Chapter 46

Ira

Forever . That is how long I will remember the moment I told Kathleen Allen I wanted to watch her dominate someone.

Her face? Hilarious. Intriguing. Exquisite. It takes her a few seconds to realize what I've said. What I've implied. Behind her stands this pretty woman who looks a good mixture of saucy and willing to obey. Whatever makes her the most money tonight.

Ah, Kathleen, you didn't think the long game here. You thought we were coming here merely to have sex? Maybe play around with some toys? We could do that anywhere. This mansion is one of the only places to have a full, private experience.

Ever think I wanted to have that experience with you?

"Go on," I say, taking a seat in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. From here, I have an excellent view of everything. The bed. The open area.

The women.

I don't know what frame of mind Katie arrived in. Vanilla? Submissive? Either way, she was clearly not expecting to dominate anyone tonight. Let alone another woman.

"Oh, absolutely," Kathleen says, hands on hips. "I'm sure you'd love to see me have sex with another woman."

"Who said anything about sex?" I ask June for a drink, and she responds with alacrity, going to a small wet bar to pour me a fresh scotch. "You don't even have to touch her, darling."

June brings me a glass, eyes downcast and smiling. If nothing else, she finds our lovers' quarrel amusing. Kathleen, on the other hand, is staring me down as if I've betrayed her.

"Katie." I extend my arm and take her by the fingers. Slowly I draw her toward me, keeping my visage soft. "We're here to have some fun. I know how much you love to Domme."

Her cheeks suck into her mouth. "I've never done that with you watching, though." Her voice is low, and June does her best to not look like she's listening.

But she is.

I've said it once, I'll say it again. These women are professionals, and from my short conversation with both June and Monique, I discovered that the former is the second-in-command to the latter around here. That means she only answers to Monique Grant when it comes to reading people and deducing what makes them tick.

I can only imagine what she's thinking about us.

"I'm sure you'd rather dominate me, Katie, but we work with what we're given. Besides…" I rub her arm, hoping she feels some comfort from my presence. "I've always wanted to see you work up close like this. You don't perform at Midnight."

She's quick. "Neither do you."

We enter an uncomfortable silence. A silence that isn't broken until June sinks down to her knees and crawls the short distance to my side.

She's gorgeous. Especially at this angle, where I can see straight down her generous cleavage and that round ass in the air. I can't help but smile.

"My only wish is to serve," she says sweetly. It's rehearsed, the voice practiced, but she's providing a fantasy and that's all we need from her. "Anyone, as it makes no difference. However…" June touches my pant leg. Instantly, Kathleen lowers her arms and widens her eyes. "If the Mistress is not up for the job…"

Her hand curls around my thigh. She winks, and it's not in flirtation. It's because she knows how Kathleen will react.

"Get away from them." Kathleen is behind the third wheel, itching to clutch that long hair and give it a good yank. "Who the fuck gave you permission to touch them?"

June snatches her hand away from me. At least she was kind enough to give my pelvis a brief caress. "Please, Mistress, I meant no offense…"

"Get up!" Katie yanks on June, pulling her to her feet. "You don't get to touch them, do you understand me?"

There's a wild look in her eye. One I haven't seen since the first time I Topped her. Now that it's not used on me, it's… well, it's pretty hot.

Who doesn't want to watch a Domme go at another woman?

"I understand, Mistress." June attempts to hide her smile, but we all see it. The thrill of a girl who is about to get what she deserves. I pegged June as more of a Top who will bottom for a dollar, but maybe she's a switch after all. Or at least for the right people. Ah, what a nice ego stroke. "I will not touch them, but I do need someone to touch me."

"I bet." Kathleen towers over June, her wavy blond hair falling in currents over her sparkling dress. She's a femme fatale in her heels and body-hugging dress. With her smoky and red makeup, and her jewelry that twinkles in this electric candlelight, I want to take her into my arms, to kiss that pulsing neck and feel her heat all over my body. Angry Kathleen is a fun one to fuck. Let me bend her over that large bed and have her while she screams the nastiest filth.

I drink some of my scotch before anyone sees my twisting lips.

"Tell her what she is, Kathleen," I say with a little too much conviction.

