Chapter 61

Kathleen

How can Ira be so predictable yet keep surprising me?

I predicted that she would want to fuck me at work at some point. What I did not predict was oral sex and a further quickie in a closet in between a meeting and heading down to The Ace to see the latest renovations.

She is nuts. And it turns me on.

"Good girl," she growls into my ear, bending me over a tiny table and lifting my skirt. "Nice and wet."

If she says so! This has gone by so quickly that I haven't had time to think, Gee, am I wet yet? Guess we'll find out when she shoves that thing in!

I mean, I'm guessing I'm wet. I feel like I've been perpetually wet since yesterday morning when I had that delicious sex dream and woke up to my Domme's delightful fingering. Then she took me back to her place after work, where I cooked a simple but scrumptious dinner using whatever I found around the house. Usually, I'm a mediocre cook, but that spaghetti came out fork-licking good.

Then Ira drew us a bath, where she kissed me all over and I washed every inch of her.

Then she took me to bed. And took me.

Today, I did not wake up to her knocking on my door. Instead, I woke up to Ira still sleeping, arm flung over me and mumbling something about taxes and investments. Adorable.

Now we're here, in this closet. When our meeting finished, I knew something was up when Ira took me by the wrist and guided me down an empty hall.

I love it when she drags me somewhere for a quickie. Do you know how hot it is when your partner wants you so badly that she'll corner you in the office, whisper in your ear, grab your ass, and haul you in your heels down for whatever she wants?

Yeah, me neither until a few weeks ago. Not until that presentation in front of the council when Ira Mathison took me to a room and fucked my brains out.

Now, she's all about her pleasure. Makes sense, considering the long scene we've been having for a day and a half. I've been pleasantly surprised at how reasonable she's been as a lifestyle Domme. I knew this shoe was going to drop, though, and now here we are, me taking my mouth off her and getting bent over so she can fuck me with her prosthetic.

This isn't the lovemaking from last night. This is full-on something else.

I gasp into a dingy corner of the maintenance closet as Ira spanks me. Not hard, but enough to make me quiver and know what she's going to do to me.

"They have words for the kind of woman who does this sort of thing."

Don't I know it!

Ira is about one inch away from my opening. The anticipation kills me, and I lose myself all over my thighs. I would've been embarrassed a few weeks ago. Now? I love how it riles Ira up and makes her growl one of the foulest words anyone can utter to a woman.

I'm debased, and I love it. Fuck me up, man.

She slaps her hand over my mouth as she thrusts into me. Good thing, and even better timing. It catches me so much by surprise that I cry out loud enough to alert someone in the hall.

We're being kinky, but we don't want to be caught. I don't even think we're getting off on the prospect of being caught. We're lost in our world of sudden sex and debauchery. It's for us. It's private. It's something that could get us in big trouble if we were caught.

I can safely say, though, that I don't give a shit about what could get us in trouble once Ira is inside me, fucking me with the intent of getting us both off as quickly as possible.

We're due for lunch somewhere, after all.

"You like it like this?" Her words sink in along with her prosthetic, and here I am, trying to decide which I want to pay more attention to. "You like it when I fuck you on a whim?"

"Yes, Mistress." I can barely speak with my mouth pressed against the wall. Shit, I can barely speak with her fucking me like my sole purpose is to be fucked. "Thank you, Mistress."

She likes it when I thank her. Not that she's ever said it, but I can tell from the way she reacts every time I say those words.

"Do you want to come, darling?" Ira's other hand moves from my breasts to my slit. Her finger carefully strokes my clit, and my knees buckle. The only reason I don't fall is because she's got me impaled. "Do you want me to come with you?"

My knuckles turn white as I clench this table. "Yes, Mistress!"

She pulls my hair, worn down today. "Then take me until you can't anymore."

Those aren't the last words she says to me. I'm almost embarrassed to share what else she says because Ira is fully in "debase my sub" mode, and as much as I love it, it's the kind of loving it that I want to keep completely to myself. If you knew what she's started calling me these past two days, I would die. Die.

I feel like I'm dying anyway because my body is completely accepting of Ira stroking my core and her fingers rubbing my clit.

I'm not going to last ten more seconds. Orgasm has already started to spread through me, and if I were under orders not to come, I would disobey them without meaning to. I'm past my rebellious phase of being Ira Mathison's sub. I want to please her. I want to be pleased by her. Go ahead, Ira. Fuck me until I can't walk out of this closet without your help.

Boom. I'm done.

"Ira!" My voice is completely muffled by her hand, but the intent is still there. Everything in my pelvis strives to keep her inside me. No more thrusting. No more games. Come inside me now or suffer the consequences!

I may be a sub, but my body has other ideas, you know.

"Fuck, you feel so good." I know that grunt. As shivers wrack my body, I try to relax my core in preparation for Ira's orgasm. "Take me, darling."

I do.

