Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) (10 page)

Instinctively, I loosen up.

Ian wraps his hand around mine, keeping it on his clothed cock. “It’s all right,” he says, “It’s not happening anytime soon.”

What a time to joke about it.

“Katie.” He kisses my shoulder, fingers still biting into my thigh. “Let me have you.”

“Have me?” Deep down, I know what he means. Any man could say that he wanted me, that he was going to fuck me. What Ian said was intriguing. “What do you mean by that?”

All kissing stops, but his grip is as firm as ever on my thigh. “Let me prove to you that I’m a worthy lover.”

Since he won’t kiss me, I kiss him. The air is warm, but not as warm as it is against his lips. Now his hand is halfway down my pants, his fingers riling me up for the main event, whenever that supposedly happens. I won’t say no to a great looking guy like Ian stroking my clit in the office.

You’d think I was a virgin from how I miscalculated the width of his fingers. He’s not even inside of me, but I’m moaning because
holy fuck
one finger alone is enough to fill the space between my folds. He chuckles into my ear when he feels how wet I must be. So stupid smug, and I don’t care, because now the smugness is turning me the fuck on.

I want Ian to get drunk on how wet I am for him. I want him to marvel at my hard nipples and the heat pouring from every hole in my body.
Fuck me here, fuck me there, I don’t care!
Of course I want him to fuck me where it counts most. All week I have been fantasizing, in my chair, in my bed, in my shower… fantasizing about this man right here filling me with his cock.

I know he’s not submissive. I know he’s not going to submit to me. I’m fine with that, once in a while. Sometimes even a Domme wants to have a gorgeous man split her in two and
take her.
The right man, anyway.

Once again, I remind myself that this isn’t BDSM. This is plain ol’ hot fucking sex. It doesn’t matter who is on top, as long as we both get off as hard as possible.

“Ian,” I murmur, delighting in how fun his name is to say. He glances at me, but his eyes would rather feast on my breasts poking out from my blouse and on his fingers slipping in and out of my pants, wetter, wetter,
dripping.
“I want to fuck you.”

It must be the Domme in me. Making my intentions clear like that. I look in Ian’s eyes, which are whirling in lust… lust for
me.
Yup. I made the right decision getting vocal, because this man knows that I want to fuck him. He knows that I’m waiting for the right moment to jump in his lap and wrap my core around his cock.

“Going farther than this,” I begin, my hand groping his hardness, “means we’re fucking.”

His teeth tug on my earlobe, his hand pushing so hard against my slit that I can feel my wetness struggling to break free. I’m so relaxed, so
ready
that none of our awkward positions or the discomfort from the chair beneath my ass bothers me. So consumed with my need for sex, and all I can think about is unzipping this man’s trousers and stroking the skin of his shaft.

My hand barely fits around his girth. I don’t have small hands.

Fuck me, there’s no way he was this big the first time we tried doing it. Or at least I don’t think he was. I would remember a huge cock at that age. This is one of the biggest I’ve felt
now,
let alone back then. Shit, maybe he wasn’t fully erect back then? Is that why things went south?

Why the hell am I thinking about this?

“Yes, ma’am,” he hisses in my ear, drawing his hand out and showing me how wet his fingers are. As I pull him completely from his pants and massage the head of his cock, he pushes his fingers into my mouth, and all I taste is the salt of his skin and the sweet bitterness of
me.

I push my tongue between his fingers, hearing him groan. An image of me bending down and spreading my lips over his cock enters my mind. Suddenly I am taken back a week ago, watching Stephanie May bob up and down this cock. I realize it now. The reason I was so annoyed watching Ian Mathers get a blowjob from a hot blonde was because I still had yet to get mine from him.

This man owes me.

