by Cynthia Dane
Even so, he feels blessedly present inside of me. We’re together. He’s going to claim me once and for all.
“Ian…” I can’t recognize myself. The way I feel, the thoughts I’m having, everything in between.. .they are not Kathryn Alison’s.
She’s not here.
Katie’s here.
Katie, the woman Ian Mathers is taking as his sub.
“Ian… sir… thank you.”
He’s not moving inside of me. Instead he props his arms up on either side of my head, his cock easing in and out as he tests how wet and ready I am. Oh, I’m ready. “Do you like this, Katie?”
My eyes roll back as my head hits the pillow. All four of my limbs are sore to the point I’m not sure I’ll be able to move later. But I don’t care. The only thing I care about is his weight on me, the potential energy in his hips getting ready to thrust his cock up and deeper into me.
“I do.” I savor the moment. Right now, I don’t feel anything. Nothing but lust and desire. Nothing but comfort and protection. This is kinky, but it’s also our perverted way of making love.
Fuck me and that L word.
I don’t care. Good God, I don’t care! Maybe I love him. At the very least, I love this. I love moments like this, where it’s him and me. Maybe I’m chained up. Maybe I’m obsessed with what he’s doing to me. Maybe I’m secretly dreaming of doing things like this to him in the future.
Who cares?
Ian kisses my throat, burying his cock within me. This angle is almost painful, but in the best way I could have ever imagined. Who cares! He’s rocking into me. He’s kissing me. He’s so warm and thick inside of me that I can’t imagine it being anyone but him.
He’s the only man I could possibly let do this to me.
That’s how good it feels. That’s how much I want him inside of me, consuming me, making love to my body, my heart, my soul… every time he thrusts forward, I feel it inside. Nothing in my body is rejecting him. I know what’s going to happen, and I’m so happy about it that I think… well, of course this is what’s going to happen.
Of course he’s going to fuck me like this.
Of course he’s only interested in my body.
He may be a Dom, but I can feel every inch of his soul. It’s expressed to me like an open book. A will to take care of me. To shield me from the horrors of the world. To give me pleasure and not ask for that much in return, really. I don’t have to think. I don’t have to worry. Ian will take care of everything.
“Katie,” he whispers into my ear, arms curled around my body, hips thrusting into my spread opening. Ian increases his speed, grunting every so often. Sometimes harder. Sometimes faster.
Always needy.
“Katie!”
“Ian…”
We’re two fools trying to deny that we’re falling in love. That I’m falling into this lifestyle. That he’s capable of caring about only one woman. Oh, God, here it comes now, his cock beating down into me, his breaths faster.
My heart racing. His groans containing a vulnerable whine that only I have ever heard.
I wish I could embrace him, but I understand why he has me chained up like this. He couldn’t trust me in our scene. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t trust me with his heart.
“Do you want me, love?” Ian almost sounds doubtful. As if I couldn’t want him by this point. “Do you want to feel me like that inside of you again?”
I accept his kisses, his tongue keeping me from answering for more than a few seconds. “Yes,” I whisper when I have use of my mouth again. “Always.”
There’s no way to know what I signed up for. I don’t care. Ian’s taking me, getting ready to claim me once and for all as his sub.
It feels so right.
I feel so right.
“Shit!” The third hard orgasm of the night erupts from me, cinching his cock and holding it deep inside of me. My body knows what it wants.
It wants him.
All of him.
“Ian!” Frenzy takes over me, and although I can’t move, I can claim him like he claims me. If I don’t let go, if I keep him inside of me forever, then we never have to be apart again. We could have a moment like this for the rest of our lives.
No, it’s not possible, but my brain doesn’t know that.
His cock continues to push into me, although his breaths are so famished that I fear I’m going to lose him before we both get what we want.
My worries were in vain. Not one second later, Ian pushes down into me, sitting up, grabbing my spread legs and pounding into me at a tremendous speed.
I close my eyes and wait.
Oh God.
Oh, God.
The way he clenches my hips. The way he surges into me. The way he worships my body. The way he climaxes with his whole physique, as if having an orgasm with me is the greatest thing to ever happen.
The way we make love.
I scream. In joy, in pain, in threatening agony because my body desperately needs this to end but is afraid to let it go.
There’s this one second. One quick, biting second in which I truly feel like we’re one.
I’m filled with his warmth again, but I’m more focused on the edge in his voice and the look of undeniable pleasure on his face. Oh, Ian. You can be vulnerable too.
As he comes down from his high, easing his thrusts and letting me land back on the bed, I realize something so very dangerous.
I love him.
Chapter 13
IAN
First thing I do is unchain her legs so she can stretch them out again. Then I unhook her hands, watching her flex her fingers and bring both fists down to her chest. Then I remove her collar, tossing it onto the nightstand and using that movement as an excuse to curl up next to her and leave a kiss on her throat.
She doesn’t say anything. I don’t blame her. She went through a full scene with me, and she did it beautifully – minus that one hiccup. But if I were going to pick any roadblock in a scene with someone like Katie, it would be watching her completely lose her mind to pleasure in that capacity.
