Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (50 page)

Me.

“You’re mine, you bastard,” she growls in my ear, her cunt unrelenting against my shaft. “Now make me yours.”

I force her to still in my lap. I need to think, even though my fucking hard-on is screaming to come. That has to wait, because my sweet – and not-so-sweet – Katie has made a kind request of me.

I push her out of my lap, watching her stumble and trip without going down. My hand wraps around her wrist and hauls her to Judith’s bed, where I can smell and see the remnants of another woman’s orgasm.

To say I’m further turned on is a gross understatement.

Kathryn doesn’t let me lay her down and take her. No, she’s too damn feisty for that at the moment. She’ll accept nothing less than me lying down instead.

Hey, if it means less work on my part? She can ride me until she can’t walk anymore!

The bed moves along with us as Kathryn straddles my hips and takes all of me, her eyelashes fluttering and her breasts straining against the bust of her painfully high neckline. I’m the tortured one here. I want nothing more than to see her breasts bouncing for my amusement as she fucks me with every bit of strength she has.

I’ll take that orgasmic face, however. There’s nothing wrong with that.

“Tell me you want me!” Kathryn grabs me by the shoulders and thrusts, her arousal so vast that even at this awkward angle she has no problem slamming her hips down and grinding against my cock. “Tell me you’d rather have me over any other woman here.”

To the tune of her protests, I sit up, drawing her into my clothed embrace. Even with so many layers between us, I can still feel her heart beating, her blood quickening, and her breaths slowing as she finally relaxes against me, ready to let me take over our lovemaking.

“I want you, Katie.” I thrust upward, touching her deeply, feeling her wetness course down my shaft and leave me as slick as her insides. “You’re the only woman I want.”

At first I mean she’s the only woman
here
I want, but when I think about it… perhaps there is no other woman who could tempt me away.

She kisses me, both hands taking my face against hers. Our movements slow, but the intensity is still there, ripping us away from reality and casting us asunder.

I’m okay with that.

For a while, we’re the only people in this mansion, in the world. I consume her – she consumes me. Together we’re nothing but need and desire, two souls vying for each other’s affections with nothing but fear for saying what’s really in our hearts.

“Come on, Katie.” I bury my fingers on either side of her ass, feeling her heat, her elasticity take over my senses. “Come for me.”

She’s close. Easy to tell when her mouth is trembling, her eyes are begging me for a few more thrusts, and her opening is closing tight around the base of my cock. She’s holding me in, getting ready to take every drop I’m holding back. Painfully holding back.
Desperately
holding back.

I refuse to come until she does.

“You gonna come inside me?” she whimpers, losing that domineering edge she’s had since we entered this room. “I want you to.”

Music to this man’s ears. “Of course, lovely.”

She closes her eyes, throws back her head, and rides my lap without a shred of shame.

Kathryn Alison is the most beautiful woman in this world. I’ve known it forever. I know it now. There can’t possibly be a female soul on this earth who compares to the way Katie devours my cock with her strong, tender body. This dress constrains her, but I don’t care. I don’t care! I’m in love with the way she thrusts, the way she moans, the way she begs for me to have my whole fill of her. And I will. I will indulge in every crevice and corner hiding within her.

Because I love her.

This realization takes over. Here we are, practically in a brothel, my Katie having rubbed off another woman for my entertainment. Yet it feels so perfect. She’s mine.

She’s mine.

“Ian!” Her shout echoes all around me. “I’m coming!”

I felt it before she did. My cock knows when it’s about to be emptied by this woman. Her sudden tightness. Her wetness covering my groin.
Her.

Kathryn comes in my lap, her face contorting into the most gorgeous silent scream you’ve ever seen. Her whole body ripples in pleasure. She’s choking on the moment, legs spread wide in my lap as my cock completely disappears inside of her, not coming back out until I…

My voice is far louder than hers when I release the pressure inside me. Everything burns, in the most pleasurable way, in that split second before I come.

Inside of her.

There’s no fear. No misgivings. Just her moaning from the impact of my seed inside her, coating her innermost place with
me.
No other man has done this to her. Deep inside, I think… this is how the world will know she’s mine.

That we’re one.

Kathryn clamps me inside of her until I’m finished. By that time, she’s nearly falling off my lap, opting to instead fall forward against my chest. I hold her in my arms, wanting to collapse with her in this stranger’s bed. It’s not only her wetness covering my cock now. It’s me, too, and the scent overpowers my ability to pull out.

Why would I pull out? Aren’t she and I destined to be one?

Eventually, Kathryn coaxes me down, our tattered clothes showing how defiled we are as we curl up on top of this bed. She buries her nose in my chest, moving her legs off mine and groaning from the relief in her thighs. She says something about feeling my seed drip down her skin, and I almost get hard again.

Except I can’t. Reality is returning. Lights in my eyes. Fresh air in my nose. A world outside of “Katie and me.” That world where I thought… I love her.

I’m not a man afraid of my emotions. I always thought that if – when – I fall in love, I would go at it with gusto and act like a fucking man. Apparently that is easier said than done, because now I’m lying here, Kathryn Alison wrapped around me and panting from the sex we just had. The love we just made.

Here we are, and all I can think is that I need to keep these thoughts to myself. Not only do I
not
want to scare her off, but I want to be absolutely sure before I expose my heart like that.

After all, there are a million reasons for us to never be together. I don’t want to tempt fate.

Chapter 21

KATHRYN

Hi. I’m Kathryn Alison, billionaire through her rich-ass father and one of the hottest Dommes you’ve ever seen strut around a club.

And I’m currently giving a guy a blowjob while we’re parked on the side of a dirt road.

