Текст книги "Fight You"

Her face? Hilarious. Intriguing. Exquisite. It takes her a few seconds to realize what I’ve said. What I’ve implied. Behind her stands this pretty woman who looks a good mixture of saucy and willing to obey. Whatever makes her the most money.

Ah, Kathryn, you didn’t think the long game here. You thought we were coming here merely to have sex? Maybe play around with some toys? We could do that anywhere. This mansion is one of the only places to have a full, private experience.

Ever think I wanted to have that experience with you?

“Go on,” I say, taking a seat in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. From here, I have an excellent view of everything. The bed. The open area.

The women.

I don’t know what frame of mind Katie arrived in. Vanilla? Submissive? Either way, she was clearly not expecting to dominate anyone tonight. Let alone a woman.

It’s every man’s fantasy, isn’t it?

“Oh, absolutely,” Kathryn says, hands on hips. “I’m sure you’d love to see me have sex with another woman.”

“Who said anything about sex?” I ask Judith for a drink, and she responds with alacrity, going to a small wet bar in the other corner to pour me a scotch. “You don’t even have to touch her, darling.”

Judith brings me a glass, eyes downcast and smile on her face. If nothing else, she finds our lovers’ quarrel amusing.

Kathryn, on the other hand, is still staring me down as if I’ve betrayed her.

“Katie.” I extend my arm and take her by the fingers. Slowly I draw her toward me, keeping my visage soft. “We’re here to have some fun. I know how much you love to Domme.”

Her cheeks suck into her mouth. “I’ve never done that with a woman, though.” Her voice is low, and Judith does her best to not look like she’s listening.

But she is.

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. These women are professionals, and from my short conversation with both Judith and Monica, I discovered that the former is the second-in-command to the latter around here. That means she’s second only to Monica Graham when it comes to reading people and deducing what makes them tick.

I can only imagine what she’s thinking about us.

“I’m sure you’d rather dominate me, Katie, but we work with what we’re given. Besides…” I rub her arm, hoping she feels some comfort from my presence. “I’ve always wanted to see you work up close like this. You don’t perform at The Dark Hour.”

She’s quick. “Neither do you.”

We enter an uncomfortable silence. A silence that isn’t broken until Judith sinks down to her knees and crawls the short distance to my side.

She’s gorgeous. Especially at this angle, where I can see straight down her generous cleavage and that round ass in the air. I can’t help but smile.

“My only wish is to serve,” she says sweetly. It’s rehearsed, the voice practiced, but she’s providing a fantasy and that’s all we need from her. “Male or female, it makes no difference. However…” Judith touches my pant leg. Instantly, Kathryn lowers her arms and widens her eyes. “If the Mistress is not up for the job, Master…”

Her hand curls around my thigh. She winks at me, and it’s not in flirtation.

It’s because she knows how Kathryn will react.

“Get away from him.” Kathryn is behind the third wheel, hand itching to clutch that long hair and give it a good yank. “Who the fuck gave you permission to touch him?”

Judith snatches her hand away from me. At least she was kind enough to give my cock a brief caress. “Please, Mistress, I meant no offense…”

“Get up!” Katie yanks on Judith, pulling her to her feet. “You don’t get to touch him, do you understand me?”

There’s a wild look in her eye. One I haven’t seen since the first time I Topped her. Now that it’s not used on me, it’s… well, it’s pretty hot.

What man doesn’t want to watch a Domme go at another woman?

Especially if it’s for his amusement?

“I understand, Mistress.” Judith attempts to hide her smile, but we can all see it. The thrill of a girl who is about to get what she deserves. I pegged Judith as more of a Top who will bottom for a dollar, but maybe she’s a switch after all. Or at least for the right people. Ah, what a nice ego stroke. “I will not touch him, but I do need someone to touch me.”

“I bet.” Kathryn towers over Judith, her wavy blond hair falling in currents over her sparkling dress. She’s a femme fatale in her heels and body-hugging dress, With her smoky and red makeup, and her jewelry that twinkles in this electric candlelight, I want to take her into my arms, to kiss that pulsing neck and feel her heat all over my body. Angry Kathryn is a fun one to fuck. Let me bend her over that large bed and have her while she screams the nastiest filth.

I drink some of my scotch before anyone sees my twisting lips.

“Tell her what she is, Kathryn,” I say with a little too much conviction.

She looks down at Judith, still kneeling on the floor with her hair scraping the carpet and her short dress bunching around her ass.

“I’d rather hear her say it.” Manicured nails graze Judith’s cheek as Kathryn tilts that head back and looks into large eyes. “A woman who takes money in exchange for pleasure. A woman who instantly goes for the man I came here with? The man I will have tonight? Not only is she brazen enough to defy my wishes, but she’s lowlier than what she actually is. Now say it. Say what you are.”

Judith looks between us, her mouth turning down but her eyes glistening in excitement. Good to know we can have some fun tonight.

“I’m nothing more than yours, Mistress.”

We’re silent. That’s not what Kathryn was looking for, and we all know it. I’m trying not to laugh at the insolence on her face.

“Mine, you say. When we all know you would rather have that cock over there. Well, do I have some news for you, my dear.” She bends down, pushing her mouth toward Judith’s ear. “No one’s getting that cock but me tonight.”

“Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.”

“Stand up. You need to be taught a lesson. Namely that you don’t flirt with another woman’s man.”

I’ve never seen this side of Kathryn before. Not like this. It’s everything I expected.

It’s hot. The way she’s acting possessive over me. Acting like she’ll kick this girl’s ass for even looking at me. You know, Judith’s plan all along. Flirt with me. Get punished.

She knew how to awaken the Domme in Kathryn. For that, she’ll be getting a generous tip. We’ll see what more she can earn tonight.

