I will win that bet. I will dominate Kathryn Alison, and I won’t be happy until she’s tied up and stuffed on my bed.
She has no idea what I’m going to do to her world.
Chapter 18
KATHRYN
“Where did you get this?” I ask, holding up leather chains from a box. I’m in Eva’s room – or do I say apartment? – and helping her unpack her latest fun-toy orders.
“Adam’s Closet,” she calls over her shoulder, searching her kitchen cabinets for wineglasses. “You get all sorts of shit there. I was happy to find some stuff in the smaller sizes.”
I snort. I don’t have to worry about that, since all my partners are bigger and fit right into most pre-sized implements. Eva, on the other hand, has a habit of bringing home these petite ladies who slip right out of hooks and drown in latex. This leather chain in my hand would fit me, but not so much one of my burly Mr. Handsomes.
I wonder if they would fit Ian. He’s not a huge guy. Nice size compared to me. I’m a mid-sized girl. Not petite, not supermodel tall. Supermodels would dwarf Ian, but I feel plenty taken care of in those arms. Worshipped. Yes.
Eva catches me grinning at the chains when she comes back with glasses full of white wine. “Uh oh,” she says, sipping hers. “I know that look. Who you chaining up and claiming with a cock ring, dear?”
Oh, to imagine it. Ian Mathers, strung up on my bed, shirtless, those cut muscles tensing beneath my crop. He’d be a feisty one. Especially when I thwack his cock with the crop and watch him squirm and call me Mistress.
If he’s a good boy, I’ll give him a present…
“Kathryn!”
I’m jarred from my fantasies and find that I’ve drank too much wine already. “Nobody in particular.”
“Please. No girl looks like that and doesn’t have someone in mind. Spill.”
“Nobody you’re interested in.”
“Just because it’s a guy doesn’t mean I’m not interested…”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…” I’m muttering, because I have yet to tell anyone about fucking Ian – twice – let alone making that bet with him. Instead, I tell Eva about kicking ass at my presentation two days ago. This lazy Sunday has been all about me basking in the afterglow of more awesome sex and simmering in the endorphins that say I’m going to dominate Ian Mathers. And, oh, I will enjoy it.
Eva rolls her eyes. “Yes, you’ve told me.” She takes my wineglass and goes to refill it already. She then motions for me to join her on the couch in front of the TV.
I know I’ve told her. I was so on cloud fucking nine after Friday that I had to share with the world. Not just what happened with my presentation. Although that’s the only thing I’ve talked about to people. But, you know… Ian…
The way he just took me. The man was so turned on… by me. By my dominant personality. He may have plastered me against the wall and speared me with his cock as if I were going to get away from him, but holy fuck, I instigated it with my kickass abilities.
If that doesn’t make a girl feel good about herself, then I don’t know what does!
And like that, I’m back to imagining that man strung up on my bed, his thick, cut cock in my mouth as I bring him to the edge with my tongue and then deny him orgasm. I want his balls so blue that he’s begging me to do whatever I want to him.
No, I haven’t talked to Ian since that day. I haven’t felt the urge to. I don’t know when I’ll see him again, now that the presentations are over, but as soon as we get news from the council, you bet your ass I’m ringing him up and claiming my bet.
“You haven’t said a damn thing about your latest purchases.” Eva is flipping through channels, looking for something to watch, but there doesn’t seem to be anything good on. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone a whole two months without buying a huge strap-on or something.”
I laugh. Oh my fuck, imagining the look on Ian’s face if I… “I haven’t bought anything recently, no. To be honest, I haven’t done much playing at all. Just some casual hookup sex here and there.”
“That’s too bad. On both accounts.”
“Please. A girl will take a hard cock on a hot body when she can get it, whether she dominates it or not.”
“I suppose. Except most of the fun for me comes from taking charge. Easier to do in casual sex with women than with men, I’m guessing.”
Yes, Eva, I’ve heard that a hundred times. That you have problems finding women who are both into submission and pussy. Instead you’re happy to find pillow-biting lesbians who are happy to take your strap-on whether it comes with a hard spanking beforehand or not. I have to keep another laugh to myself.
“I’ve been phasing that stuff out of my apartment anyway,” I say, wineglass at my lips. “I don’t play much at my place, so it’s in the way. Instead I’m turning that cabin in the mountains into my getaway play paradise.”
My mother owns this large cabin not too far from here. Before she gave up and moved to Europe to “soothe her nerves,” she used that cabin as her getaway. She still technically owns it, although I’m putting aside money here and there to buy it from her so she’s rid of it and I get to keep it. Right now she lets me use it whenever, and I’m using it to create my own BDSM haven. Everything is what I like. Whatever gets me in the mood.
Hm. You think Ian will let me take him there to fuck with him?
I’m settled quite comfortably into Eva’s couch, the channels changing on the big screen in front of us. There’s some glare from the window, but it’s nothing. There’s glare everywhere in this huge studio. Technically Eva lives in her family home out of the city, but she rents this place to have somewhere to crash – and right now, to get away from her lovey-dovey brother.
She lands on a local business channel, and hovers there, because we’re so used to watching it for five minutes at a time to keep abreast of the news.
Wouldn’t you know it? Dominic Mathers is on TV, making a live announcement to the types of people who would care about what he has to say.
“Wait,” I say, putting my hand on Eva’s to keep her from changing the channel. “I think this is about The Grand.”
Sure enough, the headline on the screen reads, “The Grand’s Fate Decided.”
“It’s with great happiness,” Dominic begins, his salt and pepper hair handsome in the soft light of the sun, “that I can say the sale of The Grand is going forward. As of this morning we are in serious discussions with Mr. and Mrs. Andrews about a final sales price.”
“Turn it up,” I say. Eva knows when to obey.
“Furthermore,” Dominic continues, the cameras of the local press flashing in his face, “we have been given the blessing of the community council to go ahead with our restoration with the intent of returning The Grand to its former, hospitable glory…”
Eva turns the channel.
“Tough luck, lady.”
My throat is dry no matter how much wine I drink. Nope. I’m choosing not to hear any of that. Not even after I phone my father right away and wait five rings for him to answer.
“Did you see the news?” I ask him.
“Sweetie,” he begins, and I already know it’s bad news. “You did a fantastic job Friday. I’m really proud of you and look forward to seeing what else you can do…”
“Did you see?”
He chokes on a word. “It has nothing to do with your abilities, Kat. It makes more sense to do the hotel first…”
No, he doesn’t understand. How can he? Is his sexual fate tied to this sort of thing? Hardly! Oh my God!