Page 88 of The Dommes

She grabs my hair, my scalp, and the edge of the tub. Kathleen fucks my face, her swollen clit pushing against my tongue every time it lashes out to taste her.

Wetness – and not from the faucet – overcomes my lips as we press on. She’s a maniac, grinding against my face, humping my mouth, and losing herself on my skin. Every time I inhale, I smell her scent. It’s getting stronger. Stronger. Stronger. The sweet menagerie of her voice and the running water are getting me greedy, but I forego touching myself so I can touch nothing but her.

“Ira…” I love the way she says my name. “Eye-raaaah.” The sound is so desperate and drawn out. “Ira!”

Gushing. The heat smacks me in the face, and I ravenously eat her, letting my tongue lap up everything tumbling onto it. She’s coming into my mouth, and fuck me sideways, it’s the hottest thing that’s happened tonight.

Her writhing gradually slows, and she eases me off her and shuts off the faucet. The water is at perfect depth. Kathleen looks at me, glowing, her clothes falling off and begging me to undress her.

So I do.

Our movements are slow in the candlelight. She mutters sweet nothings into my ear as I untie her halter and help her shimmy out of the red dress. My lips suck the necklace dipping into her cleavage until she unclasps it and lets it fall onto the dress. Her underwear falls with grace from her legs, and soon my darling Kathleen is naked and radiant in the candlelight.

“My hair,” she laments, holding it in her hand as I undress in front of her. “I don’t want it getting all wet. I washed it this morning.”

I open one of the counter drawers and pull out an errant hair clasp a long-ago lover left behind. Kathleen snatches it from me while I pull her hair on top of her head. It’s the messiest bun in the universe, and I love it.

I love it even more when she dips into the water, shuddering at how hot and delightful it is. As soon as I finish undressing, I join her, displacing enough water to reach the rim of the tub. My arm wraps around Katie’s shoulders and brings her close to me as I relax against the back of the tub. Her arm circles in front of me, her cheek against my shoulder. I should have brought us drinks, but the candlelight and bubbles will have to be romantic enough.

“I never thought in a million years that you would put something like this together.”

Rarely do I see the ceiling of my bathroom. Can’t say I look up at it very often. Then again, rarely do I soak in the tub. Not alone. If I’m getting in the bath, I want to be with another woman. That’s real luxury.

“You underestimate me,” I whisper into Katie’s ear. “I’m quite the romantic.”

“Uh-huh.” Her lips touch my chest, and I can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve this moment. I thought she would have run away from me by now.

Especially since she’s acting so submissive.

She probably doesn’t realize it, but the way she defers to my plan, sinks into the tub, and curls around me screams mine. Luckily for her, I can’t think about it because the feeling of her hand rubbing my breasts is lulling me into a light slumber.

I wait until a few more minutes pass before broaching the sensitive subject on my mind.

“We need to talk, Katie. About the other things.”

Her body tenses in my hold. “Screw you,” she mutters. “Can’t let us have one nice night without bringing up that shit.”

There’s nothing pleasant in her tone. It kills me. “It has to be discussed.”

“Why? You said tonight was vanilla. Our kind, anyway. I don’t want to think about kink, Ira. My thoughts are already muddled with everything else I’m thinking about.”

“Why are you thinking at all? Just relax.”

“What a typical thing to say.” Her fingers clench my shoulder. “I don’t know how you can shut your thoughts off like that. It’s the kind of thing I associate with men, you know.”

Now it’s my turn to clench her, right on the upper arm. “It’s neither a man nor a woman thing, my dear. It’s also a sub thing.”

“Don’t bring that word up tonight.”

“Katie…”

“Don’t.” The water splashes as she lifts her head and meets my gaze. Her blues are icy flames, and they’re pulling me in, threatening to burn me alive if I say the wrong thing again. “After what happened last time, I want to be myself with you, Ira.”

“What about ‘that’ wasn’t you?”

She clamps her lips together, blond brows scowling in thought. “Don’t start that up. Don’t you get it, Ira? This is what I want tonight.” Her wet hand gestures to the tub, to our nakedness. “I’m comfortable with you. Don’t compromise it.”

“I’m not going to do anything.” Even if she begged me in bed to get rough and Top her, I wouldn’t do it tonight, no matter how much my body cried for it. I don’t want to take the risk of driving her away again. Every time Kathleen grows closer to me, something happens to scare her off again. I’m sick of that. I’ve learned my lesson. Please believe me, Katie.

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