Текст книги "Save Us"
Автор книги: Cynthia Dane
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Chapter 32
KATHRYN
“Don’t make them so tight,” Ian scolds me, pushing my hands out of the way so he can finish the knot himself. “You’re going to cut off circulation to her hands. You want her suing us?”
“And don’t you give her ideas,” I hiss back at him. Before us, trapped against the back of my couch, is Stephanie may with her skirt pulled up over her ass and her hands latched together. Unfortunately, my knot wasn’t good enough for Ian’s tastes.
How we came to this situation is hilarious enough to warrant me explaining. The moment I realized what Stephanie needed to get her life back in order was the moment I sent off that text message. Next thing I knew, I told Ian to grab a tie out of the bedroom and to make himself useful. Stephanie was going to get some old-fashioned kinky medicine.
And we were probably going to get off on it. By “we,” I mean all three of us. At least I don’t have to look at Stephanie’s raging blue balls like what Ian’s got cocked and ready to go in his pants. He’ll probably bust both nuts by the time our half hour is up.
Good.
I test how tight Stephanie’s binds are before pulling her hair back into a ponytail. A rubber band snaps into her thin, stringy blond hair. I let the ponytail fall over her side as I unzip her dress and expose the nice line of her back. Sometimes I forget how beautiful she actually is. I’m usually too furious at her to see anything but that smile, full of malice.
She’s not smiling now. And she’s definitely not full of malice.
If her black thong is any indication, she’s aroused as fuck and ready for her punishment.
“You know what’s going to happen, right?” I gently yank on her hair, like Ian would with mine. I want to look into her eyes as I tell her this. “You can say no. We’re being a bit sadistic, but we’re not… what you implied earlier. We’re doing this because we all want it. Right?”
When she can’t get words out, I slack on my grip and watch her nod her head.
“Your safe word is Blue.” Like hell she gets a great, romantic color like Red. That’s between Ian and me. “Now… what do you call me, girl?”
She sneers, but it’s in that delightfully bratty way I was thinking about earlier. “Mistress.”
“Perfect. Now what do you call him?”
Ian stands behind Stephanie.
“Sir.”
I tap her ass. “No. Try again.”
Her lips twitch. “Master.”
Normally I wouldn’t want any other woman calling my Ian that, but it’s imperative tonight. “That’s right. Now, tell me what’s going to happen?”
Stephanie’s whole body tenses. “You’re going to spank me.”
“Who is going to spank you?” I go from pulling her hair to stroking it. “Me or him? You have to choose. You only get one of us.”
Because she’s the most heterosexual woman in the room, she tells me she wants Ian to make her ass red.
“Of course you do.” I wrap my arms around my boyfriend, rubbing his chest through his shirt before descending my hand to his zipper. “Don’t think for a moment you’re fucking her,” I mutter into his ear.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. It’s not my birthday.”
Nevertheless, I undo his belt buckle and start pulling the length of the leather out of its loops. He doesn’t actually need a belt to hold up his pants. He likes showing it off. For fashion. When you think about it, it’s even hotter that he’s got his initials etched into the metal. Because he would.
I put his belt in his hand. “I trust you know how to use this on a first-timer.”
“Do you call me Master?”
I wink at him before stepping in front of Stephanie again. “Only once in a while.”
The woman I encounter on the other side of my couch is closing her eyes and bowing her head. Classic submissive. She’s a special case, though, and I want her to look me in the eye.
“You’re in for a treat today, Stephanie,” I say as Ian doubles up his belt and wraps one end around his hand. Between the belt and Stephanie’s ass, I can’t tell which is turning him on more. “Usually we Doms save the belt for when we know our subs a bit better. They can get a bit… out of hand. And only an experienced Dom should try to control them, you know.” I nod at Ian. “Good thing you and I have excellent taste.”
Ian’s used his belt on me once. Warning taps. A hard hit right on my ass to make sure I knew who was in charge. It was hot. And painful.
At least I know he can use it safely.
“You’re special to us. You’re such a pain in our ass that we want to make sure you enjoy every exquisite moment of the pain we’re about to hand you. Don’t worry. Your ass will only be red for a while.” I reach over and pat it when my hand. She may be past thirty, but Stephanie’s flesh is as supple as mine was at twenty-two. “Ian knows what he’s doing. Now…” As Ian lines himself up and does a couple practice smacks against the back of the couch, I rub Stephanie’s shoulder in the most calming way I can summon. “Tell us why you’re here, sweetie. And don’t hold back the truth.”
