Page 175 of The Dommes

Oh, it’s not nothing. It’s everything.

She slides out. Back in. Out. In.

Every time I maintain more elasticity. Ira is fucking my ass. Like, actually fucking my ass wide open, making me take every inch of her prosthetic as far as I can, as deep as I dare.

I’m dying. It feels so good.

Yeah, it hurts. God, does it hurt a bit, but it’s that same sort of biting pain that makes spanking and nipple pinching feel good. It’s the sense of Ira Mathison claiming my body for her whim. It’s me giving up control, giving up my body, giving up everything that makes me Kathleen Allen, Domme at large.

Because I’m pretty sure most Dommes I know don’t get fucked in the ass – and love it.

“That’s it.” She clutches my hand, slowly upping the speed of her thrusts. She doesn’t dare go as quickly as she does in my cunt, and for good reason, but I don’t care. This is fine. This is more than fine. This is a slice of ecstasy I have definitely never felt before.

“Katie…”

I love hearing her come undone. I love the idea that my body is so hot and precious that she can’t contain herself. It’s the ultimate complimenting high. I want to hear her sing my praises all day, all night, for all eternity.

Right now I’ll settle for her fucking my ass and groaning in my ear.

Her thighs hit my flesh with every thrust. I feel her hips strike me again and again, a new kind of spank that makes my eyes flutter shut. This is a new kind of fullness I never thought I would experience.

Fuck me, it’s the kind of experience I could only have with her.

One second I’m trapped on this bed, my Mistress taking my ass and making sure I know that I belong to her, every part of my body. The next? I’m overcome with both sensations and emotions. My body hurts, but at the same time, it feels good – fuck it, I’m climaxing. Again. This time from the pure, raw strokes of Ira Mathison entering me like this.

“Ira!” I always forget to call her whatever name she wants to be called when I’m having an orgasm. Let’s be fair, it’s easy to forget the bullshit when your brain feels like it’s shooting out your ear and making a break for paradise.

Her thrusts increase, prolonging my orgasm. Between my pleasure and pain, I feel the Avalon still within me, and I know without a doubt that I’m about to be claimed.

My hair pulls against my scalp, piercing my skin with pain that makes me cry through my orgasm. God, I love it. The ravishing, the movements of my Mistress behind me, and most of all, the sensations of the whole world crashing down on me as Ira starts to climax behind me for the second time today.

It’s harder to feel back there. I feel warmth, but I mostly feel the fullness. Even after she pulls out, letting my hips drop to the bed, I still don’t feel much beyond my own selfish relief.

“Shit, that’s hot.” Great choice of words, Ira. Woo this woman after you’ve fucked her ass. "Wish we could go again."

“I’m good, thanks.” The first thing I do once I have my bearings again is rip off my collar. I’m due my one to two hours by now, and there’s nothing Ira can say to change my mind.

She kisses my throat where the collar once was. “You’re wonderful, you know that?”

The bed shakes as she rolls onto her side and gazes at me with… adoration? I barely believe it.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I’m afraid to move.

Ira picks up my collar and examines it in the light. “Have you enjoyed yourself so far?”

What a question to ask now. “If you mean enjoyed the sex… well, yeah.”

“That’s not all I mean, and you know that.”

I meet her gaze from a few inches away. “Yes, I have enjoyed being your sub.”

That gets me a kiss on the cheek and rubs on the back. I hope for more. More kisses, more hugging, more cuddling. Except we’re both messy, and Ira is getting up, announcing she has first dibs on the bathroom. Fuck her. I’ll use the guest bathroom.

As she moves through the bedroom, I roll over to face her…

…And to flip her off like a mature adult.

“What the hell is that for?” she asks, standing in the bathroom doorway.

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