Page 39 of The Dommes

Because you need to fuck her.

I’m not seventeen anymore, Katie. I can do things I couldn’t even do then. God, that is the best. Right now… shit, shit, right now you’re so tight around my fingers, your breasts beneath my mouth as your whimpers of pleasure consume the parts of my brain that aren’t focused on what’s going on inside of you. Because you’ve plucked the string attaching my stupid cunt to my stupider heart, and you’re one greedy, greedy woman, aren’t you, Kathleen?

Take it. I can’t hold it any longer. You’re coming, your swollen clit rubbing against my thumb every time I remember to ignite that spark. Your nipples are so hard that my lips can’t do anything more to them besides make them wet with my saliva. Your face is so scrunched up in pleasure that now I’m only going to focus on these sensations and nothing else.

I almost forgot that I was also touching myself. Well, it’s kinda hard to forget. I may be so wrapped up in what’s going on with you Katie, but I’ve had my other hand down my underwear this whole time and, my God, this is so different from last week, yet just as good, just as intense.

I enter the point of no return. It’s happening. My body is losing control, and it feels so fucking great to pretend that you’re the one touching me while I touch you. So easy, so perfect, because I bet you would be if this wasn’t so sudden and a quickie necessary for nobody to notice our absence. I bet you’d touch me. I bet you can’t wait to touch me the way I’ve been touching you this past week.

You’re stifling your screams of orgasm with your palm, and that only makes me come harder while I touch us both.

There’s this two-second window where everything is nothing. It’s perfection. It’s bliss. In those two seconds, we’re so connected that I both want to run away from you and never let you go again. My brain is filling with endorphins. Dangerous endorphins.

Endorphins that tell me I love you.

Usually, they’re easy to ignore. I indulge them long enough to enjoy the moment, but then I’m back to my senses and the mess we’ve created in our need for each other. Except you’re different. Shit, I felt it the first time we fucked, and now I feel it again.

I don’t want to let go of those endorphins.

I want to pretend that we’re in love. I want to keep kissing you, like I am right now, my wrist cramping and my knuckles permanently hooked because they only exist for you, but neither of us wants to pull away.

“Don’t move.” Your whimper is so loving that I have no choice but to obey you this one time. “Ira…”

Kathleen’s knee is so high in the air from being bent and spread that I can easily kiss it. She sighs, opening up around me in a bid to get my hand thrusting again. No, it’s too soon. I’m sorry. The desire is there but the discomfort is settling in. I’m still human, Katie.

I kiss her breast, her lips once more before reclaiming my hand. Right away, I imagine her lying on my bed, naked, her nether lips spread open so I can watch the fears, pains, and consciousness fade away from her face as I send her into magnanimous subspace. That’s not going to happen. She’s the type of Domme who doesn’t do that. Ever.

I want to convince you otherwise, Katie.

“Wow.” She eases her legs shut, gently, and I can only imagine how tender her stretched muscles are right now. “Wow.”

“Wow.” I kiss her as the word falls from my lip.

“I’m serious.” She nibbles my mouth, her soft hands back on my face. It may sound funny, but it kinda makes me feel safe. “That was as much a mindfuck as it was a real fuck.”

“Come again?”

Kathleen slips off the table and fixes her skirt. She fetches her peplum top off the floor and scurries to put it back on. I suppose we should clean up and get out of here. One of these days, Katie, I’m taking you to bed and holding you there for a whole night.

“I wasn’t expecting that. That’s all.”

She puts her clothes back on. I use my handkerchief to wipe off my hand and wonder where the nearest bathroom is. For now, I need to pull myself together and try to fix my shirt. Shit. There’s a button missing. “After the way you dominated that speech…”

Kathleen grins at me. “You like that, eh?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” I’m not about to get on my knees and call her Mistress. “Anyway, they’re going to miss us soon.”

“Aw, Ira.” She’s on me, her hands planted on my shoulders as she pushes me against the table and nuzzles her nose along my jaw. At first, I’m wary that she’s going to try to take me now. “You’re a fun lay. Feel free to ravage me a bit anytime.” She caresses my ear. “I’m thinking you can stick whatever you want in me when we get going. It’s an adventure with you.”

Somehow, I’m still wary.

We leave separately, me taking a short detour to the nearest restroom. By the time I reach the main hall, my mother is admonishing me for disappearing, and Kathleen is schmoozing Colleen Woodrow.

It’s too surreal. There’s Kathleen, hiding the big secret that we’ve done it not once, but twice. You’d never guess from looking at her that she was screwing me in the other room. I don’t know if that’s impressive or a bruise to my ego. A part of me wants this whole room to know that I laid claim to that.

A part of me? A little piece of my brain? It’s whispering, “You’re mine,” in her direction. Everyone that comes near her is pissing me off. No. Go away.

Kathleen Allen is mine.

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