How to do it? The easiest thing would be to straddle his lap and have him fuck upward into me, letting gravity pull my hips down onto him as the table bumps into my ass. I love riding. I love feeling a man between my legs as I hold onto his wide, muscular chest and slam my opening against his rigid cock. I love the freedom it gives me, even when he’s sitting down. I can be wild in my movements and bask in my own carnal glory as a man’s cock swells and releases its energy. Some of the best orgasms of my life have come from me riding a bucking bronco.

But I want more. It’s not enough to slip into Ian’s lap and feel him fill me. If we’re doing this, then I want to be consumed. I want…

I want to feel him all around me. I want it to be how it was supposed to be twelve years ago, regardless of the kind of sexual creatures we are now.

There’s the table here. I could sit on it, spread my legs, and have him stand and thrust into me. My arms will hold me up, but I will have to rely on him to pinch my nipples and stroke my stomach. Or we could take over Anita’s poor little desk into the corner. Let the corner of the room prop me up while Ian pounds into my pussy and completely loses himself. God, that sounds so fucking good!

I’m about to suggest we take this to the corner, when his voice is inside my ear, pushing away my thoughts and plummeting toward my gut. “I can’t stop thinking about bending you over this table and taking you.”

Shivers claim me. I haven’t been bent and fucked in a long, long time. It’s not my style. It’s too submissive for me. If the man isn’t beneath me, I want to at least be able to look into his eyes. Bending over the table would be too…

Nevertheless, the way he said it thrills me. I want more dirty talk like that.

“What else do you want to do to me?” I whisper, my hand tight around his cock. My thumb moves up and becomes wet with his precum. If I were still trying to seduce him, I’d lick it off. Fuck, I want to know what his cum tastes like…

Not now.

Ian takes me by the chin and turns my head toward his, lips mauling mine as his tongue threatens to choke me. More precum covers my hand. Don’t do it, Ian. Don’t come now. Your fantasies aren’t anywhere near as good as the real thing I offer you!

“I don’t care what I fucking do to you, Kathryn. I just want to do it. Right now. Holy
shit,
do I need to do it right now.” His groan is telling, but his cock remains dry and hard. “Anything you want, Katie.” His hand clutches the underside of my breast and holds it up, letting his lips divert from mine and onto my nipple. The man is worshipping me. He’s not being submissive, but he’s
worshiping
me, and I want to die.

We both say it at the same time.

“The wall.”

I’m up. He’s up. Yes, yes, this is the only way we can possibly do it. This is the only way we can move on with our lives, after holding this small grudge with each other for over a decade. I promise myself that I won’t be angry if the same unfortunate thing happens again. If he comes on me too early, I won’t leave. Not because of that. This is as much my redemption to him as it is his redemption to me.

This is our second chance, and I’m
not
botching it up!

“Katie!” I delight in my name as he pushes me against the far wall, his mouth on my throat and his hands all the fuck over me. There’s nothing to brace myself on. Nothing to sit on, nothing to lean against… just this damned wall. I feel like a teenager again, wearing my gala dress as the hottest boy around pulls it up, pulls it down, releases me to his hungry, horny eyes and anticipates me way too much. Yet I’m able to capture that feeling I had twelve years ago. The sheer amount of
want
I felt. Even now, as Ian finds the fortitude in his lust to dump out his wallet and produce a tiny metal box that he carries a condom in. Always ready.

That’s how it was back then. Only I don’t let him put it on. I take the condom from his hand, rip it open, and press the rubber opening against the head of his erect cock. Slowly I torture myself – and him – rolling it down his shaft until my hand slips against his base, then his sack. When my hand comes back up, I unbutton the rest of his shirt, marveling in how toned his chest is. A few hairs tickle my lips as I kiss him there, lifting my leg while he pulls down my pants far enough to expose my ass to the wall. Fuck it. I’m taking them off.

After I kick off my trousers, Ian lifts up one of my legs and shoves it against the wall. I’m exposed. Although I’m still covered by my underwear, it means nothing when one thick finger pulls them aside and dips into my wetness. My head tilts up, and I’m staring at the ceiling, Ian’s finger testing how wet and open I am for his cock.

