Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (83 page)

I narrow my eyes even more and hum on his cock. Yes, asshole. Come in my fucking throat in front of all these people.

He does.

It slams into the back of my throat as the first release comes. Ian’s seed spills into my mouth, and here I am, still working him in an attempt to make his climax harder for him. I want to see him combust on this couch.

Too bad he’s too controlled for that shit. I’m the only one who can smell his masculine scent, taste his musky seed, and feel the shivers rocking his body. As I take every burst of his cock in stride, I imagine the other Doms wishing they had a sub like me and the other subs wishing they had even half my talent.

Most of all, I imagine Ian rewarding me so well that I completely forget I’m in this club making my naughty debut as a submissive.

When I detach from him, seed dribbling from the side of my mouth, the hostess returns with our drinks. She tries to keep a calm face, but I can tell that the sight of Ian’s cock and the look on my face is making her eyes glaze over. From a woman who has worked here for as long as I’ve been coming? That’s an amazing compliment.

At least Ian waits until she leaves again to push my errant hairs behind my ears and speak. “You are too beautiful with my cum falling from your mouth like that.”

I take the napkin that came with my drink and touch myself up. “You like that? Sorry, I swallowed most of it already.”

That gets me a cheeky grin. “Come here and let me kiss you.”

I’m hoisted back into his lap, fingers gripping my double as Ian kisses my throat and rubs my breasts. The alcohol in my drink isn’t enough to completely wash away the taste of my Dom’s virility, and for that… well, I’m grateful.

Ian glances at his watch. “You about ready to make your official debut, my sweet?”

The empty stage is calling to us. “If that is your wish, sir.”

He tugs on my collar. “My wish is to make you happy and love on you for the rest of my life.” Ian grins. “And to make sure this whole club knows who you belong to.”

If they don’t know by now, I’m not sure we can really help them.

Ian looks down into his lap. “Perhaps it would be best to wait a few minutes,” he says, zipping himself back up.

Yeah, we don’t have
that
kind of show planned, although I don’t doubt he would get hard again. In fact, he probably went ahead and came before going on stage to get any potential frustration out of the way.

Just as someone approaches us, I get a text from Eva.
“Ew. I need bleach for my brain. Thanks for the lovely image.”

“No problem,”
I text back.
“Maybe you learned something?”

“Ewwwwww I stopped watching once I realized what you’re doing. Girl, that’s Ian Mathers’s dick. Go brush your teeth.”

I turn off my phone, glancing up and catching the stupidest grin in the universe on my best friend’s face as her submissive friend crawls all over her.

“Guess I’ll have to take some notes from you in the future, Alison.”

I dump my phone in my clutch and look up at Lana Andrews, still making the rounds. Ian puts his arm around me, not that I need any protection from
this
woman. Not right now, anyway.

“Glad you could learn something,” I say, feeling Ian squeeze my knee. In what? Warning? Honey, I don’t care if you’re the most masterful Dom in the universe, you can’t stop me from defending myself. Noble of you to try to intervene on my behalf, however.

Lana’s mouth is twitching, and I can’t tell if she’s about to start laughing or snorting in derision. “So would now be an awkward time to mention the news I heard on the grapevine? I heard the council was about to support your little museum project.”

“Who did you hear that from?” Ian asks.

“My friend Colleen from the council. She and a few others have been to The Grand since the reopening and, protestors aside, are impressed.” Lana looks at me. “I guess you’ll be getting to start your project soon after all. Good for you.” Finally, she lets a smile cross her wrinkle-free face. “Looks like all sorts of good things are happening for you recently. I’m kind of jealous.”

I see the way she eyes Ian, and in his post-climax euphoria, he’s reveling in it. I slap one arm across his chest and let a flicker of Kathryn the Domme overcome my demeanor. “He’s mine, Andrews. And I’m not in the mood to share.”

Ian chuckles. “You heard the woman. Maybe next time.”

Fat chance, buddy. If I’m having a fun time with another couple, it is definitely not going to be the Andrews. How about some standards?

“Touché. Well, if you two are going to run around this club fucking in front of everyone, at least make sure it’s as hot as what happened there.”

“Oh, didn’t you hear?” Ian says. “Kathryn and I are due on stage for her grand debut as the prettiest submissive in this desolate wasteland they call sin.”

The look she gives me is practically predatory.

“Looking forward to it.” That’s the last thing she says before waving her fingers at us and stepping away. I am neither flummoxed nor inspired, so I guess that’s good.

“Ready?” Ian kisses my forehead. Now
that
inspires me. “It’s about time this club knows who you really are.”

Who I really am.

Who I really am.

I was afraid of my real identity a few weeks ago. Back when I went to Ian and told him I wanted to explore my submissive side. I didn’t think I could handle it. I thought I would die, spiritually and emotionally. Now? It feels like nothing. When I think of submitting, I think only of Ian, the man taking me by the hand to help me off the couch before latching onto my leash and bringing me forward.

As long as it’s him, I can do anything my heart and body desires.

People part as we walk through the club, Ian holding my leash over his shoulder with that look of, “See what I have and you don’t?” all over his face. It shouldn’t endear me to him as much as it does. This man’s possessiveness once frightened me. Who was he to say that I was
his?
Now I realize it’s not about controlling my life or stripping me of my agency. Ian isn’t that kind of man.

No, what he offers me as my Dom is something I’m about to share with the whole world.

Ian signals to the same hostess from earlier that we would like to begin. She nods, finishes her current job, and hops on the stage while we wait in the wings.

The nerves are starting to settle in again. Ian takes my wrist as the lights go down and the stage is lit up in an array of purples, blues, and hints of red.

