Chapter 62

Kathleen

Ihaven't been out of Ira's shower for five minutes before she appears at the bathroom door and hooks her finger in my direction.

Even though I've got a toothbrush sticking out of my mouth, I go to her, because what else am I going to do with this collar around my throat?

"Have I displeased you, Mistress?" I flutter my eyelashes for the fun of it.

I can't tell if she's amused or not. "Hardly. I've been quite pleased with you all day."

My hand goes to her shoulder, touching her through the cotton of her fine T-shirt. We both dressed down when we got back to her condo, but aside from Ira telling me to clean myself up, she hasn't asked anything else of me since we left work. Tomorrow is the last day of my supposed training. I would think she'd want something more than a screw in the closet.

Plus, there's that promise she made me earlier.

I still haven't responded to Eve. She also hasn't pestered me any further. Which means she wasn't teasing. She was 100% serious when she deduced that Ira and I are in a kinky relationship, with me relenting control.

I don't want – or need – to know what she really thinks of that. I guess the door has been left open for discussion should I choose to deal with it.

"Well, I aim to please." My hand lingers on her arm, feeling her toned muscles and wondering how much I want her to lie on top of me. Even if we don't have sex, it might be nice to make out until the sun comes up again. "Thank goodness you're an easy one to please."

"I am, aren't I?" Ira takes my hair out of its twist, held up for my shower so I could keep it dry. "There's something to be said for being easily pleased. Namely, I am rarely disappointed by the good things in life."

A smile strikes my face. "I am one of those good things, huh?"

"Of course. And I want to do some good things to you."

She takes me by the hand and leads me into her room, covering my skin in kisses and touching the nape of my neck with her nose. I feel like a silly girl who has been selected by the captain of the high school soccer team for the most romantic night of her life. When I remember that Ira was once actually captain of the girls' varsity soccer team, I laugh.

Then I remember that was one of the reasons that high school me did want to hook up with her. Find out if all the stories were true, and whatnot.

Boy, were they. Too bad I had to wait a dozen years to find out the whole of it.

"Sit down."

She's left me by the bed. I sit, dressed in my nightgown for the evening, and now fully expecting her to rip it off me at any moment. She doesn't. Instead, Ira gently pushes me down, one hand on my breast while her words take over my ear.

"Are you ready to feel something you've never felt before?"I dunno, Ira, am I? Because I have no idea what that even means… but I'm sure I'm about to find out.

"Relax." As if I'm not already? "Tonight, you may be a sweet princess…" Ira's hand wraps loosely around my neck, making my breath catch in my throat. "But I'm your King."

Oh, shit. We've reached that point.

For weeks, I've been anticipating it, both with dread and curiosity. The day Ira wants me to call her King. A term adopted by a lot of local trans and non-binary dominants who drew inspiration from many of their drag backgrounds. It's a word I always heard bandied about in the clubs and among my own friends' relationships, sometimes with sarcasm, sometimes with reverent awe. It's not a word I ever thought I'd seriously call someone in my life. Man, woman, straddling the line in between like Ira… as much as I love her, it's not a word to ever touch my lips. It adds a layer of submission that I never thought I'd go for.

Here we fucking go.

"Yes, my King." It's such a weird word to say. The first time I've said it. Mistress… hell, I've been called that. I could relate to Ira adopting that word for her scenes. The air of femininity it offered subdued me. It wasn't a huge stretch to call Ira that when the collar was on.

It's been on for hours. Approaching days. Lord help me.

"Good. I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, I'm a pretty benevolent King. I only care about your pleasure and safety. And mine too, of course."

"Can I ask you something?"

Ira hesitates. "Of course. You can always ask me anything."

"If you are someone I call my King, should I use male pronouns?"

"Likewise, you can use whatever pronouns you prefer with me. Calling me a woman, or she, or her, doesn't change the fact that I am your King tonight. If you want to change to masculine pronouns because it helps you think about it, that's fine. But I've gotten quite used to hearing such delightfully womanly words from your lips. You're one of the only ones who confidently calls me ‘her' and says it with love."

I can barely look her in the hazel eyes. Something about that statement has humbled me. "Because I like the idea of being with a woman like you."

"Says the one who has been with plenty more men than women."

I don't ask how she could possibly know that. At this point, Ira probably knows me so well that it doesn't matter – she just… knows. "I do things with you I could never do with a man. I hope you understand that."

