Page 224 of The Dommes

I want more. The thrill that gave me wasn’t embarrassing at all. Dare I say… I like having people watch me pleasure her?

Suddenly, pain.

“Mmf!” My scalp burns as Ira pulls my hair.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” How can she be so composed? Doesn’t she know she’s about five minutes away from coming on the other end of those ridges? I can tell by now. “You enjoy having everyone in this club watch you and think you’re a dirty, promiscuous…”

She doesn’t have to finish. I know damn well what she’s trying to say. I don’t disagree.

“Tell you what, Katie. If you can make me come in under another minute, I’ll do that thing we discussed – with fervor.”

That thing, huh? You don’t know what the thing is yet, but let me tell you, it means the world to me.

So if Ira makes a promise like that, by God, I am going to send her to the moon.

Everyone in this club! Watch how you bring a Domme to their knees! Or at least make them throw their head back on a couch and grunt so hard that their voice coats your body like a second skin.

I mean, I like to think that a lot of the people in this club could learn a thing or two from watching me. I’ve been rewarding submissives for years. It may be a completely different headspace going from, “Good job on doing what I told you to do, here’s some oral,” to, “Yes, Mistress, anything you want, Mistress,” but I am somehow making it work.

For her, anyway.

“Holy shit.” Ira is doing her damnedest to remain composed as I increase speed and pressure, but I can feel her thighs tense and her hold on me deepen. Heat floods her skin. I’m about to make this cool and controlled Domme lose control in front of the whole club. Damn, there’s a lot of power in that.

I hope she can feel how much I want her to do it. I hope she knows how much glee I am feeling. I almost forget about the people surely watching us. I don’t even care if some Domme like Dawn Lovett starts spreading the word that I’m a lost cause. Fuck her. I’m pleasing my fucking dominant over here.

I look up and catch Ira’s gaze. I may be submissive right now, but I don’t want to look it. So my eyes are narrow, powerful, saying, “Do what you want, Mistress, but know that I am in full control of your pleasure.” Of course, a look like that makes someone like her punish me for my insubordination.

Bring it on, Mathison.

How much time do I have left? Thirty seconds? Twenty? Now would be a good time for the Ira I first met to come back and lose herself sooner than she planned. But no, since she embarrassed herself twelve years ago, she’s learned so much about her body that not even her raging arousal for me can make her succumb to coming in five seconds.

“You want it, do you?” Her voice is huskier than usual, and I can barely hear it over the music and the conversations of the club. “You want me to come? Right here? Would that make you feel proud?”

I narrow my eyes even more. Yes, asshole. Come in front of all these people.

She does.

Her whole body shakes, and here I am, still working her in an attempt to make her climax harder. I want to see her combust on this couch.

Too bad she’s too controlled for that shit. I’m the only one who can smell her feminine scent, taste her sweat, and feel the shivers rocking her body. As I take every thrust of her hips in stride, I imagine the other Dommes wishing they had a sub like me and the other subs wishing they had even half my talent.

Most of all, I imagine Ira rewarding me so well that I completely forget I’m in this club making my naughty debut as a submissive.

The hostess returns with our drinks. She tries to keep a straight face, but I can tell that the sight of Ira’s prosthetic and the look on my face is making her eyes glaze over. From a woman who has worked here for as long as I’ve been visiting? That’s an amazing compliment.

At least Ira waits until she leaves again to push my errant hair behind my ears and speak. “You are too beautiful, whether you’re down there or up here.”

“Like that? I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve. I know every ridge of that thing, and you.”

That gets me a cheeky grin. “Come here and let me kiss you.”

I’m hoisted back into her lap as Ira kisses my throat and rubs my breasts. The alcohol in my drink isn’t enough to completely wash away the taste of my Domme’s body, and for that… well, I’m grateful.

Ira glances at her watch. “You about ready to make your official debut, my sweet?”

The empty stage calls to us. “If that is your wish, Mistress.”

She tugs on my collar. “My wish is to make you happy and love on you for the rest of my life.” Ira grins. “And to make sure this whole club knows who you belong to.”

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