She scowls at me. “I fucking hate you.”
Well, I don’t think she’s lying.
“You hate me, but admit it, you want me. You’re as perverted as we are. You liked it when Ian fucked you rough last time. He’s got a nice cock, right? I love sticking it in my mouth and then feeling it slam into my G-spot.”
I think she’s going to spit on me.
“Use your words.”
“Okay! So I wanted him to keep fucking me like that.”
“It’s true, lovely,” Ian says softly. He’s staring at Stephanie’s ass, but his body is turned toward me. “I could tell she wanted me to dominate her. She was ready to explore that shit.”
“I see. So you wanted Ian to dominate you, but he chose me, didn’t he?” My hand wraps gently around the back of her neck, squeezing so she feels such intense pressure. “Is that why you kept bothering us? Because this is what you wanted?”
The belt dangles above her exposed ass. Stephanie finally sputters, “Yes.”
I nod to Ian.
He lightly smacks the belt against Stephanie’s ass.
You can barely hear it hit her skin, but she jerks forward, sucking in her breath. I doubt it hurt, but Ian isn’t going to jump in with a new woman and slap her around with a belt. Even I, his more experienced sub, got a couple practice taps to warm me up – post spanking me with his hand. This is a warm-up.
Nevertheless, it worked. Stephanie lets out a pitiful moan of acquiescence.
“Tell me more,” I say sweetly. “How hot does the thought of us taking you make you?”
I don’t need her to answer. I know. She wants us to decimate her ass and to purge her like I was purged the other night.
“You’re a dirty girl, Stephanie May.” Another nod. Another light tap with the belt. “You like sex. Not any sex. You like it when men slam you against the wall and fuck you with their thick cocks. You like it when they come inside you and make it dribble out of your dirty cunt. You like feeling like a sex toy. You love it when men hold you down and fuck your brains out until you nearly collapse.”
She squeaks in arousal. What kind of naughty thoughts are running through her head? Probably ones similar to mine.
Except I can look at Ian and share a moment of understanding with him. He’s the only man I want doing those things to me. Fuck, now I’m getting really aroused.
“Yes, Mistress,” Stephanie whispers. “I like those things.”
Ian gives her a slightly harder tap. She shakes. He says, “I like those things too.”
I could tease him and imply that he means something else, but I know what he means. “I like doing those things to women like you.” I know he does. That’s why we get along so well.
That and moments like these.
“So we’ve established what a slut you can be,” I say, patting Stephanie’s unzipped back. “That’s good. Hey, no shame. Do you know how many times I’ve asked this man to call me a slut during sex? That’s not the only reason you need this. You’ve been a spoiled, nasty little shit, and you’re going to be punished for it. Let’s start from the beginning.”
I make Stephanie recount her unforgivable behavior from these past few weeks. Blackmailing me. Stalking Ian. Dating his dad to use him and to get back at Ian. All simple shit we all know about. Every time she admits to it, and that it was wrong to do, she gets progressively harder smacks to the ass with the belt.
She jerks. I smile. Ian sweats as his cock gets harder. Hey, I’m not going to get mad at this man getting hard at belting another woman. Why wouldn’t he do that? I like knowing that my man and Dom is perfectly healthy. It would be weird if I was the only one he got off of.
Plus, I like seeing him leer after other women when we’re like this. I mean, I would expect him to be okay with me leering after other men, so…
We’re ten minutes in. I’ve got twenty minutes to make this woman really squirm and beg.
“Had enough yet?” I ask her, patting the top of her head.
She narrows her eyes. “It fucking hurts.”
“You want more, though?”
Oh, she wants more.
“Start confessing. The more you get this off your chest, the freer you’ll be.”
What happens is something I could have never expected.
Stephanie May suddenly admits that she was in love with her husband, even though from the outside it looked like she was nothing more than a gold digger targeting an elderly gentleman who couldn’t even get his dick up half the time. “I didn’t care,” she says. “I liked being with him. I was attracted to his money and connections, but he was really sweet. I didn’t think twice about having his baby, and not because it would solidify my role in the family.” When he died, she was so devastated that she couldn’t take care of her kid and watched him be removed to a family member’s household. To add insult to injury, her late husband’s family took her to court over inheritance, where they mopped the floor with her and made sure she didn’t get more than a $1000 a month allowance. Not even enough for her to support herself with, so she started pursuing acting again.
