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

by Cynthia Dane

  As a Domme, I have never done anything pegged in the world of exhibitionism. I’m usually not into that. I don’t need people watching me fuck to get off. On days when it doesn’t make me shudder, I feel completely indifferent about it. I guess it’s because I’m a woman from local social circles. Not one people got to know through my pussy being displayed in a club. Hey, I’ve got nothing against those girls, especially those who married their rich-ass Doms and now run half those circles. But it ain’t me.

  Until tonight. Until I needed a distraction from the world around me, and Ian is always the most convenient form of escape. Whenever I need to let go of the pressures pushed upon me, I think of him, go to him, or, you know, fuck him.

  I don’t know where this making out is going, but little by little, I forget the bullshit and merely exist for my Dom.

  Wow, this submitting shit is addictive.

  “Do you want to hear something?” Ian breaks off our kiss so he can nibble on my ear, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. “Remember how you told me that night… you know, that night here at the club…”

  Of course I remember. It was the night this whole debacle began.

  “Well, you told me that you made that man over there pleasure himself for you. Did you think of me, by chance?”

  I don’t say anything. I may have. I may have not.

  “Because I thought of you even before I caught you watching me with Stephanie.”

  Oh, I remember. I remember sitting up where Eva and her friend is now, looking down in this direction and seeing Stephanie’s pretty blond hair give Ian good enough head to make him haul her off to a private room. No, neither of us want to think of her, but hearing him say that he was imagining it being me…

  “How long have you wanted me, sir?” My hand goes back to his thigh, massaging his flesh through the thin material of his pants. “You make it sound like half your life’s mission has been getting me in bed.”

  “Only for the past few months. I had forgotten how much you turn me on until we started working together.”

  He takes my hand and pushes it onto his cock. It’s half erect now – I’m half smiling.

  “You trying to tell me you never felt the same way?”

  “Oh, Ian.” My hand closes around his shaft, fingers searching for the zipper. He shudders beneath me, nearly breathless, and I resist the urge to kiss him before I finish my tiny spiel. “I wanted you from the first moment we met all those years ago. Remember? It was me who seduced you. I only made it seem like your idea.”

  “Is that what happened?” Hair twists around his fingers as he caresses me. “When I danced with you that night, all I could think about was kissing you. All right, and fucking you, but I was seventeen. I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking even if I wanted to.”

  “And it’s different now?”

  Ian ignores that. “I’m sorry things ended up the way they did back then. If things had gone better…”

  “If we had managed to actually have sex, things wouldn’t have changed much. I wanted to hook up with you, Ian, not date you. Besides…” Why, hello there, cock. Nice to have you filling my hand as I stroke you to life and feel your owner tremble from my expert touch. “I don’t think we would have been a good couple back then. We both needed to grow and mature before we could handle one another.”

  “Ain’t that the truth…”

  I kiss his cheek, reveling in his cologne. “Please relax and let me take care of you, sir.”

  Earlier I mentioned that I’ve never had sex of any kind in public. That remains true… until this moment. Those hundreds of eyes are definitely burning into my back as I move to the floor, my knees digging into a patch of carpet placed beneath this couch, my head bowing between Ian’s legs. He fantasized about me being Stephanie all those weeks ago? Ha. He has no fucking clue what the difference would be.

  At first, my eyes are closed, blocking out the voices and stares around me as I pleasure the man I’ve come to love and want to serve once in a while. My tongue wraps around the head of his cock as my hand grabs him by the base, steadying him, bringing him closer to me as my ass rises into the air and my hair spills over Ian’s leg.

  He strokes the top of my head, groaning, certainly thinking of Stephanie for a split second and comparing me to her. I know I win, hands down, no contest, and I am such an awesome girlfriend.

  How many people are watching? I don’t care. They could be getting off, or they could be so confused that me of all people is doing this. Shit, maybe this corner of the club is so dark they can’t even see. Almost seems like a waste.