My heart quickens as she takes time to consider that, coming up with an answer that may convey her taken offense. Instead, she says, "I'm honored. Call me whatever you want. She, he, Mistress, King…" She fights her lips twisting into a smile. "Just don't call me ma'am."

She caresses my ass beneath my nightgown, easing my legs open until she's looking right at the slit I thoroughly washed in the shower. What, back for more so soon? Ira is turning into the sort of Domme who can't stand to see her sub unmarked. I mean, that can be pretty hot, but I have my limits as a human being.

Fingers work their way around my folds, within them, stroking me gently until I collapse with a sigh and start to get wet again. Because I haven't been wet enough this week.

Ira is going to fuck me. Might as well be prepared.

"Do you like being a dirty girl, Kathleen?" I'm turned on my side, Ira on top of me, fingering me, inhaling me as she starts to grind against me. "Because I think you do. I think these past few weeks have been a revelation for you."

Well, she ain't wrong.

"That's all right. I like a woman who knows how to be dirty – and enjoys it." Her fingers are in deep, working slowly, helping me get wetter with every movement. "Those aren't just my favorite types of subs, but my favorite women to be with in general. Even when you're not wearing your collar, Katie, I enjoy how much you revel in being dirty. I don't even care if I'm not the only one who's seen you this way. You're the type of woman to be empowered by many people taking pleasure in you."

All right, honey, watch it.

I'm nearly putty, though, when she puts her tongue in my ear. Echoes of her breath fill my head, consume me, making me hers all over again. I can't believe this is how easily I succumb to someone like Ira Mathison. If only I had more willpower…

Who am I kidding? I want this. I always want this.

"Well? Do you enjoy it, Katie?"

"Yes, my King," I whimper. She's so strong on top of me. It doesn't take much manipulation to get me ready and open to her. I may not be wet enough to take whatever she's offering at the moment, but hey, give me five more minutes. And cut me some slack. I just got out of the shower.

A shower that could never be as exhilarating as this.

"Do you mean that? You're not saying that to please me, are you? You won't be punished if you disagree."

The words fall from my lips before I think. "I love being dirty for you, my King."

It's disconcerting how easy it is for me to say these things when she gets me like this. Granted, I've become a lot more comfortable with it over the past few weeks, but when I stop and think about it, everything is overwhelming.

Everything.

"Do you want me to have every part of you?"

She sounds so far away, even though she's right here, breathing into my ear and threatening to take me to new heights – whatever that means. "Yes," I mutter, waiting for her to explain what's going on. I know I can lie here and take whatever comes, but the tone of her voice tells me it may be best to experience it without words.

Ira kisses a trail of adoration down my back, stopping at the top of my ass solely to remove my shorts and place her lips against my skin. I grasp the bed, moaning as her tongue slips into my opening.

Which one? Both of them.

It's not the first time. The first time she played with my ass, I thought I was going to say my safe word. But once I was able to relax, I realized… well, a tongue, a finger, and even a tiny toy didn't feel so bad. In fact, it felt pretty good.

Now I press my face against Ira's bed, thinking this is one of the reasons I took a shower.

I stop thinking that as a mild orgasm takes me over. Not enough to send me to the moon, but enough to clear my mind and make me feel connected to my generous Domme.

Oh, and enough to make me wet.

"Keep looking forward." Ira kneels between my legs. Clothes move against her skin. Since I can't look back, I can't see her body emerge from her clothes – only hear her move and feel her settle against my thighs.

She's swapped her prosthetic to the Avalon XL, and I'm not even blinking. Of course she has. Why wouldn't she? It's what we both want.

Although I'm not surprised when she eases into me, I still gasp, Ira Mathison once more making sure the world – and I – know to whom I belong.

A girl could get used to having her partner do whatever she wants to her. A woman could start liking a Domme taking her over, making her call her King, and using her whenever she likes. A sub, meanwhile, would revel in the constant passion and adoration her partner delivers.

"You're so tight tonight," she mutters, urging me open, insisting that I take all of her. Not hard to do. "Would've thought I spread you open pretty well earlier."

"Uh-huh…" Excuse me. I'm a bit preoccupied.

I expect her to go faster. Harder. Grunt into my ear until she comes, with or without me. I don't mind feeling possessed like that. We've had sex so much this week that it doesn't even matter anymore. Go ahead, Ira, make sure I know my place in your bed.