The only way she could get roles was by lying about her age. She was blessed with abundant youth… why not use it to her advantage? So she changed her birth year from ’85 to ’95. People didn’t question it. Even the agent she landed didn’t know until he did some digging, and then shrugged his shoulders and said he would have recommended it anyway.
She entered a world where all that mattered was how hot and young she was. “I did… things,” she says quietly. The last loud sound we heard was the smack of the belt against her ass, which is now a nice, pink shade. “Ugly things. I don’t want to get into it.”
“It gave you a tough skin, didn’t it?”
“You could say that, ma’am.”
I feel sorry for her. Not because she’s another victim of a vicious system, but because everything she sacrificed for has been taken away. No, it wasn’t right for her to blackmail me or do the other things that she did, but I can’t stay mad at her anymore. A part of this ritual is learning to forgive her as much as it is her learning to let go of the shit she’s choking on.
And Ian… he’s so fucking hot when he snaps his wrist, calculating the exact moment of impact. He looks composed up top until you notice how he shudders and sweats all over. His cock strains against his pants. I don’t doubt for two seconds that he wants to fuck Stephanie until he empties himself inside her. Maybe have me stand beside him, whispering into his ear that he’s the best Dom in the world.
He doesn’t dare. Because I’m here, and because he loves me.
As for me? I rush in excitement. It’s sexual. It’s emotional. It’s everything I love about being a Domme, and more. More. I’ve never helped a woman like I’ve been helped by Ian. You can’t see a hard-on beneath my dress, but I am definitely wet, from Topping Stephanie emotionally while Ian takes her physically.
Holy shit do we make a fantastic team.
“I’m shit, Mistress,” Stephanie finally says with too much conviction. “I don’t deserve anything. I’m not a good mother. I couldn’t even help my husband survive. All I’m good for is being taken advantage of and lying. I’m always lying, except for now. Or am I lying?”
Ian and I exchange cautious looks. I nod.
Thwack!
It’s the hardest smack yet. A large, red blot appears on Stephanie’s ass. She bows her head.
And cries.
Ian backs off. I untie Stephanie, helping her stand up, wiping away her tears with my fingertips. Her puffy face doesn’t look like an actress’s, especially with the running makeup. While Ian drops the belt onto the bed, I kiss Stephanie, tasting salt and grief as I push as much affection as I can into her.
“Do you feel better?” I ask, whispers falling into her ear. She sniffs against my shoulder. “Can you start over now?”
It takes her a few minutes to calm down from her tears. In that time, she wraps her arms around me, kissing my throat, squeezing my shoulders, and rubbing the small of my back. It isn’t sexual. This woman is thirsty for affection. She probably hasn’t felt real affection since the death of her husband.
“Yes,” she finally says. “I’m sorry for everything, Mistress. Thank you.”
I release her. Ian takes her away from me.
“It’s in the top drawer over there,” I say, anticipating him asking me where the lotion is. “Take care of her. I need a moment.”
Even Dommes need aftercare.
I go into my guest bathroom, where I lock the door and turn on the fan so I don’t have to hear what’s going on in the living room. I look at my watch. Ten minutes. Enough time for me to stand here, looking at myself in the mirror and running cold water over my skin.
That was intense.
I no longer have to ask if I’m a Domme or sub. I can be both. Deep inside, I will always be predominately a Domme. Man, woman, it doesn’t matter to me. I know I can do it for Ian now. I know he’ll support me. He’s not intimidated by my Topping other people – he’s rarely intimidated by me Topping him, although he doesn’t get off on it as much.
That’s fine. That’s more than fine.
Because it doesn’t matter. I love him. He loves me. We understand each other. Dominating and submitting isn’t about power plays. We’re not stripping each other’s power – not like that. We don’t have to play these games every day. We can be us. We can be in love and have a healthy relationship as we are.
Some people won’t understand. That’s fine. I don’t care if they fucking understand or not. Ian and I can take them on.
I go back out with my chin high and my steps heavy. I find Ian cradling poor Stephanie May, giving her the affection she so desperately needs – the closure she needs from him. I don’t know if he’s kissed her. I’m fine either way. I know it’s not love.
There’s a knock at my door. Thirty minutes up.
I open it to find the only person in the world I can entrust this mess of a woman to.
“It smells like sex and shame in here,” Eva says grimly. She’s giving me shit, but she’s not making light of it. “What am I getting into? This better be worth it. I was supposed to have a group project meeting tonight and I blew them off for your thing.”
