Page 55 of The Dommes

I don’t know what’s going through her head. I really don’t want to care. I want to hear her call me Mistress with all the need and passion I want from a sub. It’s not enough to hear the word. I need to hear her true intent.

“You can say no tonight.” I encounter the heat in her thigh. “You can say no to anything.”

“I know that… Mistress.”

“Do you not like this?”

“I’m still getting used to it.”

“You’re beautiful.” These platitudes work for most women, but she’s different. I’ll need to step up my game. “So sexy and smart. I want to give you so much pleasure that you go blind.”

A smile twitches on her lips. “Worship me?”

Domme talk. I can work with it. “I’ll worship you, Katie. Worship you in a way no woman has ever dared to worship you before. Trust me. Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know…”

“It’s okay. I know what you mean.”

“Do you know? I trust you to stop if I say so, but do you know me?”

“I’m learning. This is a first for both of us in a lot of ways. Give me a chance to show you a world you’ve never visited before.”

She sucks in her breath, her lips mere inches away from mine. “All right,” she whispers. “Please kiss me… Mistress.”

I do. I kiss those lips like I’ve been yearning to all night, my tongue instantly diving down her throat, claiming everything it can. She has a small, warm mouth. Yet her tongue is fire, blazing against mine, her hand on my cheek as she kisses me back with every ounce of passion inside of her.

Shit. Shit. I’m shuddering already.

Shit, shit, her hand is on my crotch.

Normally, I would pull her hand away. Normally, I would admonish her for not following directions, but I like her sense of adventure. It’s Katie. I want to go easy on the orders tonight.

It’s Katie.

I don’t know what that means anymore. Just that she’s ruining me as much as I’m getting ready to ruin her.

As we kiss, my hand dipping into her bra to indulge in those soft nipples, her fingers pull down my zipper and search for what I have in store for her. I groan against her tongue, and the next thing I know, she’s got her hand wrapped firmly around my new present.

“You don’t get to play with that and not do what I want,” I growl.

“And what do you want, Mistress?”

She knows. She knows. “I want you to get down on your knees and pleasure me.”

I can feel that smile as she continues to kiss me. Insubordinate. I have to remind myself that she’s no normal sub tonight. I have to go easy.

“Thought you would never ask.”

Katie kisses my throat, the buttons on my shirt, and then my belt buckle as she slips onto the floor and in front of my legs. Her blond bun entices me to the point I grab it, filling my hand with hair as she completely pulls away the opening of my pants.

She doesn’t recognize what I’m wearing. Of course she doesn’t. I hadn’t seen it in person until this evening, after all.

Yet she’s subtle with her surprise. I doubt she knows exactly what I’ve got here. State-of-the-art equipment that goes beyond personal enjoyment. The kind of five-star reviews I’ve heard from my transgender guy friends, some of whom I used to date and introduced me to the thrilling world of prosthetics that go beyond making you feel a certain way. They make your partner feel a, uh, certain way too.

“Oh…” Katie parts her lips, hands in her lap as she pushes up her chest like a naïve blossom. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that’s the Avalon Neo XL.”

My stupid smile falls off my face. “You’re familiar, huh?”

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