“What are these rags you’re wearing?” Kathryn pulls on the flimsy straps of Judith’s dress. The girls here are paid well enough to buy designer outfits, and even I recognize the make of this black dress. Yet if you believe Kathryn, Judith is dressed like a pauper. “Take it off.”

We wait while Judith unzips the back of her dress and lets it pool at her feet. She’s wearing lacy black underwear beneath. Probably a staple around here. For good reason. She’s stunning in it, her pale skin contrasting exquisitely with the dark bra and panties.

“Over here.”

Kathryn hauls our feminine sub to the end of the bed and leaves her standing there while searching for the drawer of goodies every one of these rooms has. You can’t see them right away, and in this room all the BDSM tools for the client are tucked in a black chest near the bed.

Straps. Handcuffs. Implements of mild torture. Enough balms and lotions to soothe any ragged ass.

Judith smiles at her treasure of goodies. I do love a switch at these places. Especially if that switch has a touchy personality but knows how to take a good spanking.

Ideally, I think that’s what I want to do to Katie.

I don’t have much time to think about that, however. My scotch is half gone and the girl who would get me another one is being tied to a hook in her own ceiling.

Kathryn has to slip off her shoes and climb onto the bed to string up Judith. The black silk binds loop through an elastic hook and are tied snugly around each wrist. Black lace hugs the round flesh of Judith’s lovely ass. An ass I’m given a greater view of when Kathryn hops off the bed, rummages through the chest, and pulls out a spreader bar.

Those long legs part. I’m the most arrogant bastard in the world as I sip my scotch and watch a woman’s supple flesh jiggle with every slight twist of her hips.

It’s about to get better. Kathryn just pulled out a leather paddle.

A rush of blood consumes me. How can it not? I’ve never seen Kathryn like this before. I know this is how she naturally is, but I’ve spent so long now trying to deconstruct it so I can reconstruct her into a good sub that there’s never been a chance to see Kathryn Alison, Domme, in action.

She says she’s never Topped a woman before. You’d never guess from the way she teases the small of Judith’s back with the end of the paddle.

“I want to hear you admit it, pet,” Kathryn says with a sick snarl. “Admit that you were going to fuck what’s mine.”

“What’s mine.” She means me. A Domme’s jealousy… it’s both dangerous and hot.

“I was, Mistress,” Judith says, loud enough for me to hear on the other side of the room. “I was going to fuck him.”

Doesn’t matter if she actually was or not. The point is to make Judith admit she needs to be punished. Something all three of us want.

“Were you?” Kathryn caresses Judith’s face, pulling her long hair out of the way by casting it over a bare shoulder. “What were you going to do? Suck his cock? Swallow his cum? Climb in his lap and fuck him?” The paddle taps Judith’s ass. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her whole body deliciously shiver.

Hello there, me, you’re quite hard, aren’t you?

“Or were you going to bend over this bed and let him pummel this pretty pussy of yours, your screams begging him to turn you into the dirtiest slut this house has ever seen?”

Oh, Katie, you project too much.

“That one, Mistress. I wanted him to fuck me until I passed out.”

You know, I’m imagining this. Me, Judith, that big bed while Kathryn watches. I can’t help but wonder if she would actually get off on something like that – watching me fuck another woman, that is. I can’t believe it. She’s too jealous right now, and all Judith did was touch my thigh and imply she wanted me to Top her. I didn’t say I would. I wasn’t going to, because I want to see Katie dole our justified punishment.

In the club, I love to sit and watch a feminine sub put on a show like this. Doesn’t matter if it’s a man or woman giving it to her. I usually don’t watch the Dom, since that’s not the person getting me off, so it doesn’t matter who it is. Tonight? I’m so enthralled by Katie’s liquid movements that I almost miss the pinking of Judith’s ass when the paddle lands on the left cheek. A yelp echoes in the room. The silk binds twist in the air as Judith pulls against them.

Blood goes straight to my cock. Just like blood is going straight to Judith’s flesh, making it so red with every smack of the paddle.

Kathryn pays careful attention to the whole area. She strikes both cheeks, the back of Judith’s thighs, and even part of her calves, although not as hard. She’s sure to spread the love all over, which doubles as a protection to places already struck. It’s the same way I spanked her the other night. Not that I doubt for a second that Kathryn already knows how to do this. I only know this is her first time doing it to a woman.

And I get to witness it.

Watching her move around Judith, whispering in her ear, caressing before striking, and then grabbing that pink ass is honestly one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if it’s because it’s two women, because it’s Kathryn, or because…

There’s something about the way Kathryn Dommes that makes me hard and sweaty.

I finish my drink and keep the empty glass to my lips. My eyes won’t leave the scene in front of me. As soon as Kathryn is finished spanking the poor girl – or lucky girl, really – she unties the binds and turns Judith around.

No longer can I see that pretty flesh, but I do see the exasperation on the cocky girl’s face. She’s no longer in a silly, flirty mood. She’s trembling in arousal, her eyes begging me to do something about this – namely, give her sexual relief.

Can’t do that, Judith. You’re Kathryn’s. You said so yourself.

Kathryn gets rid of the paddle. As she tosses it aside, her hand fondles the top of Judith’s breast, pulling down the front of her bra and pinching her nipple. The sound coming from the sub’s throat is like an angel’s

“Look at that man, sweetie.” Kathryn takes Judith by the chin and forces her face in my direction. Something metallic and sparkling dangles from the Domme’s hand. I think I recognize it, but I’m not sure. If I’m right? Oh, boy. Oh, boy. “He’s handsome, isn’t he? No wonder you wanted to fuck him. I have it on good authority that he’s a good Dom. You would’ve had a good time with someone like him.”

Clips and chains fall onto the bed. I was right.

This is gonna get good.

“You missed the memo, though. He’s my Dom.”