I motion for Ian to bring the woman of the hour forward. When she sees Eva, I can’t tell if she’s wary or intrigued.
A whistle ekes out of Eva’s lips. “You weren’t kidding when you said you had a trip of a date for me tonight. Wait, this ain’t your sloppy seconds, is it? I’ve got boundaries, woman.”
I shake my head. “We didn’t have sex with her,” I murmur. “We warmed her up. Got rid of that shit that makes her such an asshole. She needs someone else to fuck her out of oblivion.”
Eva raises two immaculate eyebrows. “Flattered you thought of me first. Is she even…?”
“It’s not going to matter for her tonight. She’s so blitzed out she would probably take a gangbang with three men and four women with strap-ons.”
“I can only help her with one of those things.” Eva shakes her head. “She’s cute, and I don’t usually say no to a cute sub begging for release, but she ain’t drunk, is she?”
“Only on spankings. Where you take her next is up to you, but we’re done.”
“Hey.” Eva nudges past me and approaches Stephanie, who is spilling out of Ian’s hold as he gently passes her to my friend. They make quite the… couple. “So, you don’t know me, and I barely know who you are, but apparently you’re in need of an experienced Top to finish this job for my friends. You can say no. Otherwise I’m here to take you away and make you feel good for the rest of the night. Sound good?”
“I mean… I’m already feeling pretty good…”
“Fine. Make you feel better. Goodness, look at your ass. What is that? A belt?” Eva sighs. “They’re a rough bunch around here. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and all dirty again.”
As Eva escorts Stephanie May from my apartment, she mouths that I owe her. I’m glad to be rid of Stephanie, however. It was fun breaking her down a bit, but what she needs now is beyond the scope of my relationship with Ian.
Speaking of whom, I put my hand on his chest and peck his lips. He’s about to encircle me with his arms, but I push away, telling him there’s a quick thing I want to check before succumbing to anything I feel after a night like tonight. Him and his hard-on have to wait.
In one of my drawers I have an address book dedicated to lawyers. That’s right. Lawyers. I may not have designer friends, but I know a shitton of lawyers in various fields of expertise. The one I look up is a man I Topped a few years ago. He thinks the sun rises and descends on my ass, so he’ll probably give me a discount.
Gunther Moore – Child Custody And Alimony. Last I heard, Gunther also did good work for widows’ rights.
I’ll call him in the morning. Stephanie didn’t take my money, so I should at least help her get her kid back and some of her late husband’s money so she doesn’t become the next tale of an ex-actress living on the streets. Don’t think she has the personality to handle that.
“You’re too kind to someone like her,” Ian says, looking over my shoulder. “The woman was blackmailing you and making your life hell. Why would you do any of that?”
I put the address book away. “Because I can understand her to a point. She shouldn’t have done what she did, but I understand her now. I don’t think she’s a bad person. I think she’s had a bad time of a few things.”
“Uh huh.” Ian curls his arms around me and pushes his hard cock against my ass. “By the way, we have a big problem going on down south. It’s called fix these blue balls before I end up in the ER.”
I snort. “You didn’t think you were going to get to fuck her, did you?” I saw the way he was looking at her. Ian’s told me that he enjoyed the way she felt around his cock all those weeks ago. I mean, he’s a red-blooded man.. Of course he did. Doesn’t mean I want him sticking it in her again.
“I didn’t think that for a single second, but excuse me, smacking a woman in the ass that much and watching her get off on it is going to make me hard. For you, of course.”
“Of course, my love.”
He grabs my breasts, pinching my nipples through my dress before moving one hand toward my thighs. “Let’s skip the movie,” he mutters, fingers hooking beneath my hem and pulling my skirt up. “Don’t tell me that didn’t make you wet enough to take me.”
“Hm. Probably.”
That’s an invitation to test me out, Ian. Go ahead.
I’m so not disappointed when he does, rubbing my slit and feeling how wet I am. “Let’s take this party to the other room.” Before I can protest, give him permission, or otherwise speak, Ian lifts me up into his arms and turns toward my bedroom. I loop my arms around his neck and laugh like the besotted idiot I am.
My bed shakes as I land on it, Ian pulling my legs over the edge and beating his hands into the comforter on either side of my head. Moans escape my lips as I open my legs without question. I played a cool game, but I am aroused. Man, woman… it’s true. It doesn’t matter the sex or gender of someone you’re Topping. You will have a preference, probably, but if it goes right you will be so fucking horny by the end of it that all you can think about is filling your cunt with whatever’s handy. Like your boyfriend’s cock.