It’s insanity.

Moans leave my body as Ian’s mouth traverses my chest, his tongue flicking against my nipples and becoming intimate with the cleavage between my breasts. Both are pushed into his face, and it looks like he’s burying himself in them, his driving need for me so great that he’ll kiss and suck anything he encounters.

His finger pulls out of me and instead spreads apart my opening. Oh God, oh fuck, the head of his cock is rubbing against my clit, and wetness is spilling from me, down my thighs, and dripping onto the fucking floor. My arms are wrapped tight around his torso, my hands clutching his shoulder, his cheek, and my mouth searching for his.

I want him so tight around me that I completely forget where we are or what we’re
supposed
to be doing.

“What are you waiting for?” I say, attempting to slip my opening over the head of his cock. “Fuck me.”

All I hear is a determined groan, and then my back is slammed against the wall, my leg held out…

And Ian Mathers’s cock penetrates me.

I can’t hold in my cry of surprise. I thought I was ready. I thought I was so wet already that the size of him didn’t matter. I was wrong. I was super fucking wrong.

It hurts at this angle, and I don’t
care.
His girth is spreading me apart, forcing its way up and in, pushing aside anything in its way as it awkwardly settles inside me. My eyes are wide open, my mouth hangs open with them, and my breath is caught in my chest. That is until Ian pulls out, slowly, the condom covered in my wetness and more replacing what he just took.

And then he slams it back in.

Let’s be fair. I asked for this. I told him to fuck me, and that’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s impaling me against the wall. That thick, cut cock of his is not only deep inside me, but it’s reaching higher, pushing so far in that his strength alone is enough to hold me there as he raises my other leg. Oh
fuck.
Oh FUCK. My feet aren’t on the ground. The only thing keeping me steady is his
holy shit oh God what is this
cock and his hands holding me up beneath my knees.

I hold onto his shoulders for dear life, my body completely at his whim as he thrusts into me, my wet folds getting wetter until it’s all smooth sailing down there. In the faint light of the room I can even see it when I look down. I can see the full length of his cock slip out of me, glistening in my wetness before plunging back in. I can hear the sounds of our union, that rhythmic, erotic smacking of flesh that is only matched by the whimpers in my mouth and the groans in his throat.

It’s all too much at once. His thickness has me completely impaled, filled, and begging for
more.
I’ve never felt anything like it. When he pulls out, I feel empty. When he thrusts back in, I have to stretch and spread all over again. It gets easier with every careful thrust, but I’m still amazed. Who has ever felt it like this before? Not me. Maybe it’s the angle. Maybe it really is him. All I know is that I’ve never had sex like this in my life. I’m sliding up and down the wall with every thrust, my breasts bouncing against my chest and right beneath Ian’s eyes. His tongue flicks against my nipples before his lips suck on them, the sensations sending bolts of pleasure through my whole body and making me cry in wonder.

I don’t care who hears us. Security guard, cleaning personnel… fucking enjoy the sounds you hear. All I care about is the right here, right now, and right now Ian Mathers’s cock is giving me the greatest pleasure of my
life.

“That’s it…” I whimper, entranced with the sensation inside me. “Fuck me, Ian!”

He does.

The man is an animal. A sex monster. He pierces me over and over, forcing my opening to spread so wide and my insides to split in order to take him. I’ve been wall-banged before, and it wasn’t like this. That guy could barely get halfway in me, and even so it was enough. Now? I feel myself take every inch of Ian’s cock. My thighs are sore and my legs don’t know where to dangle over his hands, but I don’t
care…
because Ian’s cock is driven in to the hilt, and the head of his cock has found my G-spot.

Goodbye. I’m gone!

I don’t even come from my clit being rubbed. I don’t come from my nipples being sucked and bitten. I don’t come from his tongue down my throat, his groans echoing in my mouth. No, I’m coming purely from the pounding I endure, my core swallowing Ian up and my inner walls tightening all around him.