Page 130 of The Dommes

And I get to witness it.

Watching her move around June, whispering in her ear, caressing before striking, and then grabbing that pink ass is honestly one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if it’s because it’s two women, because it’s Kathleen, or because…

There’s something about the way Kathleen dominates that makes me hot and sweaty.

I finish my drink and keep the empty glass to my lips. My eyes won’t leave the scene in front of me. As soon as Kathleen is finished spanking the poor woman – or lucky girl, really – she unties the binds and turns June around.

No longer can I see that pretty flesh, but I do see the exasperation on the cocky woman’s face. She’s no longer in a silly, flirty mood. She’s trembling in arousal, her eyes begging me to do something about this – namely, give her sexual relief.

Can’t do that, June. You’re Kathleen’s. You said so yourself.

Kathleen gets rid of the paddle. As she tosses it aside, her hand fondles the top of June’s breast, pulling down the front of her bra and pinching her nipple. The sound coming from the pro's throat is like an angel’s

“Look at them, sweetie.” Kathleen takes June by the chin and forces her face in my direction. Something metallic and sparkling dangles from the Domme’s hand. I think I recognize it, but I’m not sure. If I’m right? Oh, boy. Oh, boy. “They’re handsome, aren’t they? No wonder you wanted to fuck them. I have it on good authority that they’re a good Domme. You would’ve had a good time with someone like Ira.”

Clips and chains fall onto the bed. I was right. This is gonna get good.

“You missed the memo, though. They’re my Domme.”

I don’t know what the fuck is hotter. Hearing her possessive jealousy overtake this otherwise self-assured woman, seeing the first nipple clamp take its prisoner, or registering that Katie just called me her Domme

It’s an incredible trifecta of everything I want and more. I am having the best day ever.

So is June, as she moans so deeply from both nipple clamps that I think she’s going to die. She’s definitely getting wet. I can see it from here.

“You’re lovely, though.” Kathleen takes a peaceful approach now, stroking the whole of June’s skin and nibbling at the corner of her mouth. “I can see why you were picked to be a professional. Clients must go crazy for you. They all want to fuck you, I’m sure. What would be one more from Ira? You ever fuck them before?”

June takes a second to respond. “No, Mistress. I’ve never fucked them.”

“So you’ve never even seen them naked? Too bad. They look great.”

Thank you for the continuous strokes to my ego, darling.

“Go ahead, Ira. Take off some clothes and show her what she’s missing.”

We both look at her. Mostly me. Because… what?

“Are you shy?” Kathleen smacks one of June’s breasts, making it jiggle and the chain hanging from it chime. “This girl is over here tied up, sexually tortured., and you’re being shy?”

Don’t fret. I’m good and ready. I’ve been ignoring my arousal so I won’t be tempted to touch myself while this goes on, but now I’m suddenly aware of the throbbing desire emanating from my entire pelvic area. Even my bound breasts crave freedom. I want them both. To feel Kathleen’s mouth on me, licking me clean, getting me ready for more fun as I gently fuck her face. Then I want to take this poor, hapless sub she chose and put her out of her sexual misery. With Kathleen watching.

Urging me.

Great, I think I understand the Anderssens now.

I’ve never felt as powerful in the bedroom as I do with Kathleen. We could make a formidable team. In private, I’ll train her to be my sub. In “public,” we’ll be two badass Dommes picking off one girl at a time. Ah, it’s a tempting thought.

The power is in my head, and I think I can get away with a few demands of my own.

“Why don’t you come over here and show her yourself?”

Kathleen laughs. June can’t respond. Even so, the Domme steps away from her sub and approaches me, hips swaying with every seductive step.

“You just want me to touch your cunt,” Kathleen says, straddling the arms of the chair with her hands. Her lips are inches away from my own, but I don’t tempt fates by kissing her. “You’re as transparent as a ghost, Mathison.”

Aside from glancing down her cleavage, my eyes are locked on hers. Hungry. Jealous. Burning with possessiveness. Her fingers expertly drop my zipper and stroke me. I hold in a breath. All Katie can do is grin and touch my mound.

She walks away, leaving me exposed. June can probably see it. Whether or not she can doesn’t matter.

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