Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (79 page)

Kathryn gives me a cursory lick before standing back up. She ties my hands behind my back again, and neither of us wants to laugh at my cock sticking painfully up with blue rubber circling the base. I’m trying not to think about it.

Shiiiiit.

“I know it hurts, baby.” That cooing both drives me up the wall and makes me want to do whatever the fuck she wants… especially if it means a happy ending for me. “You’re a good sport, though. So I’m going to give you the best thing possible.”

I don’t expect anything now.

“My pussy,” she whispers in my ear.

For a split second I allow myself to believe I get to fuck her. Only a split second, however, because soon I’m on my knees on the carpet, watching Kathryn shake off her shorts and underwear. Both are kicked across the room, until I’m staring up at her beautiful slit now covered in the finest blond hairs.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Kathryn sinks into the chair I was in, spreading her legs wide open so I see nothing but what’s between them. She’s wet. Really, really wet.

Did this do that to her?

“Tell me it’s what you wanted. And mean it.”

I mean, I’m looking right into your body, aren’t I, Kathryn? I’m always down for that. “There hasn’t been a moment where I haven’t wanted any part of you.”

Her domineering smile falters for a moment.

“Eat my pussy, Mathers.”

How the fuck do I say no to that?

Let’s get a grip. Whenever I’m between a woman’s spread legs, it’s because I’m spoiling her. This is true as a Dom and as… well, whatever this is. There are times I use it as a tool to bring her to the edge and then deny her orgasm, but usually, if I’m going down, my tongue dipping between folds and my nose inhaling the heady scent of a woman’s natural, sweet odor, it’s because she deserves to be spoiled.

Even this woman, with her arms crossed on her chest and her face as sour as a lemon orchard, deserves to be spoiled in the most intimate way possible.

Don’t get me wrong. I love doing it. With her. Kathryn’s scent and taste alone are enough to turn me into a slobbering mess of a man who gets lost in the world she creates, either as a Domme or a sub.

My tongue moves between her folds, flicking against her clit, dipping into her entrance, and teasing her with the tongue fuck I know she wants. The last time I did this, she screamed for nearly five minutes. When her hand snatches in my hair and holds me on her pussy, I think, well, there are worse ways to die. Might as well drown down here with my hands tied behind my back.

“Holy shit you’re hot.”

Saying that makes her wetter. A new taste hits my tongue, and I’m transported to conversations I’ve had with other Doms over the years. Depending on the man, eating a woman out – let alone a woman who has submitted to you – is considered weak and debasing. Those men are shit, assuming they’re looking for excuses to avoid giving their subs pleasure like this. Except, they say, you’re not supposed to
lower
yourself in this way.

I’m not lowering myself. I’m elevating her.

Kathryn tastes like ambrosia, as befitting a goddess of her Olympian standing. The deeper my tongue goes inside her, fucking her as my nose rubs her clit, the more I realize this Domme only cares about her sub idolizing her until she’s become one with the universe, the stars and planets around her.

I can do that for you, Kathryn. For you, that is the easiest thing in the world. I can’t imagine any woman more deserving than you.

You.

My Queen. My Goddess.

The woman I would marry and spend the rest of eternity with, if given the chance.

Can you feel it? Can you feel how eager I am as I lick, tickle, and fuck you? Do you like the way I sink my tongue so far in that you squirm enough to tell me that this is heaven to you? Do you like how the tip of my tongue comes out, covered in your wetness, and contours around your sweet clit? Your voice is firm, but your resolve is weakening. You want me to fuck you with my cock as much as I want to do it.

Any apprehension I felt when I walked up here is gone now. I don’t care if she ties me up. I don’t care if she puts a cock ring around my base and says, “Toughen up, Buttercup…”

I don’t even care if she pushes me onto the floor, crawling over my supine body, straddling my head, and sitting on my face until I can barely breathe.

“You like eating my pussy, huh?” Kathryn laughs, too amused for her own good. Meanwhile, I’m down here unable to answer because her pussy is rubbing all over my mouth, my nose, my fucking
forehead
as she marks me all over. “Tell me how much you love me with that thick tongue of yours.”

I mean, I thought that was a given.

Nevertheless, I obey, not that I wouldn’t anyway. Yet I’m elated to drive my tongue inside her, taking my chances to breathe whenever she lifts her hips off my flesh. She’s fucking my face as much as I’m fucking her folds. And it’s killing us both.

I want her. I want to feel her climax all over me, hear that beautiful voice scream, and
taste
her.

Kathryn doesn’t say anything. She’s too lost in the moment, driving her hips down on me, pulling my short hair, and bracing her feet against the carpet as she fills my mouth with her wetness. A lot of wetness. As she cries out, rhythmically taking me, I taste a wave of her sexual energy as it washes over my tongue and runs down the back of my throat. Is this what it feels like for her when I do the same in turn?

“Shit.” She rolls off me. My face is hot with her.
I’m
hot with her. And let’s not forget the damned hard-on making my life hell if I think about it too much.

I don’t want to think about it. I want to think about her body collapsing from orgasm, her chest heaving into the air with every languished breath.

“Kathryn,” I say, then correct myself, “I mean, Mistress…”

“What?”

I brave pulling my hand out of my binds. I caress her stomach, pushing my fingers into her cleavage and reveling in the shape of her breasts. Those hard nipples are about to puncture holes through her T-shirt.

“I love you.”

She lets me touch her. For some reason, that makes me grateful. I don’t think I could bear her denying me the gift of reveling in her beautiful, glowing body. That would be true torture.

Kathryn sits up, stroking my shoulder. “You must, if you’re lying naked on my floor with a cock ring and my cum all over your face.”

“Oh, is that what happened?”

