Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (43 page)

“Well…” I don’t watch what he’s doing. Instead, I curl my legs up to my chest and study his bedspread. Cream-colored. Little swirls in the designs. You’d never guess his family owned a bunch of hotels. “You told me not to come, and then I came anyway. You’re right. I didn’t even try to hold it back. I didn’t care. I felt good and wanted to come, even without your permission.”

“That’s good. What else?”

“I didn’t act with propriety afterward.”

“That’s not really your fault. But you’re right, it was inappropriate.”

He comes back and drops something heavy onto the bed.

Chains.

“Ian… I mean, sir…”

“You can’t be trusted to keep your hands to yourself.” He snaps the attached handcuffs to my wrists and pulls me back. There’s a reason a Dom like him has a headboard with wire poles. Before I know it, I’m immobilized up top.

Down below.

Gloriously down below.

He lifts one leg up, bending me at the knee before clasping another chain around the ankle. The chain attaches to the bed.

Then the other leg.

Man, I can barely fathom it. I’m locked into one of the most erotic positions of my life. My hands above my head. My ankles chained to the same headboard, forcing my legs up and spread. I can’t close them. I can’t move anything.

I can’t respond, aside with my voice and my extremities.

“The more submissive you become, the more irresistible you are.” Ian dusts his hands and pushes the hair out of my face. “How does it feel, being so forcibly exposed?”

I take a deep breath. “I think I like it.”

“You like having your pussy open to me like that?”

No bigger feeling of being exposed, that’s for sure. “Yes, sir.”

“What does it feel like?”

“It feels like it’s ready for you at any moment.” I’m not lying. Even though I cleaned myself up, thereby eliminating much of my own wetness, I’m still so damned aroused. I don’t want this to end. I want Ian to get hard again and slam himself in there.

I’m so open.

So ready.

So tied down and ready to accept whatever he gives me.

It doesn’t matter… because anything he gives me? It’s
for
me. It’s a part of him. He’s sharing himself as much as I am baring my soul and my fears.

“And…” Ian looks at me, his bemusement at my sudden words too handsome to capture. “My cunt feels really empty.”

He leans down, leaning over me, playing with the ribbons in my corset. One by one they come untied, my breasts spilling from their cups. Ian pinches one nipple and makes me hiss through my teeth. “Cunt, huh? Is that what you want to call it?”

“You can call it whatever you want, sir.”

“Oh, I’ve got lots of names for these things.” His thumb tugs at my opening, my slick folds exposing how wet I still am. The scent is so powerful that I almost turn my nose away. It’s not just me. It’s his scent, too. An intoxicating scent that reminds me of what we’re here to do and accomplish. “Whatever feels good in the moment.”

Ian looks into my eyes as his thumb crushes my clit. I writhe beneath him, a squeal of pleasure emanating from my body.

He pulls his hand back. “Sensitive, is it? Considering how hard you came – when you weren’t supposed to – I am not surprised.” His thumb grinds back into it, and I’m gasping, my body unable to process this sudden stimulation. “Serves you right.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper. I don’t know if I’m supposed to speak, but I take a chance.

Ian unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it, letting it fall to the floor before bending down to kiss my toe wiggling in the air. “Not as sorry as you’re going to be.”

Oh, Lord. I am going to need mercy.

“You only have one command.” Ian climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs, hand covering my mound. “Try to come. It’s not going to be easy.”

I know it’s not. He’s going to deny me as part of my punishment – and to get him hard again.

Sure enough, my torture begins.

Chapter 12

KATHRYN

The man is a stunning expert. He knows how to stroke my clit, to work his fingers around the entrance of my slit until I’m squirming for release. It serves me right. This is what I get for daring to come without permission earlier. Ian is no longer going to go easy on me. I disobeyed. I am training to be his sub, and that means I need to
obey
to get what I want.

Namely, him.

“If you can come, my darling,” he says with a hint of malice, his finger circling my clit and then backing off as I am about to come, “I will fuck you until you understand that I am the only man in the world.”

He’s still not going to make it easy.

Especially when he looks at me like that, looming over me, half-naked and so perfect. Or at least I think so in my haze of wanting to come all over his hand.

Sometimes his fingers slip inside. I am so wet and spread that it’s nothing for him. Yes, Ian, with his strong and thick fingers, can still disappear inside of me without a bit of resistance. The S word falls off my lips as he finger fucks me, hard enough to make my knees bob up and down near my head. He doesn’t touch my clit until he pulls out his fingers and flicks it.

This is torture. Orgasm continues to build inside of me, but for minutes now I’ve been denied reaching climax. I’m squirming. I’m whining. I’m begging him with my eyes and the bite of my lips to finish the fucking job.

He said that if I came, he would fuck me.

Yet. He. Won’t. Let. Me. Every time I reach the tipping point, his fingers pumping in and out of me with varying speeds and rubbing my sensitive clit, he stops and laughs at my tortured reaction. The more he fucks me with his fingers, the more I hear that melodic sound of my body accepting him, begging him to fill and have his way with me.

I can’t stop trying to come. You’d think I would fall over the edge at some point, but Ian knows –
he knows –
when exactly to pull out or stop rubbing my clit. It doesn’t help that he’s giving me that smug demeanor I fucking hate so much. He knows what he’s doing to me. He knows how much I want him to claim me again.

He must know how much I want to please him.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Ian keeps his fingers inside of me this time, although they do not move. I look down, my mound gleaming in wetness and his fingers plunged in to the third knuckle. All he has to do is curl them and hit me where it counts… “Do you understand what I want from you from now on?”

