Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (29 page)

No way can I forget what happened this weekend. I went too far with him… yet he proved to be a better man than I ever thought in how he handled it after the fact.

All this time I’ve thought Ian Mathers was a stuck-up rich boy who indiscriminately used women because, well, that’s what men in these circles do. So many enter BDSM as Doms because they wanna spank and choke women who line up to have it happen to them. Sure, lots of them have great relationships, but as a woman, let alone a Domme, I’m always wary of a Dom’s true intentions.

Maybe Ian isn’t any of those things. He’s a decent guy. Maybe a great one.

I want a relationship with him.

Now hear me out. I’ve thought a lot about this. I’m not… in love with the guy. Not like that. Besides, let’s be honest. He and I are so same that we’re too different for each other. I don’t want to be a sub fulltime. I barely want to do more exploration into that side of myself.

This is why it won’t work out between him and me. Not on a serious relationship front.

He knows that too. That’s probably why he hasn’t made a move on me since I got here.

“I’ll do it,” I say. “What do you need? Administrative work?”

“Somewhat. I need help keeping the contracts in line and making sure everything goes according to plan. It would be nice having one person I can trust instead of a few I barely know from Adam.”

“You trust me?”

He looks at me as if he should be the one asking
me
that. “You have a vested interest in the quick completion and success of this project. So, yes. That said, we start in a week. The sale will take about a month to complete, but until then we can start making the arrangements. I’ll also need you to write some copy for the press. You’re way more experienced at that than I am.”

Yup.

“Sounds good.” I can barely look at him right now. The more I do, the more I think about going to the couch and making a fool of myself.

Kissing him. Holding him. Feeling his hands on me as I do whatever the fuck I want to him.
Ugh!

I’d destroy him.

He’d destroy me.

This wouldn’t be a volatile relationship at all.

“Ian,” I say after a few moments of silence. “We need to talk. About the other thing.”

He pours himself another drink. “Sure.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot since I left here Sunday.” I don’t know how I should approach this. Physically or verbally. On one hand I want to hold his hand and confess everything I feel. On the other? I want to hold myself to this chair and never look him in the eye. There is still a lot I’m coming to grips with in my heart and mind.

My body, meanwhile, knows damn well what it wants.

“Let’s face it, Ian, we’re in a thick forest here with few breadcrumbs to get out. Especially if we’re going to work together.”

He smiles at my analogy. I melt a little inside. Even this cold Domme has ways of unwinding. Fuck, I’m thinking like him.

“What’s going on here, exactly?”

The smile fades. That’s right, buddy, I’m gonna make
you
talk now.

“I figured this is casual. If it ever happens again.” He drinks. “Vanilla sex, that is.”

Only people like us would have to specify that it’s vanilla. “So, hooking up like we did those first couple of times.”

“Preferably with a bed here and there, yes.” That smile is back.

“All right.” Casual sex. I think I can handle that. “So we’re not a…
thing.
”

“It wouldn’t work out, Katie.”

Every time he says my name like that, I want to shiver. This time, I go for it, letting my whole body display what he does to me. “After this weekend, that is very clear.”

“It’s nobody’s fault. Just how we are.”

“That’s the thing.” I can’t believe I’m saying this. I can’t even believe I’ve been constantly thinking about this for days. Every time I close my eyes, I see him towering over me, whispering filth into my ear as he gets ready to smack me, hold me down,
come inside me.
I’m disgusted and turned on all at once. “What if it’s not how I am?”

He’s intrigued, but listening.

“What if I am a switch?”

“Katie…”

“I’m serious. What we did Saturday night was fucking hot. No, I wasn’t ready for a lot of it… but I think I could do it again in the future.”

“
Katie.
”

“No, listen to me. I couldn’t be your fulltime sub, Ian, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep exploring…” Does he want to say something? I don’t let him. “There’s a lot we could offer each other in that department.”

“You’re talking about trying to submit some more?”

“Yes. I could only do it with you.”

Ian leans forward, those sharp eyes of his coming dangerously close even though he’s still an easy five feet away. “Why?”

I feel vulnerable. More vulnerable than when I was handcuffed to his bed getting ready to be fucked bareback for the first time. “I trust you,” I try to say with conviction. However, my voice trembles. Only a little.

“You’re asking a lot of me.” There’s a growl in his throat. Not one trying to overpower me, but a side of his true self. “This weekend was emotional for me as well. You put me through a lot of ups and downs. I would be at the whims of your emotions and what you can handle on any given day.”

“I don’t mean all the time, Ian. Maybe just… once in a while. In between the casual hookups.”

“You’re blurring lines, Katie. That’s more dangerous than dunking your head into the pot full splash.”

“I don’t care!” I stand up. My stomach hurts, my teeth grit, but I won’t let this man tell me what I do or do not want. “Fact of the matter is, I need this. I need to know if this is something I really want, or if I’m confused. You’re the only man who can help me. You’re the only one I can
trust
with that side of myself.”

He also stands. When we’re like this, we can’t overpower the other person. We’re too equal. It’s both a comfort and a disappointment.

“And why should I bother?”

My heart beats with the power of a thousand hooves. Even so, I square my shoulders and show him that I’m not a woman who backs down from what she wants.

