Chapter 16

Ira

"Ira!" Kathleen's shock is palpable as I push her up against the wall and kiss her.

Hesitating, I wait for her to say no. To push me away. I wait. I hear nothing but the beating of my own heart and the breaths rushing out of her throat. I feel nothing but the heat of her skin and my blasted body straining against my clothes.

She's hesitating too. I can sense it within her. Oh, she wants me as much as I want her. Kathleen just wasn't planning on us doing it right now.

You don't know how happy I am when she kisses me back, her hands clutching my face and the rest of her inching closer to mine, famished and needy.

Oh, fuck.

There's nothing glamorous, nothing romantic about what we do. I'm lifting her onto the table, pushing that skirt as high as it will go while she rips open my shirt, one button popping off and falling to the floor. I don't give a fuck. She can destroy my shirt for all I care. All I care about is sinking my hand into her heat and feeling how aroused I've already made her.

Ha! Already? She's probably been wanting this as much as I have. I don't often read women the wrong way. Just because Kathleen and I aren't compatible as romantic partners, doesn't mean we don't make a helluva pair of lovers.

Yet I can't lie. I want to yank that hair, bite that flesh, and spank her so hard that she squirms away from me every time I come near her – because she can't help it. Because she needs it so badly that her body doesn't want to let her have it. It's one of the most exquisite reactions a Domme like me can witness, and I know I'm not going to get it right now.

Fuck I don't fucking care I just want to fuck her.

"Katie." I growl her beautiful name over and over, squeezing her breasts through her blouse, feeling my whole body fill with blood every time she gasps. This fucking top. It was so hot watching her strut around in it earlier, but now I have no idea how to get to her tits without ruining her outfit. The best I can do is reach my hand up the bottom and claw away her bra, pinching her nipples and listening to her cry out in the most delectable pain you've ever heard.

"Say it again,' she begs, and oh God do I love her begging. That little whine in her voice. Fluttering. Unwavering. "Say my name."

I'm losing myself, but I'm still with it enough to suck on her ear, plunging my tongue deep within it, letting my voice roll off my feral tongue. "Kathleen."

She's shuddering. Her legs are spreading around my hips. Her moans are so simple yet lustful, and just fuck me sideways like I want to fuck her sideways because I'm completely losing my mind listening to and feeling her come undone like this.

I nearly rip her blouse trying to tear it off her torso. Kathleen lifts her arms, letting me toss it to the side as I attack her breasts with my mouth and hands. So soft. So supple and malleable. They're the perfect size. I can't get over her areolas. I can't get over the fact that I remember a word like "areola" right now.

They're so round. So elastic. Every time my lips tug at them they get harder, and Katie moans, her hand clutching the back of my neck and threatening to bring me closer.

Oh, I will get closer.

"I want you." She's not whining anymore. This is that confident woman who strutted around her presentation, cutting off heads and mounting them on her fireplace like treasures. She'll take mine too – but in a completely different way. "Fuck me like you did last week, Ira. Right now!"

I open her legs wider, tearing away her underwear and plunging my thumb into her warmth. She's aroused. Of course, she's aroused. She's begging me to fuck her, and now she's got my thumb inside her, twisting around, searching for her wetness. There's not enough.

The table creaks as I nearly drop to my knees to fully taste her for the first time.

"Ira!" Breathy, raspy, I dunno how to describe it. My nose is so full of her scent that I can't help but lick the length of her slit, fondling her clit with my tongue and tasting everything that is Kathleen Allen. It doesn't take long for that sweet and bitter taste to hit my tongue.

I want more.

I want her so wet that she devours my hand, which is conveniently down my pants. She pulls my hair. I'm eagerly stroking myself, damning myself for not having the foresight that she'd want Round 2 this evening. Why did I leave my equipment at home? So I wouldn't call attention to my crotch when presenting in front of a hundred people? I'm discreet, but not that good! Shit, shit, okay. It's not that I don't know how to fuck a woman the old-fashioned lesbian way, but you know, she asked. She has a request. I've made this composed Domme beg for something that few women around here offer. Like, I'm good! That's the best review ever!