I'm both frustrated and bemused when she pulls out at the cusp of my orgasm. Powerful lips crash against my neck, my shoulder. The Avalon rests on top of my ass, and the only thing keeping me from grinding back against it is this collar I've accepted as being the only thing that matters in this world.

"Please, my King," I whimper. "Let me finish."

Foolish Kathleen. You thought that was going to work?

"You'll finish." Ira leans back and pulls my ass into the air, my head still resting against the bed. "Under my conditions."

Oh, of course.

I'm left staring at the bedspread as she hops off and rummages through her drawer of goodies. I know what to expect now. With my ass up in the air like this? Only a matter of time before she brings back that little vibrating egg and shoots me to the stratosphere.

Sure enough, something cold and wet slips between my lower cheeks. I bite my bottom lip and keep my eyes closed. Better to appreciate the sensations that way…

Holy shit, that's the Avalon XL… you know, the one she bought just for me? For us?

"Ira." I sound like an admonishing teacher. Well, to be fair, that's one of my identities I moonlight as, depending on the sub… "Something you want to share, Mistress?"

She puts her hand on my head and pushes it back into the bed. "Yeah. Your ass."

You know, back when we started these shenanigans, one of the first things I stipulated was no anal. I went along with the toys because they were little and felt good in moderation. Need I say that the Avalon is substantially bigger than one of those vibrating eggs? The tip alone feels like it's going to split me in two!

"Excuse me, my King." She's sitting at the edge of my body, ready to shove herself in so help her God. "I don't recall saying you could…"

Ira's hand silences me once again. "If you want me to stop, say your safe word." She lowers her hand.

The word Red is on the tip of my tongue. I could say it. Right now. Let it fly as I tell her off for daring to knock on my back door like she's going to get free admittance. She must be nuts. Had she planned this all day?

I want to say the word, but every time I try to spit it out, all I can say is, "Pink."

The head of the prosthetic pushes farther into me. Not far enough, although my thighs are clenching and my muscles are striving to do anything but relax.

"I figured as much," she mutters into my ear. "Relax, my love. I'll go slow and easy. I only want to make love to you."

Love. Love in my ass. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I don't kid, darling. Though I do need you to relax so I can fuck your brains out."

Is she making love to me or…

Pleasure – and pain – kills me as the tip of my Domme's prosthetic inches into my ass.

She's holding me apart with her hands, the lube she used barely enough to give her the slickness she needs to make this work. Meanwhile, I'm trying not to panic, because nobody has ever fucked me in the ass before and I have no idea what the hell to expect.

I hope it's good…

"Pink," I whimper, forcing my body to relax. Mind over matter, Kathleen. You can handle this Domme spanking you with a crop, you can handle her shoving anything into your ass.

"I know, baby." Ira is doing an admirable job holding in her groans. "We're almost there. You're fantastic."

I wish I could say the same about her. I don't know what to think about it yet. All I know is that my ass is being stretched to its limits, my body fighting the intrusion while the rest of me begs it to shut the fuck up and take it.

Within ten seconds, Ira pulls out, leaving the smallest gape. As more lube hits my skin, all I can do is heave heavy breaths into the bedspread and tell myself that this is worth it.

"You're doing great," Ira encourages me. Her hand caresses my ass, and at first, I think she's going to spank me. Yet I'm pleasantly surprised by her gentle touch. As she kisses my back and eases me open again, she says, "I know you can do it, Katie."

What is the point of this? Other than being able to say that she fucked me in the ass? That's probably it. Not that I can overly care at this point, because I'm moaning too loudly to parse any of my thoughts.

This time it's easier for her to push into me. My body stretches all over. Not just my ass – although that's probably the greatest example of it – but the length of my form, stretching from one end of the bed to the other as I press myself down, ready to be pierced by my…

Girlfriend. Domme. Mistress.

I guess she really is right now. Only my Mistress could do this to me. Only someone able to call herself my Domme, my King would have permission to take my ass for her pleasure.

"Fuck, that's tight." I don't know how, considering I'm trying to relax as much as possible. Not easy, let me tell you. My ass isn't used to this kind of treatment. It doesn't know how to take it and like it. I guess there are still some parts of my body that are nothing but delicate flowers. Bud my ass.