I don’t want more foreplay. I want Ian inside of me, thrusting away until I can’t even fucking see anymore. I want to feel us connected, in body and heart, his grunts for him, for me, for what we’re creating together.
But I don’t get him yet, even though he’s ripping aside my underwear and pulling his rigid cock out of his pants. No, the asshole dares to bend down and kiss me, pushing his tongue down my throat as I grab the back of his head with my shaking hands.
How dare he be affectionate.
“Stop being so considerate and fuck me,” I hiss, clawing his shirt and pulling my legs higher into the air. “I know you want to, so do it.”
I sound like the Domme I’m still playing. Hey, I don’t mind that sort of situation. Ian’s more than welcome to follow my orders, especially if it gets him fucking me, pinned against my bed or not.
Who said I had to be on top to Top?
“You’re right,” he grunts, holding my legs up as he pushes his tip into my wet entrance. “I do want to fuck you.”
That tone to his voice. That glint in his eye. He’s still in the head of a Dom as well.
This is… going to be interesting.
Sure enough, the next two minutes are a loud, pleasure-feasting blur as Ian drives himself into me, sparing the gentleness as he takes me roughly enough to put me in my place. I don’t fall for that, however. Didn’t he see me out there? This is my house. That was my sub I was sharing with him. He should feel honored that I let him express any sort of domination at all tonight. And now he thinks he’s going to overpower me? He thinks this sex we’re having is about me deferring to him?
I don’t think so.
I bite his lip, hearing him groan in my ear as he uses all of his strength to keep me down. His body, his determination is making me so hot that I feel my body opening up to take every fucking inch of him. Ian’s kisses are both a blessing and sheer poison. They make me do things I would never otherwise consider.
“Fuck me, my prince.” I’m embarrassingly famished, but not so much that I care what comes out of my mouth. All I care about is what’s going in my other lips. “Fuck me and claim me as yours.”
To my utter horror, Ian pulls out, his cock wet from me and the precum coming out of the head. Fine. If he won’t fuck me, then I’m going to take care of this damned erection that’s probably causing my poor Ian so much discomfort.
Just as I’m about to kneel and put my lips on his cock, however, he pushes me back down, turning me over and lifting my ass into the air.
“Shut up,” he mutters, hooking his hands beneath my thighs so they’re spread and ready for him to enter me again. “The only words I want to hear from you are the sounds of you coming.”
Try me, Ian.
All right, ah shit, I am pathetic and ridiculous. The moment he thrusts into me, wrapping his hand in my hair and holding me down by the neck so I can’t even lift my head, I’m done.
I’m his.
His.
Body, mind, soul. It scares me how quickly I slip into this role. I don’t even think about it. I do it, because it feels right, and because I want it.
I’m not scared anymore. If anything, I feel empowered, because this man understands me and won’t let me feel anything but aroused and pleasured.
Oh, and him too, I guess.
“Are you mine, Katie?” he asks, stilling himself inside me, his cock wedged deep and filling me to every brim I possess. “At the end of the day, do you belong to me?”
My fingers grip my bedspread. I want to cry, because I’m so hungry for release that this man is torturing me. He’s so close to taking me to the edge and over it. If he went another thirty seconds…
“Yes, sir,” I whimper. “I’m yours.”
“Then you better make sure I know.”
He moves again.
I start to die.
“Yes, please, fuck me, sir!” I can only lift my arms, but my hands are content to stay splayed against the bed. My head is heavy beneath his palm. My breasts are crushed beneath me. My knees dig into the edge of my bed, my ass so high that every stroke of his cock pushes deeper and deeper within me. I feel him swell, pulse, and share his skin with mine until it’s so divine that I sob in gratitude. “Take me!”
I want him to come as much as I want to come. I want to feel it spread through me like burning fire, to claim me, to mark me as his for the rest of my life. I know he’s mine. I’ll always know that this man belongs to me. Right now, though, I need to feel the undying truth that my body and my heart belong to him as well.
Go ahead, Ian. Take me however you please.
Punish me.
When he spanks the side of my ass, holding himself inside me, I am neither surprised nor scared. I feel shocks of pleasure zip through me. The pain is… exquisite.