“God save us,” I mutter.

He sucks in his breath. “Yes, we need all the holy intervention we can get.”

Don’t I know it.

Chapter 29

KATHRYN

We forego any formal introduction. Not that people usually do introductions around here. Usually they hop on the stage and get to it, but for Dom or sub debuts, the club usually likes to do a bit of a talk so everyone knows exactly what’s going on.

Ahahaha. As if people don’t know what’s going on
tonight.

Ian stands tall, unwavering on the stage as he yanks on my leash. I take the first step, feeling every eye in the room move in my direction. Some of them think I’m hot. Some of them think I’m crazy. All of them think this is the most exciting thing to happen all night.

My knees shake in my boots. I hope nobody can tell.

The only sounds I hear are the beating of my heart and the jingle of my leash and jewelry. The audience is reverently silent. Thankfully, the lights keep me from seeing any faces beyond those closest to us, and I don’t know who most of those people are.

“Kneel.” Ian pushes my shoulders, forcing me to my knees at the edge of the stage. My hands clasp the wood beneath me. Suddenly I feel very small. Not in a bad way, but…

Vulnerable. I’ve never been vulnerable in front of so many people before.

“Most of you know this woman.” Ian’s voice is loud, carrying throughout the club known for its fantastic acoustics if you’re standing on stage. No doubt that even the people sitting in the back of the second story can hear him with that booming voice. “She’s got quite the reputation in this club, doesn’t she?”

A few whistles and claps make their way to my ears. I remain still, staring at the floor. My ponytail hangs limply on my shoulder.

“Everyone here knows Kathryn Alison for being the biggest Domme around.” Ian removes his jacket. He’s worn one of my favorite shirts, the pink silk one that he leaves unbuttoned on top. As he rolls up his cuffs and looks down at me, I feel that wash of lust take me over. Why isn’t he kissing me? Why aren’t his hands all over me? Why, for the love that is good and pure, isn’t his cock fucking me?

Oh, right, we’re in public.

“Dommes get a hard break around here, don’t they ladies?”

More cheers.

“You lovely pioneers of ass-kicking have a lot weighing on your shoulders. You always have to be on. We men expect such weird things from you, no matter how many times you tell us you’re not interested.” My Dom strokes the top of my head, weaving his fingers into my hair. “So it’s only natural that we wonder what it’s like to dominate such beautiful women.”

He yanks my ponytail so hard that I’m instantly looking up into the lights, a cry of pain tearing through my body.

The room is absolutely silent.

“When Kathryn came to me, I knew what she wanted. What she
needed.
” Even though my scalp burns, Ian soothes me when his other hand cups beneath my chin. My head rests against his stiffening cock. “Of course I was flattered that she wanted to submit to me. We hooked up a few times before that, but you all know how it is… two personalities like ours clashing together isn’t always the smartest idea. So imagine my surprise when Kathryn Alison showed up at my door and said she would hang up her whip if it meant sexual salvation.”

Inside my chest, my heart beats furiously. I’m aching in lust for this man. I’m burning in apprehension for myself. Although I can’t see the reactions out in the crowd, I know they’re wondering how much truth there is to Ian’s tale. It’s not that far off, is it?

He needs to keep going, though. Don’t leave the story hanging where it makes me look desperate and noncommittal, Ian.

“I’ve been a Dom for many years,” Ian continues. He eases his grip and pinches my ear. “I’ve seen all sorts of reasons women turn to submitting. Some love the sexual thrill. Others want to explore a darker side to their sexuality. Then there are women like Kathryn.”

He squeezes my shoulders, both hands encircling my throat, gently, but the pressure is so great that I’m convinced I need to struggle to breathe.

“Kathryn came to me because she needed release.”

Ian does not elaborate. Yet his tender touch sends waves of understanding through my body. Yes, Ian. I came to you for the release I craved for so long but didn’t know how to pursue. I sank deeper into the comfort of dominating without even considering how liberating it could be on the other side. Not until you showed me how life-changing it could be did I really make a turn for the better.

It helps that I also love you so much.

“Don’t look at this woman and assume she’s confused or misunderstood. Don’t judge her for her previous actions and those of today. I am humbled and honored that she has chosen to serve me. It will be my life’s goal to make sure she is taken care of and properly treated as a sub should be, but don’t think this makes her a
submissive
woman. I’m afraid the next time you see her in the boardroom she’ll still be slamming her boot into your balls.”

I think I hear laughter.

“The woman you see before you debuts tonight as a sub…
my
sub. No other man will have her the way I do, but we can give you a taste of what it means to be us. A part of my Katie’s journey on the path to pure release is confessing everything that makes her… well…”

Ian steps away, leaving me alone at the front of the stage. When I feel him near me again, it’s to have my arms spread above my head and attached to two elastic binds hanging from the ceiling. The tension in my shoulders instantly brings me pleasure.

Or is it the sensation of not being able to escape?

“Tell them, Kathryn. Tell them why you’re here tonight.”

My words are lost. I know what words I want to say, but getting my mouth, my tongue, and my lips to cooperate is like trying to wake up when the rain falls outside and the man you love is wrapped tight around you. The kind of mornings I want to experience every day for the rest of my life.

“I’m here because I need to be freed.”

I don’t expect to cry. Yet one hot tear makes its way down my cheek, and I’m blinded by the lights shining above me. Ian pats my head and touches the top of my spine.

“And how does binding you like this free you, my darling? Seems like it would do the opposite.”

I’m too hung up on him calling me “darling” in front of these people. When his words finally sink in, I respond, “They keep me in place, so I don’t have to worry about going anywhere.”