Chapter 55

Ira

There's nothing better to do on a Friday night than lose yourself in a woman.

Especially after a week of nonstop meetings, dealing with ranting foremen, and the usual freakout of we're never going to get this done on time.

I was glad that Katie could come by after work. I was gladder when I whispered my plan into her ear and she nearly ripped her collar out of my nightstand drawer where I keep it.

Tonight we're trying one new thing. She's gagged, a silk scarf stuffed in her mouth and tied around her face. If she really needs to, she can say her safe word and I'll understand, but I assured her beforehand that no hardcore kink is happening tonight. My only wish was to strip her bare, bind her to my bed, and thrust into her until I completely forgot myself.

At this point in our relationship, if I ask her to be nothing but a quiet doll, she'll more than likely do that. With her collar twinkling in the light, I fuck her, every bit of her warm and inviting – and wet, of course.

Her body is beyond measure. I focus on that, at the way her legs are spread by the ties holding her ankles to the bed, her wrists overlapping above her head, blindfold and gag blocking out every sense but what she can feel and hear. As selfish as it sounds, I don't want to hear her voice. I don't want to deal with her demands and needs, as a woman or a sub. I'm thrashed. It's a miracle I have enough energy to do this much.

If she didn't want this, she would say so. That's enough for me to know so I can dive right in and lose the whole world around me.

Kathleen's body belongs to me. Her existence is all that matters. Our connection is beyond the universe – certainly beyond this bed. My phone is off and the door is locked. I don't care who tries to get in here, or what kind of emergency has befallen. I don't care. I need to end my frustration, and the best way to do that is to fuck this irresistible body.

Don't think I'm totally selfish, though. I can tell, from the way her breaths shoot out of her nose, her whimpers eke from her gag, and her body tightens, that she's having a wild time.

Good.

Take me forever, Katie. I'm gonna stop at some point – I'm only human – but until then I only care about being deep within this vessel until all the pressure is gone from my weary body.

Hey, never let it be said that I don't know what I want.

Kathleen's breathing increases. She's so wet that I almost slip out of her time and again, but I am someone with a mission, and that mission is soon coming to an end.

I grab her hips, foisting her upon me as I bend down and bite the nearest nipple I can find. She squeals on her gag, her core clamping down on me as she starts to come. I didn't tell her to hold back tonight. I'd prefer if she waited for me, but I'm ready enough to finish that I'll let her start the festivities.

My thrusts are faster, harder, my body rushing with blood, with vitality, and insisting on taking this woman in ways she both knows and has never known. She opens, wide, and although she tightens up, she's relaxed and ready. At its most primitive, this is her anticipating my desire so we can bond together forever.

It's not going to get that far. What is going to happen, however, is my climax currently tearing through my body and making me cry out like the simple person I ultimately am.

In those few moments, I can appreciate another woman in her moments of ecstasy. Kathleen shudders, both around me and beyond me, her breath stilling in her chest, which does wonders for my ego in my moment of glory. Her breasts fit perfectly into my hands. This moment almost feels like fate. Almost, because I don't believe in fate.

Even beneath the blindfold and gag, I think I love this woman.

My orgasm allows me to return to my senses. No longer do I feel like a hungry wolf on the prowl for their next kill. I don't feel like I'm going to explode if I don't take out my frustrations on something. I'm here. I did it. In the healthiest way I can comprehend.

Before fatigue can claim me, I untie my darling and remove the gag. Katie breathes deeply, sucking air into her lungs as if I had been drowning her. I leave the blindfold on a little longer. She knows better than to rip it off herself with the collar on.

She looks good in this collar. I should have her wear it more often.

"Well, that was good," Kathleen says, stretching her arms above her head. She rolls toward me as I settle onto the bed, hand touching my chest and exploring what it can find with her blindfold on. "I'm assuming from the way you came that it was good for you too."

I have no complaints and tell her as much.

Eventually, I take off her blindfold, and she looks at me with these baby blues that know how to make me come undone. Many dream about their blue-eyed blonde, but I'm the lucky bitch who gets that and a personality that provides endless amusement. A personality I'm starting to miss, so I unclasp her collar and toss it onto the nightstand.

Right away, I'm not disappointed.

"That was rougher than you took it for." She smacks my chest, her grin devious. "Had I known you were going to do that to me, I would've done some stretches earlier."

I imagine her taking a break during our earlier meeting to do some lunges and splits. "What are you doing?" the man we were meeting with would ask. "Oh, just getting ready for my Domme to plow my pussy later," she would respond.

I'd laugh if I weren't so exhausted. My eyelids are heavy enough to knock me out.