This was
not
Ian’s idea. In fact, I bet sex was the last thing on his mind as we pulled onto his family’s road and started making our way down the long mile between the state road and the main estate tucked back in the woods. However, he underestimated how nervous I am, and that
apparently
the only way I can feel better is if we pull over and get it on in a quickie.

Ian leans his head against the seat rest, releasing tight groans from his chest as I suck him off as quickly as I can without sacrificing quality. I’m a businesswoman. I know that you can only have up to two of quality, speed, and price. Since there is no money involved here, I’m fairly confident that I can give the man a great hummer to get us both through the day.

He grabs my shoulder, then my scalp, pushing me down into his lap as he gets closer to orgasm. His cock is full in my throat every time I push my head down low enough. Meanwhile, his zipper keeps getting in my fucking way, and I swear if it nicks my lip one more time…

A groan takes me away from the concern. Ian pulls my hair, his cock thrusting into my mouth as the first shot of seed goes down my throat.

Five minutes later, I’m sitting up in my seat, fixing my hair and popping two mints at a time while Ian recoups in the driver’s seat. I remind him no fewer than two times to put himself away, but no, the man is sitting there with his softened dick hanging out in his lap. He’s lucky I’m thorough and cleaned him up, otherwise those bothersome pants would need to be changed.

“Tell me again how that makes
you
feel less nervous?” Ian has one hand on the steering wheel, but we’re not going anywhere. “I mean, I feel great, but…”

“Shut up,” I mutter, trying to reapply my nude lipstick. “Think of it as me acquiring a big enough power trip before we go into your house of haunted expectations.”

He snorts, but it’s in that “relieved and non-bothered” way that drives me nuts half the time. My own fault. I blew him. “I’ve never heard a woman say giving head makes her powerful.”

“You rarely get blown by Dommes, last I checked.”

Within a few more minutes, Ian has finally fixed himself up, and we’re moving down the road toward the Mathers House.

I call it a house because, compared to what
I’m
used to, it really is a quaint abode. Thirty rooms at the most. Seven of those bedrooms. Who knows how many bathrooms. The styling is minimalistic, with only two Greek columns adorning the front. Flowers and shrubbery are the only things giving the place some life. It’s very… Mathers.

We pull up alongside my father’s car. How fantastic. He’s already here.

Even though Ian is with me, I hardly feel as if I have any power in this situation. That must be why I got so antsy when we turned down that road. All I can think about is wanting to go out, scream my head off, and then make a mad dash back to the city. Now, if this were a normal lunch between our two families, that would be one thing. It isn’t.

It’s about
us.

I haven’t spoken to my father about this at all. He’s been out of town for a while, and when we do speak, it’s about work and whether or not we’ve heard from Mother. Although I’m sure he has a million things to say to me about dating Ian, he’s saving them all. Or too embarrassed to ask them.

You’ll never guess who’s there to meet us in the front hall.

“Ian! Kathryn!” Caroline makes sure to give us an equal amount of kisses. This is long before the butler can pop up and take our coats. The chill in this house is making my bare arms tremble. Ian wasn’t kidding when he said his father didn’t like wasting electricity. The dining room we’re ushered into likewise has minimal lighting, relying on the natural sunlight streaming through large, open windows.

Naturally, Ian and I are sat next to each other. Caroline sits at the foot next to her son. There are three other place settings at this six-person table, but I can only think of five who are coming .Surely, my mom did not fly all the way from Europe for the first time in two years only for this lunch. I doubt she would even bother for my wedding!

“Who else is coming?” I’m assuming my father and Dominic are the other two, but who is the final place setting for? “Also, I saw my father’s car parked out front. Any idea where he is? I haven’t seen him since before his trip.”

Caroline frowns, because she was
just
about to start blabbering about the babies Ian and I are destined to have. “Your father is talking with my bastard of an ex-husband.”

We both look at her. “He’s a bastard again, huh?” Ian asks.

“Damn straight. Apparently he’s bringing a
date.
”

An eerie silence hangs over us. Ian’s father is free to do what he wants, but isn’t it a little tacky to bring a brand-new date to something like this?

Then again, maybe it will create enough commotion to take the stares off us.

“There’s my sweet Kitty Cat.” My father chooses this moment to strut through the door, bowler hat still on even though we’re indoors – Spencer Alison has never been huge on propriety when he can help it, especially in a house as well-lit as this one. “Haven’t seen you in what feels like weeks.”

I get up to kiss my father on the cheek and to help him into the seat at the head of the table. Normally I would never guess he’s sitting there in someone else’s home, but the two seats across from Ian and I are most likely for a couple newer than us.

“Daddy.” I make sure he’s settled before sitting back down. “Things have been crazy lately thanks to the projects.”

“Yes…” My father spares Ian a glance before quickly looking away again. “The project.”

Another eerie silence. Caroline smirks, and I know instantly who Ian got that grin from. “Seems like a really fortuitous project, doesn’t it, Spencer?” She can’t wait for anyone to reply. “Can you imagine it? Our kids, together!” Sure, it’s not like we’re here, or anything.

Ian sighs next to me, exasperated. “About that…”

“Indeed, about
that.
” My father can’t hide his irritation any longer. He’s staring Ian down, even though eye contact is not being made. “Would’ve been nice to hear it from the source instead of someone else.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I give him my best good-girl look. The same one that got me out of so much trouble growing up – like when I racked up too many credit card charges as a teen, or drove one of his classic cars into a ditch because I was too tipsy from a party. I haven’t had to use this look for at least five years, and at my age it feels weird. Yet necessary. “I was waiting for the right time to tell you.”