I change.
This is the part where the brain says goodbye to all logic and reason. I’ve got Katie’s head in my hand, forcing her to eat my cock as I’ve always fantasized. Katie. Kathryn Alison.
A fucking Domme.
A Domme is on her knees, pleasuring my cock. Not just pleasuring it. Consuming it. Letting it make her mine. We’re animals now. Losing control. Our senses. If I don’t make my move right now and somehow claim her as mine mine mine my sub she will never respect me as her Dom.
Not now.
Not ever.
We both know this. Her eyes flicker up and I see that look. The one that says she thinks she has the upper hand even though she’s on her knees choking on my fucking cock.
She dares to still be in the headspace of a Domme?
Kathryn Alison needs to be taught a lesson. I’ve gone easy on her. Now she’ll know who I fucking am.
“Off!” I push her away, watching her fall back on her ass, hands reaching behind her to catch her body. I stand, grasping my cock and jerking it as I loom over her, those pretty, big eyes widening in wonder.
In horror.
Just as a whisper of a word hits her lips, so does the first spurt of my seed.
Groaning, I force my eyes to stay open, for my demeanor to remain unchanged as I unload my cock on her face. Hot streams of liquid white hit her nose, spread across her lips, and run down cheeks, pooling in the space between bottom lip and chin. One, two, three. Three strong spurts, and she sits there and takes it.
She knows her place now.
One more trickles out of me, enough force projecting it onto her breasts. Then another. Fuck, it feels so devilishly good. Not only the physical power of my cock releasing in climax, but seeing this carefully constructed Domme lose all sense of self-respect in front of me.
I see the look in her eyes. She’s both turned on and absolutely petrified.
She trembles all over, my seed still streaming down her face as my cock softens in my hands. I catch my breath and kneel. Holy shit, I can smell myself on her skin.
“That’s just the beginning, my dear. You don’t get to play your Domme power games with me. I’m in charge. I tell you what to do, what to feel, and when to fucking come.” It’s dripping off her nose, spilling onto her chest – her panting chest, because she’s this close to screaming at the top of her lungs.
No man has ever come on her face before. I may have crossed a line. I don’t care.
“I’m going to break you, Katie. By the end of tonight, you will know what it means to submit… because that wasn’t it.”
I wait for her to speak. Her lips are shaking, my cum slipping into her mouth, but she seems completely oblivious. She’s not drunk on arousal. She’s retreating into herself, reevaluating who she is and what she wants from me.
She could leave.
But she doesn’t
She looks up at me, defiant, stubborn, my seed all over her face but without a fucking care for it.
It’s like she doesn’t even acknowledge it’s there.
“Fuck you,” she sneers. “Fuck you, and bite me.”
I smile.
Chapter 25
KATHRYN
I’m screaming in Ian Mathers’s bathroom.
Literally screaming.
All right, so I’m muffling said screaming with a plush towel that I initially used to wipe off my face after washing it so thoroughly I think I scalded my skin. I’m still finding fucking sperm on my fucking coat and in my bangs.
I can’t believe he did that.
I can’t believe I sat there and took it.
Weren’t we having a good time? I was into it. My mouth barely fit around that cock, but by the powers that be I made it work, even after he started choking me like the alpha male he thinks he is. I’m not shy about sucking cock. I’m not shy about taking a load in my mouth. I would’ve been more than fine sucking every drop from him and feeling it wash down my throat.
So why did he have to go and do that?
The look in his eyes when he came on me… not just on me, but on my face… that was the look of a Dom who didn’t give a shit. Who thought I really was his possession.
Ian has been in this game longer than I have. He knows what it means to come on a Domme’s face without her ordering it. I told you, my two no-nos are my face and my pussy. I don’t let any man come anywhere near those two places without a condom. Now I feel like I’ve been…
I feel like I’ve been violated.
My screaming only stops because I run out of strength. I lower the towel, looking at my smeared makeup in the mirror, wondering what it is Ian sees when he glances at me. A woman to be tamed? A woman who needs to be taught a lesson?
I trusted him. I trusted him to go easy on me. And he called that going easy?
The man came on my face!
In my anger, I swipe the hand soap and a box of tissues off the sink. They clatter on the floor, making a mess. I don’t care. I want him to know how displeased I am, because he’s clearly not listening to me.
Angry. Betrayed. Frustrated.
What was supposed to be a night of experimentation has turned into my nightmares.
Men don’t get to do this to me. They don’t get to boss me around and do whatever the fuck they want to my mind, my body. They do that everywhere else. Why do they get to do that to me in the bathroom? I want men to grovel at my feet. To kiss my hand and call me Mistress.
I don’t want what Ian Mathers offers right now.
Before I can go out there and give him a piece of my mind, however, I have one last thing I have to confront.
The fact that deep, deep down… in the pit of my stomach… my loins…
I’m turned on.
That’s why I couldn’t stop it. Why I didn’t move, even though I had total and complete freedom to while he jerked himself off. I could’ve moved. I could’ve said no… but I didn’t.
Why?
Because I’m turned on?
There are tears in my eyes, giving me another reason to pat the bathroom towel against my face. Not merely giving him head. Not merely the way he says “Katie” and gets my panties hot with that growling voice of his when he’s aroused. Not even merely the way he grabs my hips and gets me ready to take his cock in any hole.
It was the way he looked at me. Towering over me, his resolve weakening as his hand furiously jerked his cock until he spent himself all over me.
The anticipation.
The heat of his seed hitting my skin, marking me, dripping down my skin and into recesses he had yet to touch tonight.
I’m scared because I liked it. Because the reason I didn’t move when I realized what he was doing… was because I wanted it.
Don’t ask me what took over my brain. When I was sucking his cock, all I thought about was how good it would feel in me. How his thighs tensed up, grew hotter, and how good his cock and precum tasted. That was a legitimate turn on. Even if he came inside my mouth, I didn’t care. I could get him hard again to take my pussy. Maybe he would reciprocate again with that masterful tongue of his.
That isn’t what happened. Instead, Ian pushed me off him, stood above me, and covered me with his cum.
Just thinking about it now…
No. Please don’t, body.
I sink to the floor, towel still wrapped around my face. My nipples are hard, my thighs are wet, and that uncontrollable part of my lust is begging to relive it.