  Then I open my eyes. I drink in what I can see of the club. Beneath me, of course, is Ian’s fuckin’ cock, disappearing in and out of my mouth as I worship how good it tastes and feels around my tongue and between my lips.

  To my right is a wall, but to my left I catch a glimpse of a few nosy busy-bodies watching intently, their tight smiles showing how much they love my show. The fact I don’t know these people makes it hotter. Safer. They probably know who I am, but what does it matter when all I want to do is devour my Dom’s cock?

  He doesn’t fuck my mouth, instead letting me take control of this moment. Ian does tug on my hair, however. I will know who my Master is. I will know that he’s the one in charge around here.

  I will know that I am his.

  “Look at how she worships me,” I can practically hear him say. “Does it matter if she dominates other people? For me, she gets on her knees and enjoys the other side for a change. There’s no shame. Leave her alone. If you come for her character or try to imply she’s less than you thought before, I will destroy you.”

  Thank you, Ian.

  I wonder if he’s going to come in my throat. Or is he going to keep sitting there, petting my hair and drinking? To my mild horror, he summons a hostess and asks for a refill. “Make hers a double. She’s going to need it.” For fuck’s sake, that’s the last thing I hear before the hostess walks away.

  Okay, so that hostess probably sees fifty blowjobs a night and doesn’t even register me blowing my Dom. But holy shit! That was an intense moment.

  I want more. The thrill that gave me wasn’t embarrassing at all. Dare I say… I like having people watch me give this man the best head of his life?

  Suddenly, pain.

  “Mmf!” My scalp burns as Ian pulls my hair. I almost bite him. Almost.

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” How can he be so composed? Doesn’t he know he’s about five minutes away from blowing his load in my mouth? I can tell by now. “You enjoy having everyone in this club watch you and think you’re a dirty, promiscuous…”

  He doesn’t have to finish. I know damn well what he’s trying to say. Can’t say I disagree.

  “Tell you what, Katie. If you can make me come in under another minute, I’ll do that thing we discussed – with fervor.”

  That thing, huh? You don’t know what the thing is yet, but let me tell you, it means the world to me.

  So if Ian makes a promise like that, by God, I am going to blow him to the moon.

  Everyone in this club! Watch how you bring a Dom to his knees! Or at least make him throw his head back on a couch and grunt so hard that his precum coats your tongue like a second skin.

  I mean, I like to think that a lot of the women – and men – in this club could learn a thing or two from watching me. I’ve been rewarding submissive men for years. It may be a completely different headspace going from, “Good job on doing what I told you to do, here’s a hummer,” to, “Yes, sir, anything you want, sir,” but I am somehow making it work.

  For him, anyway.

  “Holy shit.” Ian is doing his damndest to remain composed as I increase speed and pressure, but I can feel his thighs tense and his hold on me deepen. Heat floods his skin, and his precum begins to taste more like actual cum. I’m about to make this cool and controlled Dom lose his load in front of the whole club. Damn, there’s a
lot of power in that.

  I hope he can feel how much I want him to do it. I hope he knows how much glee I am feeling with my mouth wrapped around him and my throat welcoming him into its confines every other second. I almost forget about the people surely watching us. I don’t even care if some Domme like Dawn Lovett starts spreading the word that I’m a lost cause. Fuck her. I’m pleasing my fucking man over here.

  I look up and catch Ian’s gaze. I may be submissive right now, but I don’t want to look it. So my eyes are narrow, powerful, saying, “Do what you want, sir, but know that I am in full control of your pleasure.” Of course, a look like that makes a man like him thrust into my throat to punish me for my insubordination.

  Bring it on, Mathers.

  How much time do I have left? Thirty seconds? Twenty? Now would be a good time for the Ian I first met to come back and lose himself sooner than he planned. But no, since he embarrassed himself twelve years ago, he’s learned so much self-control that not even his raging hard-ons for me can succumb to coming in five seconds.