I’m kissed, eased over, and straddled across the hips. Kathryn’s slick thighs rub against my skin, and I don’t think twice as my cock is guided into her.

We both sigh in contentment. Yet mine is short lived, because Kathryn moves, swallowing me inside her, claiming my cock with her entire body.

I don’t need to be told what to do. I don’t need Kathryn to command me, and I certainly don’t need to be talked to like a sub to satisfy this bucking woman.

My hands take her hips. My body lifts off the floor, thrusting into her, the cock ring making me frustratingly hard and unable to come as quickly as I would like. I don’t even know if I’m allowed to come inside her. It doesn’t matter. It’s forever her and me, and that’s all I need.

Our eyes don’t meet. Hers are closed, but mine are devouring her. There’s something magical about the way she fucks me. Although Kathryn has ridden me like this before, let alone after dominating someone, this is completely different. She’s losing herself to everything.
Everything.
The room. The city beyond these walls. The world. My body is merely a conduit for taking her to a higher, more orgasmic level of existence. I don’t know what it feels like for a woman to have sex. I will never know.

I do know what it feels like on this end. I feel like a
stallion.
Hey, don’t laugh. You get what I mean. One of those wild stallions that’s used to having his way across the open plains. Taking what I want, when I want. Then along comes this woman claiming she can tame and break me in. She captures me, traps me in her pen, and hops on for the ride of her life.

The longer this goes on, the more I’m convinced it’s possible for this stallion to accept a rider after all.

Just her, though. I don’t want anyone else having this privilege.

I think it’s safe to say she feels the same way about me.

It doesn’t take long for her to come again. I’m driving deep into her, searching for the most sensitive places a woman hides within her. Even though I know where they are, it feels like a more strenuous task when that woman is a Domme and you’ve got this blasted cock ring around you.

Kathryn is the most stunning specimen in the universe as she loses it all over me. It’s not only her clenching inner walls, or the bounce of her breasts within her shirt. It’s the way her hips slam against mine, the wetness covering my pelvis, the moans of exasperated pleasure, and the way she completely abandons everything holding her back from expressing how she really feels about me.

No words pass between us. They don’t have to.

“Fucking hell,” she finally relents, falling against my chest when she can’t bear to go any longer. Except she’s not about to forget me, her loyal man who has stayed hard – frustratingly so – this whole time. Kathryn inhales, forcing her chest upward as she kneels beside me and wraps her hand around my cock.

I lay back on the carpet. Might as well.

“Come for me, baby.” She squeezes, I grimace in painful pleasure. “You’ve earned it.”

She’s not gentle.

The ring makes it nearly impossible to come when I want, which is right now. Instead I’m stuck here, feeling orgasm at the edge of my body and brain while the loveliest woman in the world jacks me off and occasionally kisses my engorged tip. My cock is plenty wet from her riding me, and let me tell you, that sound of skin slipping against skin
alone
should be sending me to the moon.

Instead, it’s marking me with extreme agony. I take Kathryn’s wrist and groan, venting my annoyance.

“I wanna see you explode, Mathers,” she growls. “Do it for me.”

For you, Katie? I’ll come five times in a row.

Instead, I have to be content with one. A big one.

It begins in my core, expanding in heat and desire until I’m engulfed in such an intense climax that I think I might… well, no, I’m pretty sure I’m dying. This is truly,
surely
the feeling of a man on the brink of death. I’ve got a heart attack coming on, and the only one keeping me from keeling over is Kathryn, the woman rubbing my cock and coaching me through my orgasm.

I barely feel my seed land on my stomach, that’s how far gone I am.

When I do come back to the real world, I’m still groaning because of my poor, stupid cock which is struggling to go soft with the ring around it. Before I can be in a world of trouble, my Kathryn pulls it off and lets it hang from her lips as she massages her hands across my seed-covered skin.

If I were more connected to this world, I would find it so fucking hot.

Kathryn bends down and breathes into my ear. “I love you, too.”

My hand lands on her leg. “I’m ready to go to bed.” I’m so exhausted. Exhausted enough to sleep for the next twelve hours straight.

“Of course, love. I was about to head there myself when you showed up.”

I force a smile through my tired muscles. “And what were you going to do in bed?”

She rolls her eyes. “Sleep. Sorry that’s not exciting.”

Quite the contrary. Sleeping with Kathryn is the right level of excitement for me.

I go in the bathroom to clean up and take stock. Did that really happen? Was
that
what I was so apprehensive about? That wasn’t so bad. Then again, that wasn’t as heavy as I expected from a Domme… but Kathryn isn’t the kind of Domme that turns me off. No, if she was, then I wouldn’t be in this apartment trying to win her at all.

I wouldn’t be in love with her.

Kathryn’s in bed, hair down and wearing nothing but her T-shirt. I mean
nothing.
I get a kick out of seeing her push back the covers on the other side of the bed, flashing me her bare skin. Doesn’t take much to make me stir again, as exhausted as I am.

“So I’m staying the night?” I lean in the bedroom doorway. I’m still naked, but not shy for her of all women to see me soft. “I’m not banned from the queen’s intimate presence?”

“Of course not.” She pats the empty space beside her. “My man needs aftercare, anyway.”

Me. I need aftercare. That’s… well, it’s not funny. It’s not a riot. It’s not really anything in my mind. “You sure about that? I don’t think my boundaries were pushed
that
hard.”

Her look tells me to watch it.

Oh, I’ll watch it. Because I want to get in bed next to her, to watch the lights go out and feel her wrap around me, our skin caressing, teasing, and lips pushing together over and over again as we navigate the currents beneath these bed covers.

“Anything else you need from me tonight?” I comb my fingers through her hair, enjoying her body leaning against mine in her big bed. Kathryn has a softer mattress than I do. Softer covers, too, although I win in the sheet department.