Moans of pure ecstasy spill into her hand. I don't see the wall in front of me anymore because there's that hot white light before my eyes. It's not just my climax. It's hers too, thrusting against me, touching me in my innermost places, and marking me as hers for who knows… maybe the twentieth time since we started this debacle.

She's right. It feels so good. Physically, mentally… emotionally.

"Shit." Slowly, Ira pulls out, lowering the leg she was holding up and making sure my blouse is straightened. I remain bent over, reveling in my good feelings and the sensation of her still permeating me. Who knew that two months ago this would be one of my favorite parts of lovemaking? "I think we both needed that."

Sure. I didn't know until now, but sure, Ira.

She helps me pull down my skirt. I'm under no delusion that wearing pants is a good idea this week. It may be cold outside, but I'm happy to wear my limited selection of skirts if it means easy access for my Domme. Sheesh, what's gotten into me? I'm really in the mindset this week. I don't know if that pleases me or makes me worry even more.

Who the fuck am I?

Ahaha. I don't care.

There's a bathroom across the hall. Naturally, I make a beeline for it before we leave for lunch, because, uh, yeah.

"Katie." Ira puts her hand around my wrist, stopping me in the middle of the hall. "No."

She's kidding, right?

"I want you to see how far you've come since our first night at my place," she whispers into my ear. "And I want to know that anyone sniffing around you would be in for a rude surprise should they get their hands on you."

Oh God, I'm laughing. That is not the response Ira wanted.

"Let's go get lunch."

I at least convince her to let me wash my hands. And her as well, because you know, rubbing a woman's clit before eating lunch isn't the most hygienic thing.

Lunch is down the street, at a cozy – but expensive – restaurant that gets a lot of traffic at this time of day. I walk awkwardly, aware that I have not gone to the bathroom since having very arousing sex in a closet. Of course, nobody around us knows what's happened, what's going on between my legs. Only Ira knows. Which makes her so arrogant as she curls her hand around my waist as she informs me that she will be paying for lunch.

I could say something. If I weren't wearing this collar, I would dither between insulting her or rolling my eyes. One nice thing about the collar is that I don't have to think about anything unless I want to.

We sit next to each other at a curved table. Ira orders for me, which unnerves me at first, except she ordered something I would more than likely pick for myself anyway. I don't say no to a glass of wine. I need it.

"So how is it?" she asks me over the rim of her glass.

"How's what?"

I'm cleaning out my purse while we wait for lunch. One of those things I do when I need to kill some time because as you ladies know, if you don't stay on top of that shit mushrooms will start growing and you'll never realize when you're down a tampon at the most pivotal moment. Or both. Yuck.

Ira watches with mild interest. I pluck receipts from my wallet and bunch them up into a pile to be thrown out later.

"Anything. How's anything?"

I glance at her, at that smug look on her face. I know what she means. "Moist."

That took care of that smugness right quick.

"You have such a way with words." Her chin rests on my shoulder, breath hot in my ear, not that I need the stimulation. When her hand curls against my thigh, however, I sigh. "No wonder you're an accomplished grant writer. Maybe you should write a grant for the hotel."

Before I can say anything, I'm cut off by an all-too-familiar voice.

"Ha! Finally caught you two in the act."

Both Ira and I frown. Eve Warner, on the other hand, is grinning like she discovered the secret of all moon landing conspiracies.

My frown is an embarrassment. Eve knows that I'm seeing Ira, but she has no idea about the BDSM aspect. Why would she? Ira and I are supposed to be Dommes. No way she would submit to me, so why would I submit to her?

Ira is frowning because Eve loves making her life hell.

"Yes, you caught us." Ira takes her hand off me and holds both in the air as if Eve were holding a gun. "Two consenting adults having lunch together."

Eve looks at me. "Haven't heard from you in a while, dearest Kathleen. This one taking up all your time?"

"Hardly." I clear my throat. "I mean, you've been busy with school."

"Uh-huh. I've got another break right now, though, so I'm meeting some schoolmates here for lunch soon. Ah, but when I saw you two, I had to come by and say hello." Eve sends a killer wink in Ira's direction. "Treat her well, Mathison. Keep in mind that I'm the one she comes crying to when things go to shit."

I expect her to walk off, but she continues to stand there, her eyes going from purely mischievous to… calculating. Never let it be said that Eve Warner can't read bullshit from half a mile away. It's what will make her a formidable businesswoman once she starts that path in life.

For now, it makes her an insufferable friend, because I can practically see her sniffing out Ira's scent all over me.

"Well, I best be going. Too-da-loo."

She disappears around a corner, and Ira puts her hand back on me as if that's over with. I know better.

My phone buzzes in my purse. I stare down at Eve's message before our food arrives.

"So, how long have you been letting this assbutt dominate you, sweetie?"

I put my phone away without responding. Ira senses my tension and whispers something that both relieves and ignites me.

"Don't worry, Katie. I'll make you forget everything tonight."

Oh, boy.