Page 31 of The Holiday

I don’t know how she hasn’t come yet!Surely, Kathleen’s perpetual pleasure would get it out of her. Kathleen's core was permanently clenching, doing its fucking damnedest to stimulate Ira in return. Oh, not only her body! That blasted ego, too! It became a mission. How hard and how often did Kathleen have to come to get this Domme to come?

That wasn’t the “worst” part.

No, the biggest source of Kathleen’s carnal mayhem came from the mirror hanging in front of her.

For a guest room, this place had a huge mirror hanging above the antique dresser, granting a perfect view of the large bed and any hanky-panky going on.I can’t look away…She looked so spent, her face scrunched in continuous carnality as Ira thrust into her so hard that her thighs turned red and her breasts bounced with the force of a quake beneath her feet. Even if she managed to close her eyes and shut out the truth of how she looked, she could not escape the sounds of her cries begging for relief. Or was it the sound of Ira pounding her from below? Either way, that sensational sound of hot skin and wet flesh made Kathleen sob in desire.

“Please come!” she eventually cried. “For the love of God, Ira!”

No matter how much she begged, however, Ira did not give her what she wanted. Eventually, she slowed her thrusts, holding herself deep within Kathleen as she collapsed backward into her Domme’s embrace, breathless.

“You want me so badly that you scream it to the rest of this house?” Ira hissed into her ear. One hand mauled her breasts. “You really are my slutty nymph.”

Oh, no. Kathleen was a goner when she started getting off on Ira calling her names. “I’m here to make you come, Mistress.” The world crashed down around her. The more she fell into herrole of Katie, the sub of Ira Mathison, the more she wanted to debase herself for her Domme’s sake. “I don’t want anything else.”

“If you can make me come, then I will certainly reward you, my sweet.”

“Please… I’ve already come so much…” It was almost unbearable.

“I know. That’s why if you can make me do it, you’ll get what you want so much.”

“I don’t know what to do…” Kathleen had clenched her, massaged her, and even screamed at her to come. Nothing worked! “Use me however you need to…”

“I will.” Kathleen flew forward, landing on her hands on the end of the bed, her body dislodging from Ira’s long enough to warn her that she was unprecedentedly stretched. A torrent of her arousal emerged, running down her skin, down Ira’s, and making her so wet that she was almost useless.

Oh, hell yeah.

She was brought up on her knees, legs spread and her head pushed into the bed. Ira lined herself up, her strength unbridled as she held Kathleen's face to the bed with one hand and her hips still with the other.

“You’re mine, Katie. No one else can have you.” That was the last thing Ira said to her before driving her to the end.

Kathleen screamed into the bedding, her cries of pleasure driving her brain to a higher place as Ira pounded her until she barely felt like a person anymore.Fuck, I asked for this…

Coincidentally, those were the only words she could speak as well. “Fuck me, Ira! Fuck me!” Too bad the bed muffled most of those words.

It could not muffle hers.

Whenever Kathleen was put into this position, her sole purpose becoming her Domme’s pleasure, the only things Iracalled her were dirty words that made her embarrassed and out of the solar system turned-on at the same time.After the month I’ve had, I need to feel like this.She needed to give up her humanity occasionally. The only person she trusted with that endeavor was Ira—the only woman who could help her escape reality and give her seemingly simple tasks instead of asking her to save or change the world.

Making her come should’ve been one of those easy tasks. Except right now Kathleen was so beyond herself that all her brain registered was Ira’s prosthetic spearing her cunt and those filthy words making her feel both liberated and debased.

“Oh, God!” That was the only entity capable of helping Kathleen as Ira firmly grabbed her hips and began impaling her. Hard. Loud. Intense. Ira broke her open and made her spill her soul time and again. Yet another orgasm claimed Kathleen, and she shrieked, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

Finally, after what felt like a million years and half that much pleasure, Ira squeezed her ass and shouted along with Kathleen.

It was both relieving and toxic to feel her burst. As Ira slowed down, Kathleen collapsed onto the bed, her mind finally going blank and her body spent. There was nothing left except the warmth of her Domme still inside her.

Ira fell over her, breathing against Kathleen’s sweat-covered back. Their hearts thundered together, and Ira gently nuzzled the back of her girlfriend’s neck. Kathleen closed her eyes, basking in the afterglow of being ravaged. Her legs shook, and her arms would not support her for a while. She had given herself completely to her lover, and she knew that Ira was equally satisfied.

They collapsed, on opposite sides of the bed, Kathleen nursing her thighs and Ira panting in borderline pain. “I swear to God, woman,” she eventually growled. “If you try to fuck me again, I will boot you out of this room and you can go get your kickselsewhere. I bet Coleman could still use someone to help her with Jamie.”

“No problem.” Kathleen rolled over. “Good fucking night.” She pulled herself up to the pillow and promptly passed out.

Chapter 10

Natasha

The thing about agreeing to go into Eve’s room wasn’t that sex was on the table… but that Natasha must work her way up to it. Have an out in case she decided it wasn’t for her.

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