  “You want it, do you?” His voice is huskier than usual, and I can barely hear it over the music and the conversations of the club. “You want me to come in your throat? Would that make you feel proud?”

  I narrow my eyes even more and hum on his cock. Yes, asshole. Come in my fucking throat in front of all these people.

  He does.

  It slams into the back of my throat as the first release comes. Ian’s seed spills into my mouth, and here I am, still working him in an attempt to make his climax harder for him. I want to see him combust on this couch.

  Too bad he’s too controlled for that shit. I’m the only one who can smell his masculine scent, taste his musky seed, and feel the shivers rocking his body. As I take every burst of his cock in stride, I imagine the other Doms wishing they had a sub like me and the other subs wishing they had even half my talent.

  Most of all, I imagine Ian rewarding me so well that I completely forget I’m in this club making my naughty debut as a submissive.

  When I detach from him, seed dribbling from the side of my mouth, the hostess returns with our drinks. She tries to keep a calm face, but I can tell that the sight of Ian’s cock and the look on my face is making her eyes glaze over. From a woman who has worked here for as long as I’ve been coming? That’s an amazing compliment.

  At least Ian waits until she leaves again to push my errant hairs behind my ears and speak. “You are too beautiful with my cum falling from your mouth like that.”

  I take the napkin that came with my drink and touch myself up. “You like that? Sorry, I swallowed most of it already.”

  That gets me a cheeky grin. “Come here and let me kiss you.”

  I’m hoisted back into his lap, fingers gripping my double as Ian kisses my throat and rubs my breasts. The alcohol in my drink isn’t enough to completely wash away the taste of my Dom’s virility, and for that… well, I’m grateful.

  Ian glances at his watch. “You about ready to make your official debut, my sweet?”

  The empty stage is calling to us. “If that is your wish, sir.”

  He tugs on my collar. “My wish is to make you happy and love on you for the rest of my life.” Ian grins. “And to make sure this whole club knows who you belong to.”

  If they don’t know by now, I’m not sure we can really help them.

  Ian looks down into his lap. “Perhaps it would be best to wait a few minutes,” he says, zipping himself back up.

  Yeah, we don’t have that kind of show planned, although I don’t doubt he would get hard again. In fact, he probably went ahead and came before going on stage to get any potential frustration out of the way.

  Just as someone approaches us, I get a text from Eva. “Ew. I need bleach for my brain. Thanks for the lovely image.”

  “No problem,” I text back. “Maybe you learned something?”

  “Ewwwwww I stopped watching once I realized what you’re doing. Girl, that’s Ian Mathers’s dick. Go brush your teeth.”

  I turn off my phone, glancing up and catching the stupidest grin in the universe on my best friend’s face as her submissive friend crawls all over her.

  “Guess I’ll have to take some notes from you in the future, Alison.”

  I dump my phone in my clutch and look up at Lana Andrews, still making the rounds. Ian puts his arm around me, not that I need any protection from this woman. Not right now, anyway.

  “Glad you could learn something,” I say, feeling Ian squeeze my knee. In what? Warning? Honey, I don’t care if you’re the most masterful Dom in the universe, you can’t stop me from defending myself. Noble of you to try to intervene on my behalf, however.

  Lana’s mouth is twitching, and I can’t tell if she’s about to start laughing or snorting in derision. “So would now be an awkward time to mention the news I heard on the grapevine? I heard the council was about to support your little museum project.”

  “Who did you hear that from?” Ian asks.

  “My friend Colleen from the council. She and a few others have been to The Grand since the reopening and, protestors aside, are impressed.” Lana looks at me. “I guess you’ll be getting to start your project soon after all. Good for you.” Finally, she lets a smile cross her wrinkle-free face. “Looks like all sorts of good things are happening for you recently. I’m kind of jealous.”

  I see the way she eyes Ian, and in his post-climax euphoria, he’s reveling in it. I slap one arm across his chest and let a flicker of Kathryn the Domme overcome my demeanor. “He’s mine, Andrews. And I’m not in the mood to share.”

