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“That’s funny,” I say, putting my hand on Kathleen’s. “Those two dates of ours seemed kinky. If I hadn’t been so eager to fuck you that night, what would you have done for me?”

“I think it’s obvious. I sucked your fake dick in front of all those people.”

“You sure did, honey,” Kathleen says. “It was pretty hot.”

“You… you saw…”

“I saw and continue to see everything.” A well-manicured nail points to Stephanie’s chest. “Like those. You getting horny hanging out with us?”

Stephanie’s nipples are saying hello in more ways than one. Mostly by poking through the bodice of her black dress. Ah, I remember what those breasts looked like. When I was dating her, I remember not being able to wait to have a lot of fun with them – okay, and her too.

Things change, don’t they?

“I am not. Is everything about sex with you two?”

Kathleen and I exchange glances. My beautifully kinky Katie steps away, ass sashaying in the belly of her living room as she extends a hand and caresses Stephanie’s flinching face.

“Yes,” she purrs. “It is. And we would like to arouse your unworthy cunt. Together.”

Chapter 81

Kathleen

Seriously, fuck this asshole. Literally. And figuratively.

She’s looking into my sensual poker face, the same one I’ve used on a hundred subs over the years. I see it in her eyes. She’s curious. Scared as cats around steel-toed boots but intrigued.

“Cunt?” she nearly spits on my carpet. “Thought you and your ilk were supposed to call yourselves feminists. How dare you call me that slur.”

I cross my arms. “I didn’t call you a cunt, honey.” The smile I unleash on her is enough to make Ira shake in her shoes, let alone this piece of work. “I called what’s between your legs a cunt. Nothing wrong with calling it what it is. Now, if I had called you a cunt, then that would be different.” I look over my shoulder. “Right, Ira?”

“I’m not even getting involved in that discussion. Bring it up with my mother. You know, the woman who hired the PI following you around, Stephanie.”

This is getting good.

I brush my fingers against Stephanie’s bare arm. In truth, I wouldn’t say I’m sexually attracted to this woman, though I am attracted to this situation. A bratty sub here to try to have her way with me and my dominant partner? Goodness. Someone get me a fan and a glass of ice.

I haven’t had a bratty sub in forever.

This one would be completely different. Ira jokes about me being a brat when we’re having a scene. Of course, she doesn’t say that I’m a brat, per se. More like insolent. A more sophisticated word for a more sophisticated woman.

So, Stephanie is a brat.

“You two are unbelievable…” She keeps saying that, but I’ve noticed she hasn’t moved. I mostly told her that to give her the shakes and get her out of my home. I don’t want to see her face or ass again, not even on my TV – although it sounds like Carolyn took care of that. “I can’t believe this is happening. Wait until the press hears about this…”

“The press doesn’t give a fuck, sweetie. We’re rich as hell. We’re powerful. My social circles already know I’ll get down on my knees and kiss Ira’s ass at any notice. Who cares? What are you going to do?” I step forward, our bodies too close for either of our comfort. “What I want to know is… how do I get rid of you forever?”

Stephanie crosses every limb possible and wrinkles her nose at me. “Come again?”

“You know what I mean. How do I get you away from me for the rest of my life? How do I get you to leave me alone? Do you want money? Fine.” I let my teeth scrape my lips on that word. “I’ll give you a million dollars to get away from me forever. To get away from every person on this planet with the last name Allen or Mathison. I dropped fifteen million on The Ace to clean up one of your boyfriend’s finance messes. I can afford another million. Consider it my generous donation to you trying to get your life back together.”

Stephanie opens her mouth.

“Do you want business connections? I know a couple of Hollywood people. A couple of Broadway entrepreneurs. They might take pity on you if I put in a good word. Or maybe you want a comfy place to live. I’ll get you a house in some nowhere-fuck-all town. Hey, I’ll even pitch in a few extra dollars for you to get your kid back if he even knows who the hell you are.”

I thought that would strike a nerve, but Stephanie is snorting as if it means nothing to her. “What would you know? You’ve got everything you ever wanted, rich princess you are. You even got her.”

“I was an idiot,” Ira admits. “She got me twelve years ago. I was too dumb to see it. So, sorry, Stephanie, if you think about it, I was cheating on Kathleen when I was with you.”

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