his torso in such a way that I can see the outline of his muscles beneath. In true Ian Mathers fashion, he has left the top two buttons undone. The man doesn’t have a lot of hair on his chest – he’s not a super hairy guy in general, outside of his face when he doesn’t shave – but I can’t stop staring at…

How much I want him to overpower the fuck out of me.

“Katie…” Ian’s hands squeeze the back of my head, tipping it back and making me open to his lowering mouth.

Oh my fuck, he’s practically inhaling me!

I’ve never felt this man so famished before. He’s devouring my lips, suppressing my tongue in the bottom of my mouth, and making me feel so isolated and small that I don’t feel like there’s a world outside of this bathroom at all. Every time I slip into the abode of this room, I bring myself back, panicking a little, my moans both a reflection of my status in this relationship and my denial that I love this.

It’s okay, Kathryn. It’s okay to love this.

A grunt falls down my throat, and Ian steps back, leaving me disheveled on his bed. He looks me over. His grin makes me shudder.

“I’ve thought a lot about what I want to do to you.” Fingers dance in my hair, and at first I think he’s going to undo my twist… but his fingertips make nice with the corner of my mouth, the place he assaulted with that powerful tongue of his – I know where I’d like it to go next. “In the end, it wasn’t about what I wanted as much as your needs as the sub I’m training.”

Training. That word hits me right in the gut.

“Are you prepared to obey my every command tonight, Katie?”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

Whenever I say that word, ripples course through his body. Damn. He likes it that much?

“Good. Now let me see some of your skin.”

Ian opens my jacket, nails scratching against my chest. He draws a trail along my shoulder, keeping my chin pointed so our gazes meet. His is so calm. So determined and resolute.

I have no idea what mine is like.

“Go on, darling. Adore me.”

What a strange thing to request. Most men would simply say they wanted a blowjob, because I’m under no disillusionment that he means anything else. Ian isn’t most men. He’s a Dom who isn’t afraid to voice what he wants.

And I understand what he means.

I told you, I like to feel worshipped as a Domme. I want to feel adored too. My sub is fated to cater to my every whim like a royal subject. I am privileged. I am worthy of sheer adoration. When your identity is wrapped up in praising someone else for existing… ha! What an easy life, indeed.

My hands caress the inside of his thighs, urging his erection farther upward, straining against his tailored pants. I feel comfortable… it helps that this is my third time sucking him off, and the first two times were good. Minus how the first one ended, anyway.

I glance up at him, startled with realization.

“Relax, Katie.” The way he strokes my hair is hypnotic. “I’m not coming on your face.”

Even though it does relax me, I still take my time unzipping his pants and feeling the silk sheen of his boxers. He’s so erect already that I have to manipulate the fabric over his cock, smiling as his wide tip nearly pops against my lips.

My touch surrounds his sack, still within his pants. My tongue flicks against his tip, riddled in precum. I can’t help it. I’m aroused that
he’s
already this aroused.

I take my time. A large part of me wants to swallow him whole and work my gag over the head of his cock, maybe squeeze his sack, and definitely drown myself in his scent… but I have to remind myself that this isn’t a normal night of sex. That’s what I would do without this collar on. The collar pulling at the hairs on my neck and reminding me of the pain he can deliver.

Moaning on his tip, I’m suddenly reminded of why I’m here.

“Fuck, Katie.” Ian clutches my twist and holds me down on his cock. I get the message loud and clear. “You’re amazing at this. I bet you’ve sucked a lot of cocks, huh?”

I look up at him with fight in my eyes. I don’t know what he’s trying to insinuate, and warn him with my gaze.

“Now don’t be petulant.” His other hand holds my head as well. The strength of both arms keeps me on his cock, and it’s becoming more difficult to look into his eyes. That’s what he wants. “I’m complimenting you. The only thing better than a woman trying it out for the first time is a woman who can jump right in and act like the queen of fellatio.”