I want her on me. Under me. In front of me, behind me. I don't just want her mouth on me. I want her in me.

That's the wildest thing I've ever thought. I never want someone in me.

Crazier quickies have been had in my life. Yet this is giving me such a rush that it's all I can do to keep myself from coming right now. Maybe if I take my stupid hand out of my pants I can spare myself. Dare I?

Her thighs hug my face. Her hips are so solid in my hands. Everything about her body screams for me to take her. All I want is to hear her voice say it again.

"I swear to God, Ira, if you don't fuck me right now I will scream until somebody hears."

I want to ask her what that will accomplish, but I get the point. I kiss her thighs, her stomach, her beautiful breasts as I ascend her body and find her naughty lips.

Kathleen wraps her legs around my hips and attempts to thrust against me, but the table contains her, and for a brief moment, I fully enjoy this kick-ass Domme attempting to swallow something that isn't there with her greedy body.

I'm doing this to her. I'm turning her into a fiend who only wants one thing. Me.

She tenses as she realizes she's not quite getting what she wants. Even though it interrupts our flow. Even though she looks as if she's going to eat me whole if I don't hurry the hell up and produce something out of thin air. I don't know if you know what it's like to disappoint a beautiful woman who wants everything you're about, but all my id can think about is how good it would be to penetrate this woman for the first time today with something, anything – and how well I can savor it.

Before she expresses her disappointment, I do the next best thing. I've got fingers, yeah?

"Holy fuck!"

I concur. It feels fantastic to plunge them in, to feel her warm, soft inner walls surround the length of my fingers. This isn't something that you can experience in your fantasies. You can only get it from the perfect woman clinging to you.

I've barely entered her, but I pull my fingers out, teasing her entrance as I attempt to control the excited sensations inside me. Oh, who am I kidding? You can't control it. All you can control is the rate at which pleasure attacks your brain, yearning to meld yourself into the perfect creature you find yourself embedded in.

There's only me. There's only her. I'm taking her, pushing slowly at first, and then driving half my hand deep into her, feeling her muscles clamp onto my fingers.

Women are so greedy. Whether innocent or demure or raging sex fiends who take every dumbass to pass by, women are all the damn same once you're inside. Women's bodies have this majestic way of holding onto you, drawing you in deeper until your brain hits a poisonous fever pitch that makes you feel like you're going to end everything right there. But you hold on. For your pleasure, for hers.

Because you need to fuck her.

I'm not seventeen anymore, Katie. I can do things I couldn't even do then. God, that is the best. Right now… shit, shit, right now you're so tight around my fingers, your breasts beneath my mouth as your whimpers of pleasure consume the parts of my brain that aren't focused on what's going on inside of you. Because you've plucked the string attaching my stupid cunt to my stupider heart, and you're one greedy, greedy woman, aren't you, Kathleen?

Take it. I can't hold it any longer. You're coming, your swollen clit rubbing against my thumb every time I remember to ignite that spark. Your nipples are so hard that my lips can't do anything more to them besides make them wet with my saliva. Your face is so scrunched up in pleasure that now I'm only going to focus on these sensations and nothing else.

I almost forgot that I was also touching myself. Well, it's kinda hard to forget. I may be so wrapped up in what's going on with you Katie, but I've had my other hand down my underwear this whole time and, my God, this is so different from last week, yet just as good, just as intense.

I enter the point of no return. It's happening. My body is losing control, and it feels so fucking great to pretend that you're the one touching me while I touch you. So easy, so perfect, because I bet you would be if this wasn't so sudden and a quickie necessary for nobody to notice our absence. I bet you'd touch me. I bet you can't wait to touch me the way I've been touching you this past week.

You're stifling your screams of orgasm with your palm, and that only makes me come harder while I touch us both.

