Page 132 of The Dommes

“You’re mine, you jerk,” she growls in my ear, her cunt unrelenting against my lap. “Now make me yours.”

I force her to still in my lap. I need to think, even though my body is demanding to come. That has to wait, because my sweet – and not-so-sweet – Katie has made a kind request of me.

I push her out of my lap, watching her stumble and trip without going down. My hand wraps around her wrist and hauls her to June’s bed, where I can smell and see the remnants of another woman’s orgasm.

To say I’m further turned on is a gross understatement.

Kathleen doesn’t let me lay her down and take her. No, she’s too damn feisty for that at the moment. She’ll accept nothing less than me lying down instead.

Hey, if it means less work on my part? She can ride me until she can’t walk anymore!

The bed moves along with us as Kathleen straddles my hips and takes me, her eyelashes fluttering and her breasts straining against the bust of her painfully high neckline. I’m the tortured one here. I want nothing more than to see her breasts bouncing for my amusement as she fucks me with every bit of strength she has.

I’ll take that orgasmic face, however. There’s nothing wrong with that.

“Tell me you want me!” Kathleen grabs me by the shoulders and thrusts, her arousal so vast that even at this awkward angle she has no problem slamming her hips down and grinding against me. “Tell me you’d rather have me over any other woman here!”

To the tune of her protests, I sit up, drawing her into my clothed embrace. Even with so many layers between us, I can still feel her heart beating, her blood quickening, and her breaths slowing as she finally relaxes against me, ready to let me take over our lovemaking.

“I want you, Katie.” I thrust upward, touching her deeply, feeling her wetness against my mound. “You’re the only woman I want.”

At first, I mean she’s the only woman here I want, but when I think about it… perhaps there is no other woman who could tempt me away.

She kisses me, both hands taking my face against hers. Our movements slow, but the intensity is still there, ripping us away from reality and casting us asunder.

I’m okay with that.

For a while, we’re the only people in this mansion, in the world. I consume her – she consumes me. Together we’re nothing but need and desire, two souls vying for each other’s affections with nothing but fear for saying what’s really in our hearts.

“Come on, Katie.” I bury my fingers on either side of her ass, feeling her heat, her elasticity take over my senses. “Come for me.”

She’s close. Easy to tell when her mouth is trembling, her eyes are begging me for a few more thrusts, and her opening is closing tight around something I only sympathetically feel. She’s holding me in, getting ready to take in every face I make. Painfully holding back. Desperately holding back.

I refuse to come until she does.

“You gonna come?” she whimpers, losing that domineering edge she’s had since we entered this room. “I want you to.”

Music to my ears. “Of course, lovely.”

She closes her eyes, throws back her head, and rides my lap without a shred of shame.

Kathleen Allen is the most beautiful woman in this world. I’ve known it forever. I know it now. There can’t possibly be a female soul on this earth who compares to the way Katie devours everything that makes me me with her strong, tender body. This dress constrains her, but I don’t care. I don’t care! I’m in love with the way she thrusts, moans, begs for me to have my whole fill of her. And I will. I will indulge in every crevice and corner hiding within her.

Because I love her.

This realization takes over. Here we are, practically in a brothel, my Katie having rubbed off another woman for my entertainment. Yet it feels so perfect. She’s mine.

She’s mine.

“Ira!” Her shout echoes all around me. “I’m coming!”

I felt it before she did. Her slowing yet intense thrusts. Her eyes rolling back for more than a second. Her wetness covering my groin. Her.

Kathleen comes in my lap, her face contorting into the most gorgeous silent scream you’ve ever seen. Her whole body ripples in pleasure. She’s choking on the moment, legs spread wide in my lap until I…

My voice is far louder than hers when I release the pressure inside me. Everything burns, in the most pleasurable way, in that split second before I come from the ribs rubbing against my clit – and the sigh before me, cheering me on.

There’s no fear. No misgivings. Just her moaning from the impact of the whole universe crashing into us, clocking me with her and her with me. No other has done this with her. To her. Deep inside, I think… this is how the world will know she’s mine.

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