I moan, my body desperately trying to claim what it wants. “I do.” My voice sounds so far away. In a way, I do feel far away, looking into Ian’s eyes as if he’s from another planet. I want to go there. “I’m so sorry for disobeying you, sir. Please let me come.”

“And then what?”

“And then fuck me. Please.”

He sits back, fingers still in me, but showing me his erection coming out of his pants – which are quickly discarded to the ground as well. Seeing him completely naked always makes me wet. The man has a physique that makes you think of a model. No, not the super buff kind, but the kind who look so damn good they can model anything they want and get paid well for it. His chest, his shoulders, his biceps, his back, his abs, his thighs… they’re so proportional and strong that I almost ignore his large erection still covered in my arousal from earlier.

“Then come, Katie.”

He thrusts his fingers back into me, curling them enough to make my G-spot scream.

Instead, I do.

His other hand grabs my breast, pinching my nipple while I begin to come. All I hear is my voice; all I see is his gaze. I can’t blink. I can’t look away. He has me so enthralled that I will lie here and ride out this orgasm while the man who regularly devours me looks like he’s about to do it again.

I can’t breathe. I can’t move my legs. All I can do is climax and cover my Dom’s hand in my apology.

He removes his fingers at the right moment. For the first time in a long while, I squirt, a feeling of relief washing over me as hot, hot wetness covers my skin and the bedspread beneath.

I mean, I’m not a porn star. It ain’t gonna fly across the room. It ain’t even gonna be that measurable. Yet Ian smiles, head lowering and tongue sticking out to sample a taste.

“It’s sweet,” he says. His tongue feels like hell on my spent pussy. He gives my clit one cursory flick of his tongue before pulling himself up and kissing my breast, my neck, my lips. “You’ve been a good girl, Katie. I think it’s time you were forgiven.”

At this point my brain is so far gone that I don’t even care anymore. All I can do is whimper as he enters me, his hips pushing my legs farther apart even though they’re already that way.

Even so, he feels blessedly present inside of me. We’re together. He’s going to claim me once and for all.

“Ian…” I can’t recognize myself. The way I feel, the thoughts I’m having, everything in between.. .they are not Kathryn Alison’s.

She’s not here.

Katie’s here.

Katie, the woman Ian Mathers is taking as his sub.

“Ian… sir… thank you.”

He’s not moving inside of me. Instead he props his arms up on either side of my head, his cock easing in and out as he tests how wet and ready I am. Oh, I’m ready. “Do you like this, Katie?”

My eyes roll back as my head hits the pillow. All four of my limbs are sore to the point I’m not sure I’ll be able to move later. But I don’t care. The only thing I care about is his weight on me, the potential energy in his hips getting ready to thrust his cock up and deeper into me.

“I do.” I savor the moment. Right now, I don’t feel anything. Nothing but lust and desire. Nothing but comfort and protection. This is kinky, but it’s also our perverted way of making love.

Fuck me and that L word.

I don’t care. Good God, I don’t care! Maybe I love him. At the very least, I love this. I love moments like this, where it’s him and me. Maybe I’m chained up. Maybe I’m obsessed with what he’s doing to me. Maybe I’m secretly dreaming of doing things like this to him in the future.

Who cares?

Ian kisses my throat, burying his cock within me. This angle is almost painful, but in the best way I could have ever imagined. Who cares! He’s rocking into me. He’s kissing me. He’s so warm and thick inside of me that I can’t imagine it being anyone but him.

He’s the only man I could possibly let do this to me.

That’s how good it feels. That’s how much I want him inside of me, consuming me, making love to my body, my heart, my soul… every time he thrusts forward, I feel it inside. Nothing in my body is rejecting him. I know what’s going to happen, and I’m so happy about it that I think… well, of course this is what’s going to happen.

Of course he’s going to fuck me like this.

Of course he’s only interested in my body.

He may be a Dom, but I can feel every inch of his soul. It’s expressed to me like an open book. A will to take care of me. To shield me from the horrors of the world. To give me pleasure and not ask for that much in return, really. I don’t have to think. I don’t have to worry. Ian will take care of everything.

“Katie,” he whispers into my ear, arms curled around my body, hips thrusting into my spread opening. Ian increases his speed, grunting every so often. Sometimes harder. Sometimes faster.

Always needy.

“Katie!”

“Ian…”

We’re two fools trying to deny that we’re falling in love. That I’m falling into this lifestyle. That he’s capable of caring about only one woman. Oh, God, here it comes now, his cock beating down into me, his breaths faster.

My heart racing. His groans containing a vulnerable whine that only I have ever heard.

I wish I could embrace him, but I understand why he has me chained up like this. He couldn’t trust me in our scene. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t trust me with his heart.

“Do you want me, love?” Ian almost sounds doubtful. As if I couldn’t want him by this point. “Do you want to feel me like that inside of you again?”

I accept his kisses, his tongue keeping me from answering for more than a few seconds. “Yes,” I whisper when I have use of my mouth again. “Always.”

There’s no way to know what I signed up for. I don’t care. Ian’s taking me, getting ready to claim me once and for all as his sub.

It feels so right.

I feel so right.

“Shit!” The third hard orgasm of the night erupts from me, cinching his cock and holding it deep inside of me. My body knows what it wants.

It wants him.

All
of him.

“Ian!” Frenzy takes over me, and although I can’t move, I can claim him like he claims me. If I don’t let go, if I keep him inside of me forever, then we never have to be apart again. We could have a moment like this for the rest of our lives.

No, it’s not possible, but my brain doesn’t know that.

His cock continues to push into me, although his breaths are so famished that I fear I’m going to lose him before we both get what we want.