Page 239 of The Dommes

I motion for Ira to bring the woman of the hour forward. When she sees Eve, I can’t tell if she’s wary or intrigued.

A whistle ekes out of Eve’s lips. “You weren’t kidding when you said you had a trip of a date for me tonight. Wait, this ain’t your sloppy seconds, is it? I’ve got boundaries, woman.”

I shake my head. “We warmed her up. Got rid of that shit that makes her such an asshole. She needs someone else to fuck her out of oblivion.”

Eve raises two immaculate eyebrows. “Flattered you thought of me first. Is she even…?”

“It’s not going to matter for her tonight. She’s so blitzed out she would probably take on five of you.”

Eve shakes her head. “She’s cute, and I don’t usually say no to a cute woman begging for release, but she ain’t drunk, is she?”

“Only on spankings. Where you take her next is up to you, but we’re done.”

“Hey.” Eve nudges past me and approaches Stephanie, who is spilling out of Ira’s hold as she gently passes our guest to my friend. They make quite the… couple. “So, you don’t know me, and I barely know who you are, but you require an experienced woman to finish this job for my friends. You can say no. Otherwise, I’m here to take you away and make you feel good for the rest of the night. Sound good?”

“I mean… I’m already feeling pretty good…”

“Fine. Make you feel better. Goodness, look at your ass. What is that? A belt?” Eve sighs. “They’re a rough bunch around here. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and all dirty again.”

As Eve escorts Stephanie May from my apartment, she mouths that I owe her. I’m glad to be rid of Stephanie, however. It was fun breaking her down a bit, but what she needs now is beyond the scope of my relationship with Ira.

Speaking of whom, I put my hand on her chest and peck her lips. She’s about to encircle me with her arms, but I push away, telling her there’s a quick thing I want to check before succumbing to anything I feel after a night like tonight. She has to wait.

In one of my drawers, I have an address book dedicated to lawyers. That’s right. Lawyers. I may not have designer friends, but I know a shitton of lawyers in various fields of expertise. The one I look up is a man I dominated a few years ago. He thinks the sun rises and descends on my ass, so he’ll probably give me a discount.

Gunther Moore – Child Custody and Alimony. Last I heard, Gunther also did good work for widows’ rights.

I’ll call him in the morning. Stephanie didn’t take my money, so I should at least help her get her kid back and some of her late husband’s money so she doesn’t become the next tale of an ex-actress living on the streets. Don’t think she has the personality to handle that.

“You’re too kind to someone like her,” Ira says, looking over my shoulder. “The woman was blackmailing you and making your life hell. Why would you do any of that?”

I put the address book away. “She shouldn’t have done what she did, but I understand her now. I don’t think she’s a bad person.”

“Uh-huh.” Ira curls her arms around me and pushes her hard prosthetic against my ass. “By the way, we have a big problem going on down south. It’s called take care of this poor, poor me before I end up in the ER.”

I snort. “You didn’t think you were going to get to fuck her, did you?”

“I didn’t think that for a single second, but excuse me, smacking a woman on the ass that much and watching her get off on it is going to make me randy. For you, of course.”

“Of course, my love.”

She grabs my breasts, pinching my nipples through my dress before moving one hand toward my thighs. “Let’s skip the movie,” she mutters, fingers hooking beneath my hem and pulling my skirt up. “Don’t tell me that didn’t make you wet enough to take me.”

“Hm. Probably.”

That’s an invitation to test me out, Ira. Go ahead.

I’m so not disappointed when she does, rubbing my slit and feeling how wet I am. “Let’s take this party to the other room.” Before I can protest or give her permission, Ira turns me toward my bedroom. I loop my arms around her neck and laugh like the besotted idiot I am.

My bed shakes as I land on it, Ira pulling my legs over the edge and beating her hands into the comforter on either side of my head. Moans escape my lips as I open my legs without question. I played a cool game, but I am aroused. Man, woman… it’s true. It doesn’t matter the sex or gender of someone you’re Topping. You will have a preference, probably, but if it goes right you will be so horny by the end of it that all you can think about is filling your pussy with whatever’s handy. Like your new best friend in your partner’s pants.

I don’t want more foreplay. I want Ira inside of me, thrusting away until I can’t even fucking see anymore. I want to feel us connected, in body and heart, grunting for her, for me, for what we’re creating together.

But I don’t get her yet, even though she’s ripping aside my underwear and pulling her prosthetic out of her pants. No, the asshole dares to bend down and kiss me, pushing her tongue down my throat as I grab the back of her head with shaking hands.

How dare she be affectionate.

“Stop being so considerate and fuck me,” I hiss, clawing her shirt and pulling my legs higher into the air. “I know you want to, so do it.”

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