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I’m too busy kissing these lips to think of a safe word. “Pick one for me… Mistress.”

Her hands caress my ass, my spine. “Pink. Like the color of these pretty lips.”

I can remember that.

“Tonight, Katie.” I’m wrapped in her embrace, my nose grazing her chin and inhaling that powerful, masculine cologne she wears even when she’s alone. It’s intoxicating. I want her. I want her inside me, devouring me, helping me to get to know a side of myself I’ve never met before. “You’re going to be all mine tonight. I’ll go easy, but it will still be hard on you because you’re coming from a different world. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Mistress.”

“Good. Now when we go in there,” Ira gestures toward her bedroom, “I’m going to start Topping you again. I don’t mean to scare you. I’m listening to you, to your body. I want you to feel nothing but pleasure, but you have to let yourself feel that pleasure. I can’t do that for you.”

“I understand.”

“Come here.” She kisses me once more, her arms lowering and then lifting me.

Lifting me into her hold.

I’ve never had anyone carry me before. Not even a half-carry like I experience when Ira leads me, weightless, toward her bedroom. I never thought she would be strong enough. I know she works out. I know she’s stronger than she looks, but holy shit, she’s actually half-carrying me to her room, my arms looped around her neck as I hold myself together.

Ira Mathison is carrying me into her room. To dominate me.

Give in, slut. I wish the inner me would shut up. I want to savor this moment as the woman I am.

Chapter 25

Kathleen

“You’re so soft and beautiful.” Ira has me on her bed, my arms propping me up as she stands before me, pulling off my coat and destroying my body with hungry eyes. “Everything about you is supple. Especially here.” She pokes one of my breasts, making me tremble. “You’re going to come undone for me, and I can’t wait.”

The coat falls down my arms, and I lift each hand so she can pull it away and let it drop to the floor. Now she’s looming so far over me that everything is shadow.

Ira kisses my forehead, my cheek, my shoulder. Teeth nip my bra strap. She’s going slow, although everything she does feels so… predatory. A wolf in a crisp Italian shirt.

It shouldn’t make me so hot.

Moving to her room has made me feel safer, and I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s the heightened sense of privacy. Maybe it’s the comfort of her king-sized bed. Or maybe I needed a change in scenery after associating my fear of losing control with the living room.

Doesn’t matter. I feel so much better now. I think I’m ready.

Pink. That’s my safe word. I can stop this at any time. Pink. I still have control.

“Do you want me to do it?” She’s muttering against my shoulder, pressing her face into my cleavage. Her tongue strikes my nipple inside my bra, and I suck in my breath like I’ve never had this done to me before. “Do you want me to take you over, Katie?”

The word falls too easily from my lips. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She’s so soft-spoken, but I hear the stern Domme in her voice. The one who wants to be respected. To receive obedience.

“You’re so hot.” She’s on her knees, breathing hard against my thighs. Fuck me. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and relaxed for what I have planned next.”

Planned. Next.

Ira’s tongue is all over my slit before I realize my legs are opened and spread on the bed. Fuck. She’s licking my lingerie, tearing at the lace and silk with her teeth, tongue frisking my clit whenever she feels like it. I try not to think about how vulnerable I feel. Especially since I can’t hide how aroused I am.

“Katie…” Ira pulls away my underwear and goes for it, her tongue all over my clit, my slit, inside me. Her tongue is deceptively large. If it feels like it packs a punch in my mouth, then it’s downright destructive down there. It feels so good. Her hands are on my hips, pulling me forward against her face. Her tongue obliterates the last of my worries as I relax into this and anticipate my first climax of the evening.

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