Page 155 of The Dommes

I grab her hips, foisting her upon me as I bend down and bite the nearest nipple I can find. She squeals on her gag, her core clamping down on me as she starts to come. I didn’t tell her to hold back tonight. I’d prefer if she waited for me, but I’m ready enough to finish that I’ll let her start the festivities.

My thrusts are faster, harder, my body rushing with blood, with vitality, and insisting on taking this woman in ways she both knows and has never known. She opens, wide, and although she tightens up, she’s relaxed and ready. At its most primitive, this is her anticipating my desire so we can bond together forever.

It’s not going to get that far. What is going to happen, however, is my climax currently tearing through my body and making me cry out like the simple person I ultimately am.

In those few moments, I can appreciate another woman in her moments of ecstasy. Kathleen shudders, both around me and beyond me, her breath stilling in her chest, which does wonders for my ego in my moment of glory. Her breasts fit perfectly into my hands. This moment almost feels like fate. Almost, because I don’t believe in fate.

Even beneath the blindfold and gag, I think I love this woman.

My orgasm allows me to return to my senses. No longer do I feel like a hungry wolf on the prowl for their next kill. I don’t feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t take out my frustrations on something. I’m here. I did it. In the healthiest way I can comprehend.

Before fatigue can claim me, I untie my darling and remove the gag. Katie breathes deeply, sucking air into her lungs as if I had been drowning her. I leave the blindfold on a little longer. She knows better than to rip it off herself with the collar on.

She looks good in this collar. I should have her wear it more often.

“Well, that was good,” Kathleen says, stretching her arms above her head. She rolls toward me as I settle onto the bed, hand touching my chest and exploring what it can find with her blindfold on. “I’m assuming from the way you came that it was good for you too.”

I have no complaints and tell her as much.

Eventually, I take off her blindfold, and she looks at me with these baby blues that know how to make me come undone. Many dream about their blue-eyed blonde, but I’m the lucky bitch who gets that and a personality that provides endless amusement. A personality I’m starting to miss, so I unclasp her collar and toss it onto the nightstand.

Right away, I’m not disappointed.

“That was rougher than you took it for.” She smacks my chest, her grin devious. “Had I known you were going to do that to me, I would’ve done some stretches earlier.”

I imagine her taking a break during our earlier meeting to do some lunges and splits. “What are you doing?” the man we were meeting with would ask. “Oh, just getting ready for my Domme to plow my pussy later,” she would respond.

I’d laugh if I weren’t so exhausted. My eyelids are heavy enough to knock me out.

“You know,” I begin, stroking her hair and curling her up in my arms, “I think it’s safe to say you’re more than done with the intermediate part of your training.”

“Intermediate, huh? Is that what you’ve been calling these past few weeks?”

Uh-huh. Kathleen needed me to break her domineering habits when we were having scenes. I punished her justly, with spankings, hair-pulling, rough fucking, dirty words, orgasm denial, and even bites to her throat and shoulder until she learned to fully submit to my whim whenever the collar was on. Soon enough she was docile and willing for anything I presented. In turn, I learned the positions and words she responded to the best and made sure to use them when she was being rewarded.

Child’s play.

“I know you’re not interested in lifestyle BDSM.” Her body tenses in my hold, and I caress her shoulder to soothe her nerves. “Neither am I. However, I think for the next stage of our relationship, I’m going to propose we give it a whirl for a few days.”

“A few days?”

I sit up, even though I’m tired and my body is more ragged than an actual rag. I want nothing more than to sink on top of her, inhaling her scent and feeling her warm body against mine as we drift off to sleep.

“A ‘few’ means three at the most. I’m not that cruel.”

“You’re not cruel at all.” Even though she says it flippantly, those words hit my brain like a shock. I don’t know why. “But that’s asking… a lot. I don’t know anything about being a lifestyle submissive. Not even from a Domme’s end. I’ve never done that before.”

I can sense her discomfort, and I don’t blame her. Kathleen Allen has never considered being a lifestyler, even when she’s indulging in wearing a collar and letting me call her filthy names as I take her in new and degrading positions. There’s a thrill in knowing that.

“It would mean serving me. Not only in sexual situations but in everyday life.”

“At work, too?”

“We would keep it on the down-low, but yes.”

“I really don’t know about that.”

“We would sort it out before going for it.” Her skin is soft against my lips as I kiss her here, there, and a little bit everywhere. If nothing else, I’ll use my body to relieve her mind. God knows she does that enough for me. “After that, you’ll actually be mine.”

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