Page 83 of The Dommes

“Didn’t ask me if I wanted anything.” I pick up the dessert menu before the server leaves.

The cake slides in my direction. “I got it for you.”

“Hm?” She’s kidding, right? Why would she assume that? “I mean… we could share…”

“Why? Not on a diet, are you?” Ira grins, shit-eating. She knows she’s pressing a volatile button. “Eat the cake already.”

The server backs away. I pick up the tiny fork and stab the corner of the fluffy, melting dessert. Oh, man, it looks so tasty. I can barely speak before the delectable chocolate hits my mouth. “I’m not on a diet, per se, but girls can rarely keep a nice figure eating whatever they want. This is a splurge.” I stick my tongue out so she can see all the half-digested cake on it.

She doesn’t flinch. “Most women I’ve been with could stand to gain a few more pounds. You must know how good it feels to thrust between a pair of soft thighs. Ms. Avalon Lite.”

Is she flirting? I keep my eyes on her as the fork plays with my lips. “That’s nice for you. I’m the one who has to find clothes to fit those thighs. We’re not all wearing male boxers and tailored pants.”

Ira brushes her hand against mine again, and I feel it – that electricity shooting through me, demanding I throw myself onto the table and let her take me. I’m barely horny. It’s purely mental. Wild, huh?

“You could weigh fifty more pounds and you’d still be the hottest woman strutting around, making me so crazy that it takes every bit of self-restraint to not throw you down somewhere and fuck your damned brains out.”

That growl in her voice is so intoxicating that a fog clouds my mind, containing images of her doing just that. Right now. She could take me right now, and I would let her.

But no. Ira likes to play her long games. You know what? I can play long games too.

With her eyes bearing down on me, I cut some cake and hold the fork up to her lips. Within a second she bites down on it, still staring at me, those piercing hazel eyes taunting me as her lips wraps around the fork. Shit, that’s hot. It’s not hard to imagine that tongue plunging down my throat, in my pussy, all over my body, over and over until I’m so tired from coming that I have to shove her away.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” My voice is nothing short of husky. It’s the voice I use on my subs when I’m about to reward them. Perhaps not the most appropriate voice, but… what other one do I use? This feels most natural. “You’re doing an admirable job, Ms. Mathison.”

“I try to seduce you every day, Ms. Allen.” She plucks the fork from my hand and attempts to serve me a bite. I’m more docile in my acceptance. Just a quick bite, pulling the cake off the fork with my teeth bared.

You’re seducing me, Ira, and while it’s working, I’m not going to let you think I’m anything but who I am. Whoever that is.

Presently, Kathleen Allen is someone who bites.

I’ll bite her ear, her shoulder, that stupid bottom lip that pushes out when she’s pouting – but totally thinks she isn’t pouting. I’ll bite one of her nipples, and then… ahaha, I’ll give her the thrill of her life when I bite her right on the pussy.

Not hard, of course. Just enough to graze my teeth over her skin, to make her tingle, worry a little bit, and then realize I’m that good.

This oral fixation between us is working. I’d love to crawl beneath this table and make her keep eating dinner while I eat a different dessert of my own.

“You all right?”

“It’s a little chilly in here.”

“We need to finish up here anyway. We’ve got a show to catch.”

“Oh? The cinema?”

“Better. Symphony. If you want to go.”

“I love the symphony. Especially if you have a private balcony.”

“We have one named after my family. Let’s go.”

The check arrives. You can imagine what happens.

“I’ve got it.” Ira tries to take it from my hand, but my grip is firm. “Let me. It’s a date.”

“And that means you pay because you’re the one who asked, right?”

“It’s not like that. Just let me pay it.”

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