She looks down at June, still kneeling on the floor with her hair scraping the carpet and her short dress bunching around her ass.

"I'd rather hear her say it." Manicured nails graze June's cheek as Kathleen tilts that head back and looks into large eyes. "A woman who takes money in exchange for pleasure. A woman who instantly goes for the one I came here with? The one I will have tonight? Not only is she brazen enough to defy my wishes, but she's lowlier than what she is. Now say what you are."

June looks between us, her mouth turning down but her eyes glistening in excitement. Good to know we can have some fun tonight.

"I'm nothing more than yours, Mistress."

We're silent. That's not what Kathleen was looking for, and we all know it. I'm trying not to laugh at the insolence on her face.

"Mine, you say. When we all know you would rather have that stranger over there. Well, do I have some news for you, my dear." She bends down, pushing her mouth toward June's ear. "No one's getting some of that tonight but me."

"Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress."

"Stand up. You need to be taught a lesson so you don't flirt with someone else's partner."

I've never seen this side of Kathleen before. Not like this.

It's hot. The way she's acting possessive over me. Acting like she'll kick this girl's ass for even looking at me. You know, June's plan all along. Flirt with me. Get punished.

She knew how to awaken the Domme in Kathleen. For that, she'll be getting a generous tip. We'll see what more she can earn tonight.

"What are these rags you're wearing?" Kathleen pulls on the flimsy straps of June's dress. Everyone here is paid well enough to buy designer outfits, and I even recognize the make of this black dress. Yet if you believe Kathleen, June is dressed like a pauper. "Take them off."

We wait while June unzips the back of her dress and lets it pool at her feet. She's wearing lacy black underwear beneath. Probably a staple around here. For good reason. She's stunning in it, her pale skin contrasting exquisitely with the dark bra and underwear set.

"Over here."

Kathleen hauls our feminine sub to the end of the bed and leaves her standing there while searching for the drawer of goodies every one of these rooms has. You can't see them right away, and in this room all the BDSM tools for the client are tucked in a black chest near the bed.

Straps. Handcuffs. Implements of mild torture. Enough balms and lotions to soothe any ragged ass.

June grins at her treasure of goodies. I do love a switch at these places. Especially if that switch has a touchy personality but knows how to take a good spanking.

Ideally, I think that's what I want to do to Katie.

I don't have much time to think about that. My scotch is half gone and the lady who would get me another one is tied to a hook in her own ceiling.

Kathleen has to slip off her shoes and climb onto the bed to string up June. The black silk binds loop through an elastic hook and are tied snugly around each wrist. Black lace hugs the round flesh of June's lovely ass. An ass I'm given a greater view of when Kathleen hops off the bed, rummages through the chest, and pulls out a spreader bar.

Those long legs part. I'm the most arrogant asshole in the world as I sip my scotch and watch a woman's supple flesh jiggle with every slight twist of her hips.

It's about to get better. Kathleen just pulled out a leather paddle.

A rush of blood consumes me. How can it not? I've never seen Kathleen like this before. I know this is how she naturally is, but I've spent so long now trying to deconstruct it so I can reconstruct her that there's never been a chance to see Kathleen Allen, Domme, in action.

She says she hasn't properly Topped a woman in months. You'd never guess from the way she teases the small of June's back with the end of the paddle.

"I want to hear you admit it, pet," Kathleen says with a sickeningly scrawling snarl. "Admit that you were going to fuck what's mine."

"What's mine." She means me. A Domme's jealousy… it's both dangerous and hot.

"I was, Mistress," June says, loud enough for me to hear on the other side of the room. "I was going to fuck them."

Doesn't matter if she was or not. The point is to make June admit she needs to be punished. Something all three of us want.

"Were you?" Kathleen caresses June's face, pulling her long hair out of the way by casting it over a bare shoulder. "What were you going to do? Put your tongue between their legs? Swallow their soul? Climb in their lap and fuck them?" The paddle taps June's ass. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her whole body deliciously shiver.