Laughter enters his voice. I still don’t like what he’s implying.

“You love cock, don’t you baby?”

Well, that’s neither here nor there, is it? I’m here, I’m sucking him off, and it doesn’t matter if I think this is one of the most banal things or if I live to suck a dick every day. Either way, I am going to do it. For him.

Fuck, yes, I’m doing it for him. For the way he grunts, the way he thrusts down my throat, and the way his girth fills my mouth with promises of what’s to come for my cunt.

I pull off him enough to wrap my hand around his base. A new groan echoes in the bedroom. I know what I’m doing is exactly what he wants, even though he’ll pretend otherwise to keep me in line.

Ian, I know every trick of being dominant. You’ll do whatever it takes to seem like everything was your idea and that you’re in control.

“You know what I’m trying to say, don’t you?”

Against what we both really want, he steadies my head and gradually pulls out of my mouth. Saliva drips from the head of his cock and onto my chin. I try not to look at his glistening shaft and instead gaze into the hazel of his eyes.

“You know what I’m saying, Katie. I want to hear you say it first, though.”

I purse my lips in indignation.

“Katie,” Ian growls. “I want to hear you say it. And you have to mean it.”

Ah, and so we begin my utter debasement. It’s not enough to sit me down on his bed and shove his cock down my throat. Sure, I want him to do that. Do we have to address it? Why not let it happen? God, it’s almost like I’m with a Dom or something!

I guess I am one of those types. A lot of people would agree, especially if they knew I was heavy into kink. In fact, I was called such things a lot in high school. You know, back when I said
fuck it
and started screwing whichever guy I pleased. Like Ian. Well, I tried to screw him.

Fuck. That means he knows he’s right. Hence the smug look on his face as he’s got his cock hovering outside of my mouth.

Sometimes I really hate this guy.

“All right,” I begin, refusing to break eye contact. “You’ve got me, sir. I’m a big ol’ slut who loves cocks and sex.”

Amusement continues to tug at his lips. Were this everyday life, I don’t doubt for a second that Ian would throw his head back and laugh. Maybe he would banter with me about past sexual experiences, particularly as stupid teenagers.

This is not everyday life.

This is something else entirely.

“Do you?” Ian pushes an errant hair out of my face. “If that were true, you wouldn’t look so angry about it.”

What does he want from me? To rub my face on his cock and fuss over how much I love it?

Fuck that.

“I asked you a question, Katie.”

My eyes soften, but it’s not because I’m coming around to him. “I do, Ian. I love sucking cock. I love feeling it in my mouth and then that amazing feeling of a man coming all over my throat.” When he raises an eyebrow, I continue, empowered. “I love sex. I love riding cock, I love being impaled by it. I love the feeling of it as it enters my pussy and then burrows it way deeper inside. And you know what?”

His thumbs push into my cheeks. “What?”

I inhale deeply. “I secretly love it when you come inside me… sir.”

This is my first time admitting it out loud. Shit, this is one of my first times admitting it in my brain – how good it felt having Ian hold me down, reaching my core, and then filling me up with everything he had. The sounds. The scents. The
feeling
of it all. Is it any wonder people call me a slut? Maybe they don’t say it to my face anymore, but even I can’t deny how much I want him to do it to me again.

I’m trembling, because I’m imagining him doing it – coming inside of me.

His seed dripping from me. All over my skin. Taunting us both with how virile he is.

I’m a vessel.

For his pleasure.

For his seed.

This is simple biology, folks. Or at least that’s what my brain says as I realize I am thinking these things and want to
die.

“I’m glad you discovered how much you love it.” We’re past acknowledging his cock bobbing before me. If he hasn’t asked me to get to sucking yet, I doubt he will anytime soon.

Sure enough, Ian lifts me by the arm and brings me across the room, removing my jacket as we go. There’s an ottoman here. An antique one, with brass accentuating every corner.