Page 128 of The Dommes

“Oh, absolutely,” Kathleen says, hands on hips. “I’m sure you’d love to see me have sex with another woman.”

“Who said anything about sex?” I ask June for a drink, and she responds with alacrity, going to a small wet bar to pour me a fresh scotch. “You don’t even have to touch her, darling.”

June brings me a glass, eyes downcast and smiling. If nothing else, she finds our lovers’ quarrel amusing. Kathleen, on the other hand, is staring me down as if I’ve betrayed her.

“Katie.” I extend my arm and take her by the fingers. Slowly I draw her toward me, keeping my visage soft. “We’re here to have some fun. I know how much you love to Domme.”

Her cheeks suck into her mouth. “I’ve never done that with you watching, though.” Her voice is low, and June does her best to not look like she’s listening.

But she is.

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. These women are professionals, and from my short conversation with both June and Monique, I discovered that the former is the second-in-command to the latter around here. That means she only answers to Monique Grant when it comes to reading people and deducing what makes them tick.

I can only imagine what she’s thinking about us.

“I’m sure you’d rather dominate me, Katie, but we work with what we’re given. Besides…” I rub her arm, hoping she feels some comfort from my presence. “I’ve always wanted to see you work up close like this. You don’t perform at Midnight.”

She’s quick. “Neither do you.”

We enter an uncomfortable silence. A silence that isn’t broken until June sinks down to her knees and crawls the short distance to my side.

She’s gorgeous. Especially at this angle, where I can see straight down her generous cleavage and that round ass in the air. I can’t help but smile.

“My only wish is to serve,” she says sweetly. It’s rehearsed, the voice practiced, but she’s providing a fantasy and that’s all we need from her. “Anyone, as it makes no difference. However…” June touches my pant leg. Instantly, Kathleen lowers her arms and widens her eyes. “If the Mistress is not up for the job…”

Her hand curls around my thigh. She winks, and it’s not in flirtation. It’s because she knows how Kathleen will react.

“Get away from them.” Kathleen is behind the third wheel, itching to clutch that long hair and give it a good yank. “Who the fuck gave you permission to touch them?”

June snatches her hand away from me. At least she was kind enough to give my pelvis a brief caress. “Please, Mistress, I meant no offense…”

“Get up!” Katie yanks on June, pulling her to her feet. “You don’t get to touch them, do you understand me?”

There’s a wild look in her eye. One I haven’t seen since the first time I Topped her. Now that it’s not used on me, it’s… well, it’s pretty hot.

Who doesn’t want to watch a Domme go at another woman?

“I understand, Mistress.” June attempts to hide her smile, but we all see it. The thrill of a girl who is about to get what she deserves. I pegged June as more of a Top who will bottom for a dollar, but maybe she’s a switch after all. Or at least for the right people. Ah, what a nice ego stroke. “I will not touch them, but I do need someone to touch me.”

“I bet.” Kathleen towers over June, her wavy blond hair falling in currents over her sparkling dress. She’s a femme fatale in her heels and body-hugging dress. With her smoky and red makeup, and her jewelry that twinkles in this electric candlelight, I want to take her into my arms, to kiss that pulsing neck and feel her heat all over my body. Angry Kathleen is a fun one to fuck. Let me bend her over that large bed and have her while she screams the nastiest filth.

I drink some of my scotch before anyone sees my twisting lips.

“Tell her what she is, Kathleen,” I say with a little too much conviction.

She looks down at June, still kneeling on the floor with her hair scraping the carpet and her short dress bunching around her ass.

“I’d rather hear her say it.” Manicured nails graze June’s cheek as Kathleen tilts that head back and looks into large eyes. “A woman who takes money in exchange for pleasure. A woman who instantly goes for the one I came here with? The one I will have tonight? Not only is she brazen enough to defy my wishes, but she’s lowlier than what she is. Now say what you are.”

June looks between us, her mouth turning down but her eyes glistening in excitement. Good to know we can have some fun tonight.

“I’m nothing more than yours, Mistress.”

We’re silent. That’s not what Kathleen was looking for, and we all know it. I’m trying not to laugh at the insolence on her face.

“Mine, you say. When we all know you would rather have that stranger over there. Well, do I have some news for you, my dear.” She bends down, pushing her mouth toward June’s ear. “No one’s getting some of that tonight but me.”

“Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.”

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