I came close to it as well.
Fuck, I’m spent. All I want to do is drag her into my arms and go to sleep with my nose in her sweet smelling hair, but she needs aftercare after a scene like that. As soon as I have the strength, I kiss her, lightly, reaching into the nightstand to find the lotion that’s perfect for the marks I left on her ass and thighs.
“Call me your darling,” she mumbles into my chest, my fingers working the lotion into her skin. “Call me anything.”
I chuckle. My senses are returning to me, not that I want them to. However, now I can give her the due attention she deserves, and then some.
“Love.”
I don’t know why I picked that word. Yet I whisper it into her ear, letting my teeth and tongue tease her earlobe as I fantasize about what we’ll do in the future. This is only the beginning, Katie. You did well.
I tell her as much.
There aren’t many words to exchange now. Katie is drifting off to sleep again, and I would love to join her. As soon as I am able, I turn off the light and draw her deeper into my embrace, my mouth planting easy kisses on her skin as she begins to lightly doze against my arm.
She looks like an angel. A princess. A goddess. Her blond hair circles her head like a halo. If it weren’t for the pink and red all over her midsection, I would think she’s some virginal creature here to taunt me.
Oh, she’s taunting me. She’s making my life hell.
No.
She’s enriching it.
I don’t want to let her go. I’ll keep her here forever. The outside world won’t miss her. I’d miss her presence more.
The words are on my lips, but I can’t bring myself to say them. It’s not the right time.
Yet when I hear her lightly snoring against my pillow, I take my chance and unleash a phrase I’ve almost never said in my life.
/> “I love you, Katie.”
She doesn’t respond. She’s asleep.
Soon, I am too, and I wonder if my feelings are only a dream.
Chapter 14
IAN
If I hadn’t seen Ken’s cock numerous times at The Dark Hour, I would think he was overcompensating for something with this beyond stupid car of his.
Look, I’m used to rich guys having ridiculous cars. My car wasn’t exactly cheap either, although in my family we tend to stick to nondescript sedans that are more flawless function than style. However, I’m not immune to a convertible here and there.
One of these days I fully intend on sticking Katie in my car and watching us be the envy of every man and woman looking upon us in traffic.
Anyway, Ken Andrews has pulled up to The Grand in his souped-up convertible, this giant Penis-Eating machine that makes even Dominic Mathers sigh in disbelief. To be fair, Lana doesn’t look too proud that her husband owns something lime green and isn’t afraid to drive it around downtown in front of protestors and the occasional reporter.
“I’m so glad he was able to make this a farce,” my father mutters as we get ready to welcome Ken and go inside to sign the papers finalizing the sale.
Okay, so the sale isn’t finalized yet. That should go through by next week, after which we will be given the keys and can start the real work on the hotel.
I’m not going to get much rest once that happens.
Ken’s barely to us when we hear the first vocal protestor on the other side of the street, where the police have designated a protected protest zone. We managed to get them off the private property, but apparently the guy who runs the business across the street is a sympathizer for… something.
“I hope you sleep well at night on your bed of money, you capitalistic pig!”
Cheers erupt from the other dozen or so protestors who turned out today. What do they think they’re going to accomplish? We’re still buying the hotel. We’re still remodeling. We’re still opening it as a bustling business in the community. Is it because we’re corporate? Is it because everyone thinks we rich bastards only want to destroy everything? Well, I don’t know about the Andrews, but I don’t think my father really cares about that. He gets his kicks from chasing women, not kicking the little guy while he’s down.
Some things are the same between us, I guess.
Ken ignores the protestor and waltzes into the building without us. Oh boy. Here we go.
I’ll be glad to be done with these people in the business sense. All the preening and mind games and bullshit has me so on edge that I keep waiting for another shoe to drop while we’re in our meeting. Our lawyers are present, displaying the paperwork we’ve all agreed to. The down payment has already gone through. All that’s left is to sign a few documents and then wait for them to be processed.
It should be routine, and it is, until the meeting is over and we’re shaking hands.
“Ian,” Lana says sweetly, bringing me in close. Great. Here we go again. More flirting. “We’re looking forward to the final meeting next week. However…” Woo! Here we go! “We’re looking even more forward to the festivities we have planned afterward.”
“Is that so…”
“Why, yes. Don’t tell your father, but after we have the celebratory drinks that afternoon, Ken and I would like to treat you and Kathryn to a trip up in the mountains.”
“Kathryn, huh?”
“Naturally. We were awfully hard on her these past few weeks. Not her fault, really, but we would like to make it up to her. Besides…” Lana puts her hand on my shoulder. Her classic move, not that her flirting works on me. “The party we have in mind is more her tastes than your father’s, if you get what I mean.”
I snort. “Up in the mountains, huh? I can only guess what you’re planning.”
“You’ve been to Le Château, right?”
“Once or twice.” Any rich Dom has been there. It’s a notorious place for the elite kinksters, where for one night you can hire a pretty woman to be your sub or Domme. Everyone knows that the on-call services of one of those girls are reserved for the Andrews.