Hello there, my id, you're quite excited, aren't you? The touch of my alternate pronouns is what makes this extra thrilling. I'm used to, even placated by, Katie's use of my traditional female pronouns I've carried with me since birth. But, sometimes, when we're in front of others, she defaults to gender neutral as if it's nothing. I usually don't think about it. Now, though? Damn, it's hot! Go on, Katie. Be the biggest, fiercest femme in this room. I'm as attracted to that as I am the other womanly figure in a matching set of black underwear, her generous curves contrasting nicely with your narrower figure.

"Or were you going to bend over this bed and let them pummel this pretty pussy of yours, your screams begging them to turn you into the dirtiest slut this house has ever seen?"

Oh, Katie, you project too much!

"That one, Mistress. I wanted them to fuck me until I passed out."

You know, I'm imagining this. Me, June, that big bed while Kathleen watches. I can't help but wonder if she would actually get off on something like that – watching me fuck another woman, that is. I can't believe it. She's too jealous right now, and all June did was touch my thigh and imply she wanted me to dominate her. I didn't say I would. I wasn't going to, because I want to see Katie dole our justified punishment. I yearn to see her work.

In the club, I love to sit and watch a feminine sub put on a show like this. Doesn't matter the gender of the Top giving it to her. Tonight? I'm so enthralled by Katie's liquid movements that I almost miss the pinking of June's ass when the paddle lands on the left cheek. A yelp echoes in the room. The silk binds twist in the air as June pulls against them.

Blood goes straight to my heart. Just like blood is going straight to June's flesh, making it so red with every smack of the paddle.

Kathleen pays careful attention to the whole area. She strikes both cheeks, the back of June's thighs, and even part of her calves, although not as hard. She's sure to spread the love all over, which doubles as a protection to places already struck. It's the same way I spanked her the other night. Not that I doubt for a second that Kathleen already knows how to do this.

And I get to witness it.

Watching her move around June, whispering in her ear, caressing before striking, and then grabbing that pink ass is honestly one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I don't know if it's because it's two women, because it's Kathleen, or because…

There's something about the way Kathleen dominates that makes me hot and sweaty.

I finish my drink and keep the empty glass to my lips. My eyes won't leave the scene in front of me. As soon as Kathleen is finished spanking the poor woman – or lucky girl, really – she unties the binds and turns June around.

No longer can I see that pretty flesh, but I do see the exasperation on the cocky woman's face. She's no longer in a silly, flirty mood. She's trembling in arousal, her eyes begging me to do something about this – namely, give her sexual relief.

Can't do that, June. You're Kathleen's. You said so yourself.

Kathleen gets rid of the paddle. As she tosses it aside, her hand fondles the top of June's breast, pulling down the front of her bra and pinching her nipple. The sound coming from the pro's throat is like an angel's

"Look at them, sweetie." Kathleen takes June by the chin and forces her face in my direction. Something metallic and sparkling dangles from the Domme's hand. I think I recognize it, but I'm not sure. If I'm right? Oh, boy. Oh, boy. "They're handsome, aren't they? No wonder you wanted to fuck them. I have it on good authority that they're a good Domme. You would've had a good time with someone like Ira."

Clips and chains fall onto the bed. I was right. This is gonna get good.

"You missed the memo, though. They're my Domme."

I don't know what the fuck is hotter. Hearing her possessive jealousy overtake this otherwise self-assured woman, seeing the first nipple clamp take its prisoner, or registering that Katie just called me her Domme

It's an incredible trifecta of everything I want and more. I am having the best day ever.

So is June, as she moans so deeply from both nipple clamps that I think she's going to die. She's definitely getting wet. I can see it from here.

"You're lovely, though." Kathleen takes a peaceful approach now, stroking the whole of June's skin and nibbling at the corner of her mouth. "I can see why you were picked to be a professional. Clients must go crazy for you. They all want to fuck you, I'm sure. What would be one more from Ira? You ever fuck them before?"

June takes a second to respond. "No, Mistress. I've never fucked them."

"So you've never even seen them naked? Too bad. They look great."

Thank you for the continuous strokes to my ego, darling.

"Go ahead, Ira. Take off some clothes and show her what she's missing."

We both look at her. Mostly me. Because… what?

"Are you shy?" Kathleen smacks one of June's breasts, making it jiggle and the chain hanging from it chime. "This girl is over here tied up, sexually tortured., and you're being shy?"