"You know," I begin, stroking her hair and curling her up in my arms, "I think it's safe to say you're more than done with the intermediate part of your training."

"Intermediate, huh? Is that what you've been calling these past few weeks?"

Uh-huh. Kathleen needed me to break her domineering habits when we were having scenes. I punished her justly, with spankings, hair-pulling, rough fucking, dirty words, orgasm denial, and even bites to her throat and shoulder until she learned to fully submit to my whim whenever the collar was on. Soon enough she was docile and willing for anything I presented. In turn, I learned the positions and words she responded to the best and made sure to use them when she was being rewarded.

Child's play.

"I know you're not interested in lifestyle BDSM." Her body tenses in my hold, and I caress her shoulder to soothe her nerves. "Neither am I. However, I think for the next stage of our relationship, I'm going to propose we give it a whirl for a few days."

"A few days?"

I sit up, even though I'm tired and my body is more ragged than an actual rag. I want nothing more than to sink on top of her, inhaling her scent and feeling her warm body against mine as we drift off to sleep.

"A ‘few' means three at the most. I'm not that cruel."

"You're not cruel at all." Even though she says it flippantly, those words hit my brain like a shock. I don't know why. "But that's asking… a lot. I don't know anything about being a lifestyle submissive. Not even from a Domme's end. I've never done that before."

I can sense her discomfort, and I don't blame her. Kathleen Allen has never considered being a lifestyler, even when she's indulging in wearing a collar and letting me call her filthy names as I take her in new and degrading positions. There's a thrill in knowing that.

"It would mean serving me. Not only in sexual situations but in everyday life."

"At work, too?"

"We would keep it on the down-low, but yes."

"I really don't know about that."

"We would sort it out before going for it." Her skin is soft against my lips as I kiss her here, there, and a little bit everywhere. If nothing else, I'll use my body to relieve her mind. God knows she does that enough for me. "After that, you'll actually be mine."

"Then what?"

"Well, we go from there."

Even if she had the collar on, I think Kathleen would still pull away from me and contemplate the underside of my covers. "Let me think about it."

"All right."

When she doesn't answer me for a few minutes, I join her beneath the covers and snake my arms around her, bringing her as close to me as I can.

"You okay?"

"No."

"What now?"

She doesn't resist me, but I can tell I'm not her favorite person. "Where are we going from here, Ira?" Fuck my life, she brings this up every other day. "Okay, so once I'm ‘trained,' what does that mean? It doesn't mean I'm a sub."

"You're my sub."

It's dark beneath the covers, but I still see her eyes staring back at me. "No, I'm not."

"Huh?"

The covers pop up, and we're hit with the light of the room. Kathleen's hair is tangled, her body sweaty, and her thighs in desperate need of soaking in my tub. We don't move. Not until I hear her out.

"You're not training me to no longer be a Domme. I'm not making a radical shift in my life. I like subbing for you, Ira, but that doesn't mean I want my life to revolve around it. I don't even want our sex life to revolve around me wearing that collar. It's an addition, not a lifestyle."

"That's what I meant…" Isn't it?

"No, it's not."

Apparently not!

"You going to put words in my mouth, love?" I tease her, but I mean it. "I don't think of you as a submissive woman. Far from it. I'm supposed to be helping you, remember?"

"Like you don't get anything out of it."

"Of course I do. Who said I didn't like you submitting to me? I've fantasized about it long enough." I hope this isn't going where I dread it's going.

Fuck me. It is.

Kathleen pinches my nipple. I wince, batting her hand away without a thought. "You get to pinch me, but I don't get to pinch you."

We're silent.

"You're the one who came to me, Katie. I don't recall ever going to you and asking for you to dominate me."

"I know. I just want you to know my thought processes."

"Fair enough."

"Ugh."

"What?"

She pushes away from me, tossing back the covers and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her naked body glows in the light. The shine of sex. The sheen of a woman who should be relaxed and enjoying life.

"I hate it when people say that. ‘Fair enough.' Gee, thanks for deigning my words intelligent enough to grace your ears. Thanks for dismissing everything I said at the same time."

"That's not what I…"

The bed shakes as she gets up, tossing her hair over her shoulder and rounding the bed toward the bathroom. "Doesn't matter what you intended. It's what you said."

I don't have time to admire her form, her beauty, her cunning, and her ability to arouse me again with one shake of her hips. Kathleen is disappearing into my bathroom, shutting the door with finality behind her.

Suddenly she pokes her head out, glaring at me, testing my boundaries for a change. "All right. Let's do it. Let's see how far you can push me. Then we'll talk about how serious this is. It will depend on how I feel afterward."

The door closes again, softer this time. My mind is already full of the fun shit I'm going to do to her.

With her.