Now they want to take Kathryn and me with them to this house of debauchery. Well.
Well.
Well.
“Then you know what a great place it is to relax and take a load off… if you know what I mean.” Lana pats my chest and winks at me. She’s too much.
“What are Kathryn and I supposed to do there?”
Lana laughs. Cackles, really. “After we’re done being entertained, you’ll find something to do.” Her sly smile makes me uneasy. “For example, maybe you could finally get that pesky sexual tension out of the way. Ken and I have been gagging on it these past few weeks.”
My lip is twitching, but it’s more important that I keep my decorum with a business associate than correct her. “Who said it was tension?” Oops. Too late.
The smile goes from sly to you sly dog you. “That so? Interesting. Well, you guys make a cute couple.”
I don’t respond to that. “I don’t care one way or the other about going to the Château after you hand over the keys. Take it up with Kathryn, though.”
“Why don’t you, since you two are such good pals now?”
Before I can answer, my father signals me to join him on the other side of the gutted hotel lobby. I take my leave of Lana and go to my father, who has arranged for his driver to pop around the corner so we can avoid the protestors on our way to lunch.
Apparently, there’s something he wants to talk to me about.
He made that much clear this morning when we arrived at The Grand. Made it sound important, too. I don’t know what the hell it could possibly be, but I’m hoping it’s nothing serious – like disease, a new wife, or one of our businesses going under. There’s been some trouble with a property in Texas that we don’t keep a close enough eye out on.
“Son,” he begins, while we’re still in the back of his car. His driver politely raises the divider. That man has been working for my dad for decades. Don’t know what we could possibly be hiding from him. “This business with Alison’s daughter needs to be resolved.”
I turn my head. “What are you talking about?”
“Are you dating that girl or not?”
“I don’t know why it’s anybody’s business.” I clear my throat. “Besides, she’s a woman and would probably prefer being referred to as such.”
“Don’t you start that with me. You’re a boy and she’s a girl. That’s how it is when you get to my age.”
“Regardless, my relationship with Kathryn is rather complicated. Why? Mom hasn’t gotten to you, has she? She keeps bugging me about marriage and babies…”
“Forget your nosy mother. This is a bigger matter. Namely that you two have been seen together outside of work a few times now. At our office building, at the symphony, at restaurants… for the sake of all that’s good for our business, Ian, people are talking. I’ve had more than one tart come up and ask me when the wedding is.”
I roll my eyes.
“Well?” Dad continues. “When is the wedding?”
“What the hell? It’s not like that between us. It’s casual. That’s what I told Mom, and that’s what I’m telling you.”
“Son, sow all those wild oats if you want. I don’t even care if it’s with Spencer’s grown daughter, although keep in mind I would like to maintain a nice relationship with Alison. Rather hard to do if he finds out my son upset his daughter in such a way.”
“Are you finished?”
“Not at all.” Blast my luck, we’re stuck at a light, and there are too many cars around for me to get out and walk to my condo. “What I’m trying to tell you is that you need to be careful with a girl like that. It’s one thing to date a woman from the civilian world. It’s another to court a girl as well-bred as we are.”
I feel like we’re living in some tipsy world. Usually you hear the o
pposite of this crap in the media, but no, my father is worried about me dating a girl of good standing like Kathryn.
In truth, I don’t know what our relationship is. When she left Thursday morning, I had come down from my high that told me I was in love with her. It was like any other day seeing her. I found her handsome, I wanted to talk to her and maybe make her breakfast and coffee, but I wasn’t heartbroken when she left. Don’t worry, I’m confused on my end as well. Hence why I’m telling people it’s casual and complicated.
God knows it is.
“I’ve invited Spencer and your mother to the house next weekend. Lunch. I think it’s time we all sat down and talked about this.”
The car lurches forward. My stomach lurches up in my throat.
“You’re kidding, right? I don’t even think her father knows.”
“He will soon enough. Your mother is the biggest blabbermouth this side of the Mississippi. Trust me, son, this is in the best interest of everyone. You’re lucky we already know each other and get along. Think of it as a celebration. Not every day our kids get together.”
“Dad, I will tell you one more time. It’s complicated. I don’t know if things will get more serious with Kathryn.”
The car pulls up to where we’re having lunch. While we wait for the driver to get out and open my father’s door, he says, “Doesn’t matter. It’s been done. Next week we’re all having lunch at the house.”
You’ve gotta be kidding me. First I’m taking Katie to that BDSM Château, and now I’m taking her to my family home to officially meet the folks as my, what, girlfriend?
Is Katie my girlfriend?
Ha! As if. That would not be likely.
No matter how you look at it, however, these next few weeks are going to be beyond interesting. I can only imagine how Kathryn is taking it all.
Chapter 15
KATHRYN
Eva dithers between ordering a salad or the soup of the day at our favorite café. I’ve told her the news regarding this upcoming lunch my father informed me of, and now I’m pretty sure Eva’s brain is broken from all the hilarious implications.