Don't fret. I'm good and ready. I've been ignoring my arousal so I won't be tempted to touch myself while this goes on, but now I'm suddenly aware of the throbbing desire emanating from my entire pelvic area. Even my bound breasts crave freedom. I want them both. To feel Kathleen's mouth on me, licking me clean, getting me ready for more fun as I gently fuck her face. Then I want to take this poor, hapless sub she chose and put her out of her sexual misery. With Kathleen watching.

Urging me.

Great, I think I understand the Anderssens now.

I've never felt as powerful in the bedroom as I do with Kathleen. We could make a formidable team. In private, I'll train her to be my sub. In "public," we'll be two badass Dommes picking off one girl at a time. Ah, it's a tempting thought.

The power is in my head, and I think I can get away with a few demands of my own.

"Why don't you come over here and show her yourself?"

Kathleen laughs. June can't respond. Even so, the Domme steps away from her sub and approaches me, hips swaying with every seductive step.

"You just want me to touch your cunt," Kathleen says, straddling the arms of the chair with her hands. Her lips are inches away from my own, but I don't tempt fates by kissing her. "You're as transparent as a ghost, Mathison."

Aside from glancing down her cleavage, my eyes are locked on hers. Hungry. Jealous. Burning with possessiveness. Her fingers expertly drop my zipper and stroke me. I hold in a breath. All Katie can do is grin and touch my mound.

She walks away, leaving me exposed. June can probably see it. Whether or not she can doesn't matter.

"Why do you think they're excited like that?" Katie coos, tugging on the nipple clamps. "Is it because of how sexy you are like this? Maybe. It could be those sounds you keep making. That sweet look of sexual release on your face. They're still hot as hell at the end of the day. They want to fuck any woman looking at them like that."

June whimpers, but I can't understand what she says.

"You know what I think? She's salivating because of me. Me dominating turns them on."

I grin.

"They'd be horny if I did this to anyone. A woman like you… a handsome lover with an intimate knowledge of the female body…" Kathleen pulls a pouch from the chest. Inside it is a small vibrating egg. It turns on without a hitch, its hum sending shivers through me, through my cunt. "Me doing it to them."

I don't have time to think about that implication. The vibrating egg touches June's mound, and she writhes as if the world is ending around her and her soul is trapped on this god forsaken planet.

"Good girl. You want that reward, don't you?" Kathleen pulls the egg away. "I can feel how wet and hot you are inside those undies."

Someone send me help because this is so fucking hot. You'd almost think I planned it!

"Yes, Mistress…" June is breathless, her arousal overtaking her in ways she probably rarely shows someone, let alone two people at once. She's staring at me, and I'm not sure if it's my face or my state of undress that commands more attention. I'm okay not knowing. "Please, let me come."

"I bet you'd like that. Why should I let you do that? You tried to take what's mine." She tips up the sub's chin and comes dangerously close to kissing her. "Then again, I'm sure they'd like nothing better than to see me bring you pleasure. I suppose it's the least you could do."

Neither June nor I are prepared for what Kathleen does – taking the sub's mouth and pussy both.

Lips are on June's. Muffled moans rise in the air. The buzzing egg rubs all over June's slit. I hear the orgasm coming.

When June loses it, she loses it hard.

She shakes her binds, jingles her nipple clamps, and squeals so hard on Kathleen's lips that you would think she was going through tremendous pain. We all know better. That scent in the room is nothing but June.

Amid the woman's orgasm, Kathleen glances at me, smiling as if to say, "Is this what you had in mind?"

So much and more, my sweet.

June dangles from her binds once her orgasm subsides. Clicking in her throat, Kathleen unties the girl and helps her lie on the bed. The spreader moves away. I see that pinked ass again as Katie rolls June over and administers diligent aftercare.

I look away. I think about getting my own drink, but it may not leave me lucid enough to enjoy the ensuing moments. Like Katie waiting a few minutes before politely telling June to get the fuck out of the room.

By now my body feels like it's about to stage a mutiny. I sat through that without touching myself. So the moment June grabs a robe and stumbles from her own bedroom, dazed and beyond confused, I'm more than grateful to see Kathleen stalking toward me with that look of vigorous desire in her eyes that whirl in otherworldly blues.

She's going to eat me alive.