"Ira…" I only now realize that I'm clutching this comforter for dear life. How can I not, when I'm struggling so much to do something that I'm not sure nature ever intended. Especially with that fucking head of the Avalon being so damn large and intrusive. I have a hard enough time taking it in my cunt sometimes. In my ass? Good golly gee, let me turn myself inside out for you, Ira.

"Does it feel good? Because I'm…"

I don't listen. I'm too busy moaning because Ira has finally broken in, the rest following as if it's nothing.

Oh, it's not nothing. It's everything.

She slides out. Back in. Out. In.

Every time I maintain more elasticity. Ira is fucking my ass. Like, actually fucking my ass wide open, making me take every inch of her prosthetic as far as I can, as deep as I dare.

I'm dying. It feels so good.

Yeah, it hurts. God, does it hurt a bit, but it's that same sort of biting pain that makes spanking and nipple pinching feel good. It's the sense of Ira Mathison claiming my body for her whim. It's me giving up control, giving up my body, giving up everything that makes me Kathleen Allen, Domme at large.

Because I'm pretty sure most Dommes I know don't get fucked in the ass – and love it.

"That's it." She clutches my hand, slowly upping the speed of her thrusts. She doesn't dare go as quickly as she does in my cunt, and for good reason, but I don't care. This is fine. This is more than fine. This is a slice of ecstasy I have definitely never felt before.

"Katie…"

I love hearing her come undone. I love the idea that my body is so hot and precious that she can't contain herself. It's the ultimate complimenting high. I want to hear her sing my praises all day, all night, for all eternity.

Right now I'll settle for her fucking my ass and groaning in my ear.

Her thighs hit my flesh with every thrust. I feel her hips strike me again and again, a new kind of spank that makes my eyes flutter shut. This is a new kind of fullness I never thought I would experience.

Fuck me, it's the kind of experience I could only have with her.

One second I'm trapped on this bed, my Mistress taking my ass and making sure I know that I belong to her, every part of my body. The next? I'm overcome with both sensations and emotions. My body hurts, but at the same time, it feels good – fuck it, I'm climaxing. Again. This time from the pure, raw strokes of Ira Mathison entering me like this.

"Ira!" I always forget to call her whatever name she wants to be called when I'm having an orgasm. Let's be fair, it's easy to forget the bullshit when your brain feels like it's shooting out your ear and making a break for paradise.

Her thrusts increase, prolonging my orgasm. Between my pleasure and pain, I feel the Avalon still within me, and I know without a doubt that I'm about to be claimed.

My hair pulls against my scalp, piercing my skin with pain that makes me cry through my orgasm. God, I love it. The ravishing, the movements of my Mistress behind me, and most of all, the sensations of the whole world crashing down on me as Ira starts to climax behind me for the second time today.

It's harder to feel back there. I feel warmth, but I mostly feel the fullness. Even after she pulls out, letting my hips drop to the bed, I still don't feel much beyond my own selfish relief.

"Shit, that's hot." Great choice of words, Ira. Woo this woman after you've fucked her ass. "Wish we could go again."

"I'm good, thanks." The first thing I do once I have my bearings again is rip off my collar. I'm due my one to two hours by now, and there's nothing Ira can say to change my mind.

She kisses my throat where the collar once was. "You're wonderful, you know that?"

The bed shakes as she rolls onto her side and gazes at me with… adoration? I barely believe it.

"You're not so bad yourself." I'm afraid to move.

Ira picks up my collar and examines it in the light. "Have you enjoyed yourself so far?"

What a question to ask now. "If you mean enjoyed the sex… well, yeah."

"That's not all I mean, and you know that."

I meet her gaze from a few inches away. "Yes, I have enjoyed being your sub."

That gets me a kiss on the cheek and rubs on the back. I hope for more. More kisses, more hugging, more cuddling. Except we're both messy, and Ira is getting up, announcing she has first dibs on the bathroom. Fuck her. I'll use the guest bathroom.

As she moves through the bedroom, I roll over to face her…

…And to flip her off like a mature adult.

"What the hell is that for?" she asks, standing in the bathroom doorway.

"I dunno. I'm sure you deserved it for something." Before she can disappear behind a locked door, I continue, "It's the principle of the thing."

"Your insolence is noted."

I stare down that look in her eye. She relents, going to the bathroom and leaving me alone. It's my turn to pick up my collar and gaze at the shining diamonds. Such a simple piece of jewelry that means so much.

I want to throw it across the room. I want to hold it to my chest. I want to put it back on. The war in my mind continues to rage.