“You’re out there, telling me what to do, making me touch another woman while you got to have all the fun of fucking with her head.” Another spank. I shriek into the comforter, willing my legs apart so he can claim all of me. “You get me so hard that it’s taking every ounce of my self-restraint to keep from being an uncontrolled beast out there. Do you know what I wanted to do, Katie?”
I whimper. “No, sir. What did you want to do?”
I yelp as he spanks me again. “I wanted to fuck that ass you made me get so red. You made me want to throw you on the floor and fuck you like this in front of that woman. I wanted to punish you both for turning me into this animal that I am.”
You didn’t, Ian. I let a smile trickle across my lips. “I’m sorry, sir. Please, punish me.”
“Oh, I will.”
I don’t know how he does it. I don’t know how he keeps himself from coming, even though he must be so far on the edge that he’s about to tip over at any moment. Is it to make a point to me? That he can hold himself back as long as necessary? Is it to punish me, because he knows I want him to come inside me? It’s a reward, Kathryn. Your Dom isn’t going to reward you with his seed until you’ve performed your duties.
My fingers pull against my flesh as I reach behind me, trying to open myself to him, stretching my body to its limits as he pushes his body to his own limits. We’re going to die like this. I’m going to die.
“Are you mine, Katie?” he asks again, fucking me harder, faster. I’m so close. My toes are tingling, my breasts are begging to be touched, and the depths of my core are stroked by the head of his cock every other second. I feel my wetness slide down my thighs every time he pulls out far enough. My clit, as I reach between my legs and rub it, is so engorged and sensitive that I almost can’t come near it. Finally, I drop my hand, content to feel only him inside me. “Are you my sub?”
“Yes, sir!” It’s coming. Orgasm is taking control of me, my inner walls holding him within me so he can’t dare to escape again. “I’m yours!”
“Is your body mine?” He sounds crazed, and I don’t doubt for a second that he’s waiting for the right moment to unleash every bit of frustration festering inside him. “Even though you’re a Domme, you belong to me, right?”
I hear his words, but my body is full of so much undying, unrelenting release that everything is trembling, including my voice. “Yes! Please! Please come inside me!” I want to feel his warmth before I come down from the high that is shattering my brain.
I don’t.
My orgasm subsides, and I’m… dead. That’s the only word to describe me. I can’t move a thing. Even though I came that hard, he still didn’t. Within a few seconds, however, he’s pulling out of me with a groan. I barely have time to register the sensation between my legs before he turns me onto my back and takes a step away from me.
“On your knees. Now.”
You don’t disobey a command like that. Not with that tone shaking you to the very bare bones of your being. So even though I’m completely through in my body, I do what my Dom commands, sliding off the edge of my bed and getting on my knees in front of him.
I think I’m going to finish him with my hands and mouth, but he’s ahead of me.
Way ahead of me.
“Tell me you want it,” he growls, his hand wrapped firmly around his cock. “Tell me!”
My heart is beating so fast that I think I might be sick. My eyes widen. My thighs are so wet at the thought that I am this close to asking him to fuck me again.
“Yes, sir,” I say, forcing my chin up so I look right into his hazel eyes. “Give it to me.”
I mean it.
Nevertheless, I shriek when he finally climaxes, the first wave of seed hitting me right in the face.
It’s on my skin. It’s in my hair, It’s hitting my dress and sinking into my cleavage. He’s not even being careful with his aim. Ian is too lost in finally getting his relief that all that matters is coming anywhere on me, although I do not doubt his intent to cover my face in his cum.
It shatters me. When he’s done, sighing in such tremendous relief, I fall forward onto my hands and feel his seed descend my cheeks and neck. I taste it at the corner of my lips. Oh, God.
That was… the hottest thing. This is the hottest thing.
Ian sits on the bed behind me. “Kathryn?”
I laugh. Speckles of seed fall on my carpet with every movement of my facial muscles. “You fucking asshole.”
Harder, I laugh. I feel him tense behind me. Yet I am about to cackle, because here I am, begging for a man to come on my face.
I feel claimed. Comfortable. Freed.
My hand pats his foot. “Go start the shower, asshole. You’re going to wash every drop of this shit off me.”
He moves. A gentle hand rubs the top of my head. “Fair enough, my queen.”
A smile cracks through my visage. I watch Ian go into my bathroom, stripping out of his clothes. Such pretty, clean skin. Would be a shame if we got out of the shower and I happened to straddle his face in bed.
You see? Two can play at this game of Dom vs. Domme.