  Ian chuckles. “You heard the woman. Maybe next time.”

  Fat chance, buddy. If I’m having a fun time with another couple, it is definitely not going to be the Andrews. How about some standards?

  “Touché. Well, if you two are going to run around this club fucking in front of everyone, at least make sure it’s as hot as what happened there.”

  “Oh, didn’t you hear?” Ian says. “Kathryn and I are due on stage for her grand debut as the prettiest submissive in this desolate wasteland they call sin.”

  The look she gives me is practically predatory.

  “Looking forward to it.” That’s the last thing she says before waving her fingers at us and stepping away. I am neither flummoxed nor inspired, so I guess that’s good.

  “Ready?” Ian kisses my forehead. Now that inspires me. “It’s about time this club knows who you really are.”

  Who I really am.

  Who I really am.

  I was afraid of my real identity a few weeks ago. Back when I went to Ian and told him I wanted to explore my submissive side. I didn’t think I could handle it. I thought I would die, spiritually and emotionally. Now? It feels like nothing. When I think of submitting, I think only of Ian, the man taking me by the hand to help me off the couch before latching onto my leash and bringing me forward.

  As long as it’s him, I can do anything my heart and body desires.

  People part as we walk through the club, Ian holding my leash over his shoulder with that look of, “See what I have and you don’t?” all over his face. It shouldn’t endear me to him as much as it does. This man’s possessiveness once frightened me. Who was he to say that I was his? Now I realize it’s not about controlling my life or stripping me of my agency. Ian isn’t that kind of man.

  No, what he offers me as my Dom is something I’m about to share with the whole world.

  Ian signals to the same hostess from earlier that we would like to begin. She nods, finishes her current job, and hops on the stage while we wait in the wings.

  The nerves are starting to settle in again. Ian takes my wrist as the lights go down and the stage is lit up in an array of purples, blues, and hints of red.

  “God save us,” I mutter.

  He sucks in his breath. “Yes, we need all the holy intervention we can get.”

  Don’t I know it.
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  Chapter 29

  KATHRYN

  We forego any formal introduction. Not that people usually do introductions around here. Usually they hop on the stage and get to it, but for Dom or sub debuts, the club usually likes to do a bit of a talk so everyone knows exactly what’s going on.

  Ahahaha. As if people don’t know what’s going on tonight.

  Ian stands tall, unwavering on the stage as he yanks on my leash. I take the first step, feeling every eye in the room move in my direction. Some of them think I’m hot. Some of them think I’m crazy. All of them think this is the most exciting thing to happen all night.

  My knees shake in my boots. I hope nobody can tell.

  The only sounds I hear are the beating of my heart and the jingle of my leash and jewelry. The audience is reverently silent. Thankfully, the lights keep me from seeing any faces beyond those closest to us, and I don’t know who most of those people are.

  “Kneel.” Ian pushes my shoulders, forcing me to my knees at the edge of the stage. My hands clasp the wood beneath me. Suddenly I feel very small. Not in a bad way, but…

  Vulnerable. I’ve never been vulnerable in front of so many people before.

  “Most of you know this woman.” Ian’s voice is loud, carrying throughout the club known for its fantastic acoustics if you’re standing on stage. No doubt that even the people sitting in the back of the second story can hear him with that booming voice. “She’s got quite the reputation in this club, doesn’t she?”

  A few whistles and claps make their way to my ears. I remain still, staring at the floor. My ponytail hangs limply on my shoulder.

  “Everyone here knows Kathryn Alison for being the biggest Domme around.” Ian removes his jacket. He’s worn one of my favorite shirts, the pink silk one that he leaves unbuttoned on top. As he rolls up his cuffs and looks down at me, I feel that wash of lust take me over. Why isn’t he kissing me? Why aren’t his hands all over me? Why, for the love that is good and pure, isn’t his cock fucking me?

  Oh, right, we’re in public.

  “Dommes get a hard break around here, don’t they ladies?”