And I want him.

“Because the thought of breaking me down, of building me back up into your perfect sub who trusts you implicitly turns you so the fuck on that your dick can hardly stand the pressure in your pants.”

When he doesn’t respond aside from glaring me down, I decide it’s time for me to take my leave. I pick my purse up, thank him for the drink, and head toward the door.

I’m barely there, my hand on the knob, when his heavy strides come up behind me and latch the door shut again.

“You will be mine,” he snarls into my ear. His hand is above my head, holding the door closed while his body presses me into it. Yet he doesn’t touch me.

I want him to touch me. My body is on fucking fire and only he can stomp out these flames. Fuck me.
Fuck me.

“You will be mine. Your body, your mind, and your heart. You will not disobey me. I will punish you for disobeying me. I
will
break you down. I’ll erase everything that makes you a Domme when we’re together. You will be turned into my perfect specimen.”

His hips thrust against me. I gasp. I can feel his cock hardening against my clothed ass.

“Can you believe I went easy on you last time? I won’t do that again. You will know who I really am as a Dom. I am going to find out who you really are as a sub.”

I can’t find any words. Shit, shit. What is happening?

Why do I like this?

“All of this,” Ian’s hand grips my side before traveling to my breasts, squeezing one and then descending toward my thighs, “will be mine. You will call me sir. You will do what I say.”

I open my mouth.

“And you will like it. You will beg for more.”

His hands close in on my breast and thigh both. Deep down, I wish for him to take me right here. Right
now.

“You will feed my ego by making me the only man who sees that side of you. No one else has to know.”

Ian clamps his lips onto my neck, his tongue scorching hot against my skin as he sucks me, hard, attempting to mark me before I can leave his home. The only thing hotter is his breath entering my ear, followed by the menacing tongue.

“Are you mine… Katie?”

I whimper. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He releases me, and I’m slumped against his door. “You should probably go before I change my mind. You’re going to be a handful, and I need to figure out if I have the patience for it.”

I don’t feel like a handful right now. I feel liable to do whatever he says.

That’s what my body wants me to think.

“Night, Katie.”

I rush out the door, my purse bouncing on the floor as I stumble toward the elevator. I’m barely inside, letting the doors slide shut behind me, when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

“See you at work on Monday. Bring some extra folders for the materials I’m going to give you.”

The man is hot. The man is cold. He’s going to ruin me if I’m not careful.

I type the first thing I think of.
“BITE ME.
”

“I can do that too. Not on Monday, though.”

What have I gotten myself into? Since reuniting with Ian a few weeks ago...

I’m now so far in deep with him that I’m about to completely compromise who I am. And for what? To find out who I
really am?

My phone buzzes again.

“I look forward to training you.”

Training me. The man is going to train me to be a sub.
His
perfect sub. My boundaries are going to be pushed. My mind will dissolve. My body will be shoved to a brink I’ve never before comprehended.

I’m scared. I’m worried. I’m so anxious that my heart is pumping my blood in all sorts of different directions.

He’ll either kill me or turn me into a more perfect version of myself.

I can’t wait.

FIGHT YOU

Chapter 1

IAN

“Watch out!”

I barely have time to move before debris falls from the ceiling. It comes with a crack, like the roof splitting in two during a thunderstorm. Except no rain comes through the second floor. Instead, I’m left standing, glad that I have a hardhat on as two construction workers peer through the hole they created.

“Uh huh.” I make a note on my clipboard. That’s the third strike against this demolition company the Andrews hired.

We’re in the middle of the sale, but we agreed to have the Andrews cover some “minor demolition” while we wait. Normally they would never dream of doing this, but then they found out that they could get a nice tax break from the city if they pitched in with some of the construction. Or destruction. Either way, I see it as that extra fifteen-million we’re paying going to some good use.

Maybe. So far these people are about as reliable as an umbrella in a wind storm.

“Valerie,” I say, turning to my assistant behind me. “E-mail my father about this. I’m pretty sure that floor wasn’t supposed to be demolished, and we’re not going to cover the cost of fixing it.” I look to Lana Andrews, taking a tour with the foreman as if nothing has happened.

I’m in limbo. In so many ways. Right now my limbo consists of waiting for the sale to close so I can go ahead with the major construction that has to go on. My father has me on an unrealistic timeline. He wants this done in
three months
starting from the day we get the keys. We’ve hired the best construction company in the region. Same guys who have done many of our hotels in the past, but this is going to be a challenge even with a whole team on hand. Part of the reason my father wants this done yesterday is because of the extra money we have to sink. The faster we open, the faster we can make our money back.

Somewhere in his office, my father is having a meeting with our company’s head of personnel and the woman in charge of hiring staff. He’s also meeting with our head of marketing. They both have their work cut out for them.

It’s probably going to be a disaster.

Furthermore, I’m reminded of what a mess my life is when Kathryn Alison comes scurrying through the front doors, stopping only to accept a hard hat from a worker before proceeding inside.

She’s late.

Again.

She’s supposed to be my second-hand-man (woman?) Yet twice so far this week she’s been late. First time was traffic. Second time was having to turn around and grab something at home before getting here. Third time, today? I have no idea. I’m not really in the mood for her excuses.