Page 51 of The Dommes

Well, now.

“Not only because of the bet but also because I’ve been thinking about you a lot in general.” She glances at me. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

At least I got an eye roll out of her. I’ll take that over this indecisive Kathleen any day.

“I’m being serious, Ira. I know you’re a Domme. At some point, even in a casual fling, you’re going to want to push my boundaries. I have to be prepared for that.”

To admit that I haven’t thought of this is an understatement. I really haven’t. Why would I? As far as I was concerned, we would go along our merry way, having sex when we felt like it. Regular, non-kinky sex outside of maybe some dirty talk. Yet she’s not too far off. I probably would want to push her boundaries in the heat of the moment. Spank her ass while I take her from behind. Shove myself in her face and call her filthy names while she goes down on me. Edge her. Just because I’m not tying her up doesn’t mean I’m not being a capital-D Domme in any given situation.

I never even thought about it going the other way around. What if she pushed my boundaries during sex?

“So what are you saying, exactly? That you were afraid I would put you into a compromising situation right away?”

“I don’t know, but I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Thinking that includes what I want not only from you but my own sex life.”

No way am I interrupting her. I stay silent, urging her to continue.

The businesslike look on Kathleen’s face intrigues me. This isn’t a woman flirting with me. This is a woman looking to make a business proposal. This is the Kathleen who was ready to twist necks at the presentation last week. You know, the one who turned me on so much I had to have her right there and then?

Be still, my heart.

“I want you to do it, Ira.” She’s puffing out her chest, making herself feel bigger. And letting me see her chest better – let’s not forget that. “I want you to dominate me. For one night.”

Excuse me? I don’t think I heard that correctly. It almost sounded like Kathleen Allen asked me to dominate her.

“I’m serious. I want to know what it feels like to submit to you.”

Normally, I would be enjoying this immensely. A Domme like Kathleen coming to me under discretion to ask me to dominate her. Something I’ve been fantasizing about for two weeks now. Her, me, a comfortable playroom where I can do whatever I want. My way.

I’d be lying if I said I don’t want to know how she feels, looks, and sounds when she’s submitting to me. But I know it’s not that simple.

“Are you sure?” I don’t touch her. It’s hard enough to look at her right now without feeling like I’m going to scare her off. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it if you weren’t.”

“See? That’s why you’re a good prospect for this. I’m attracted to you, and you’re not… that much of an asshole.”

I’m so flattered!

“Tomorrow. Let’s do it tomorrow before I lose my nerve.”

“Tomorrow?” I have an appointment in the early afternoon. Possibly a dinner. “Eight is the earliest I could do. Right here. But… are you sure? You’ve never subbed before.” I state it as a fact because I know it’s true.

She shakes her head, that bun swishing in the air of my dimly lit apartment. “Don’t make me second guess myself. Tomorrow at eight. I’ll submit to you.”

“You don’t have to do this.” What am I doing? This woman is throwing herself at me, and I’m trying to get her to change her mind? “I’m not going to hold you to any bet.”

Katie keeps shaking her head. “I’ve made up my mind.” Fuck me, she sounds like such a Domme. This will not end well. “Don’t try to talk me out of it.” Her finger is in my chest. “Unless you don’t want to dominate me.”

That low voice. That hiss. That throwing down the gauntlet. She knows how to speak to me, both the gender-fucked woman and the Domme.

All I see is me pushing her over the edge of this couch and giving it to her.

I hold back, however. I won’t let myself touch her tonight. Not when it’s like this.

“I’ve thought of nothing but dominating you for ten years now.”

“I knew it.” She’s still growling. “Well, tomorrow you’ll have your chance. You better make it count.” Kathleen begins to leave, fixing any stray hairs in her bun on her way out. “Ms. Mathison, you’d best show this Domme a good fucking time on the other end of the leash. You’d be my first one. You better be up to the challenge.”

No pressure, Ira.

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