Page 54 of The Dommes

She shivers when I call her that. I don’t know her body language well enough yet to tell if she’s annoyed or excited.

“Do you want a drink?” I move away from her before I’m enticed too much. I must draw this out. Her first time. It’s always exciting – even more exciting that it’s her. “I’ve got wine or something harder.”

“Wine is fine.”

She doesn’t help herself to anything. I end up gesturing to the couch, which she slowly approaches. Her blond bun bobs above the back as I pull out two glasses and pour us both wine.

I need it. I don’t doubt she needs it too.

The hardest part right now is trying to act cool. In control. Any sub will count on her Domme to be relaxed and, well, dominant at any moment, especially during a potential scene. It’s my natural state, but this is Katie. She’s seen me burp after dinner and fall asleep on a table after working for hours on end. I’ve talked so casually with her – had such casual sex with her – that it almost doesn’t matter anymore.

Except she’s not any sub. She needs me. To be strong. To be collected.

Do you know how hard it is to be collected around someone like her? Her beautiful thighs poking out from beneath her coat, giving me a hint of the garter she wears? Shit. I want to plant my lips on her and spread those thighs here on my couch. If this were that Wednesday dinner, I’d make my move doing that.

This isn’t Wednesday, Ira. This is Saturday. You’re a Domme now. Dominate this woman.

“Is it good?” I wrap my arm behind her, pushing my body toward her, cornering her. She’s my prize tonight. My prize for wowing the council. I may have taken her right after that, but now I’m going to slowly devour her until she’s so wet and writhing that she doesn’t even know who she is anymore.

I know that’s what she wants.

Kathleen stiffens. This is going to happen a lot tonight, I know. I’m pushing boundaries on a woman who has never had her boundaries pushed like this before. If I’m gentle with a normal woman her first time submitting? I have to treat Kathleen like a delicate doll – without being obvious that’s what I’m doing. I don’t want to frighten or insult her.

“It’s sweet.” The rim of her wineglass hovers around her pink lips. I’m still fighting back my urges from earlier today, and all I can think about are those luscious lips on my nipple, sucking like I almost got sucked on the throat by Stephanie May last night.

You kinda owe me, Katie.

“Right. You’re not usually a woman who likes sweet.”

She puts the glass down on the nearest table. “Sweet has its place.” Her eyes glance at mine. “You’re not a sweet type, though.”

“No.” My fingers curl around the back of her neck, marking her skin with pressure, testing her limits. “For you, I might make an exception.”

From the moment I lightly kiss her throat, inhaling her intoxicating scent, and feeling myself need her more and more, I know I’ve got this. Maybe. Good God, I’d be happy just having vanilla sex with her on my couch like this.

Kathleen Allen gives me tremendous thrills. It’s only right I give those back to her.

“Katie,” I murmur against her heartbeat, feeling her relax against the couch beneath me. “Do you like it when I call you that?”

Her hand rests on my leg. Her touch is everything I want, everything I need. My body is heating up. Tonight will be such a test of self-control.

“Yes.”

“No one else calls you that, right?” I’ve never heard it. Granted, I’m not thinking much about it as I unbutton the top of her coat and reveal that she’s wearing nothing but lacy black underwear beneath. A pushup bra. Not that she needs it… but holy shit, looking into her shadowy cleavage has me… I can’t help it. My hand grabs her breast, gently, although trust me when I say I’m using every ounce of restraint to keep from mauling her with devotion.

“You’re the only one, Ira.”

“You will call me Mistress tonight.”

This time I know she’s stiffening from discomfort. I reminded her of why she’s here. I’ve established our roles. She must submit.

“You’re the only one, Mistress.”

Her voice is droll. Robotic. Great. She’s not into it.

Yet here I am, every inch of my body reacting with such desperation for her that I go insane. So, I don’t care about how she sounds at the moment. She’s lucky I’m not a raging lunatic right now, splitting her in two and making her scream into the couch.

Ah, fuck.

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