There's this two-second window where everything is nothing. It's perfection. It's bliss. In those two seconds, we're so connected that I both want to run away from you and never let you go again. My brain is filling with endorphins. Dangerous endorphins.

Endorphins that tell me I love you.

Usually, they're easy to ignore. I indulge them long enough to enjoy the moment, but then I'm back to my senses and the mess we've created in our need for each other. Except you're different. Shit, I felt it the first time we fucked, and now I feel it again.

I don't want to let go of those endorphins.

I want to pretend that we're in love. I want to keep kissing you, like I am right now, my wrist cramping and my knuckles permanently hooked because they only exist for you, but neither of us wants to pull away.

"Don't move." Your whimper is so loving that I have no choice but to obey you this one time. "Ira…"

Kathleen's knee is so high in the air from being bent and spread that I can easily kiss it. She sighs, opening up around me in a bid to get my hand thrusting again. No, it's too soon. I'm sorry. The desire is there but the discomfort is settling in. I'm still human, Katie.

I kiss her breast, her lips once more before reclaiming my hand. Right away, I imagine her lying on my bed, naked, her nether lips spread open so I can watch the fears, pains, and consciousness fade away from her face as I send her into magnanimous subspace. That's not going to happen. She's the type of Domme who doesn't do that. Ever.

I want to convince you otherwise, Katie.

"Wow." She eases her legs shut, gently, and I can only imagine how tender her stretched muscles are right now. "Wow."

"Wow." I kiss her as the word falls from my lip.

"I'm serious." She nibbles my mouth, her soft hands back on my face. It may sound funny, but it kinda makes me feel safe. "That was as much a mindfuck as it was a real fuck."

"Come again?"

Kathleen slips off the table and fixes her skirt. She fetches her peplum top off the floor and scurries to put it back on. I suppose we should clean up and get out of here. One of these days, Katie, I'm taking you to bed and holding you there for a whole night.

"I wasn't expecting that. That's all."

She puts her clothes back on. I use my handkerchief to wipe off my hand and wonder where the nearest bathroom is. For now, I need to pull myself together and try to fix my shirt. Shit. There's a button missing. "After the way you dominated that speech…"

Kathleen grins at me. "You like that, eh?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself." I'm not about to get on my knees and call her Mistress. "Anyway, they're going to miss us soon."

"Aw, Ira." She's on me, her hands planted on my shoulders as she pushes me against the table and nuzzles her nose along my jaw. At first, I'm wary that she's going to try to take me now. "You're a fun lay. Feel free to ravage me a bit anytime." She caresses my ear. "I'm thinking you can stick whatever you want in me when we get going. It's an adventure with you."

Somehow, I'm still wary.

We leave separately, me taking a short detour to the nearest restroom. By the time I reach the main hall, my mother is admonishing me for disappearing, and Kathleen is schmoozing Colleen Woodrow.

It's too surreal. There's Kathleen, hiding the big secret that we've done it not once, but twice. You'd never guess from looking at her that she was screwing me in the other room. I don't know if that's impressive or a bruise to my ego. A part of me wants this whole room to know that I laid claim to that.

A part of me? A little piece of my brain? It's whispering, "You're mine," in her direction. Everyone that comes near her is pissing me off. No. Go away.

Kathleen Allen is mine.

She doesn't know it yet. She can't know it yet.

But she will be mine.

I turn a smile to Lara Anderssen and tell her that she looks lovely today. My desperation is through the roof, and all I can think about is running away from here with Kathleen.

I don't know where we're going, but I'm going to lay claim to her once and for all. To the point that no other would ever dare try to take her for themselves.

As soon as Colleen is free, I'm making my move. I'm going to corner her and tell her every reason she should go with my project.

I will win that bet. I will dominate Kathleen Allen, and I won't be happy until she's tied up and stuffed on my bed.

She has no idea that I'm about to revolutionize her world.