“I am not.” Stephanie is vehement, but I see the tell in her face. A blip of uncertainty. A flash of… consideration. Eyes glazing over in fantasy. Ha. Ha.
“That’s funny,” I say, putting my hand on Kathryn’s. “Those two dates of ours seemed kinky. If I hadn’t been so eager to fuck you that night, what would you have done for me?”
“I think it’s obvious. I blew you in front of all those people.”
“You sure did, honey,” Kathryn says. “It was pretty hot.”
“You… you saw…”
“I saw and continue to see everything.” A well-manicured nail points to Stephanie’s chest. “Like those. You getting horny hanging out with us?”
Stephanie’s nipples are saying hello in more ways than one. Mostly by poking through the bodice of her black dress. Ah, I remember what those breasts looked like. Obviously, Kathryn’s are more supple and delightful to gaze at and squeeze. Yet Stephanie’s were great too. When I was dating her, I remember not being able to wait to have a lot of fun with them – okay, and her too.
Things change, don’t they?
“I am not. Is everything about sex with you two?”
Kathryn and I exchange glances. My beautifully kinky Katie steps away from me, her ass sashaying in the belly of her living room as she extends a hand and caresses Stephanie’s flinching face.
“Yes,” she purrs. “It is. And we would like to fuck your unworthy cunt.”
Chapter 31
KATHRYN
Seriously, fuck this asshole.
Literally. And figuratively.
She’s looking into my sensual poker face, the same one I’ve used on a million male subs over the years. I see it in her eyes. She’s curious. Scared as a man’s balls around steel-toed boots, but intrigued.
“Cunt?” She nearly spits on my carpet. “Thought you and your ilk were supposed to call yourselves feminists. How dare you call me that slur.”
I cross my arms. “I didn’t call you a cunt, honey.” The smile I unleash on her is enough to make Ian shake in his shoes, let alone this piece of work. “I called what’s between your legs a cunt. Nothing wrong with calling it what it is. Now if I had called you a cunt, then that would be different.” I look over my shoulder. “Right, Ian?”
“I’m not even getting involved in that discussion. Bring it up with my mother. You know, the woman who hired the PI following you around, Stephanie.”
This is getting good.
I brush my fingers against Stephanie’s bare arm. In truth, I wouldn’t say I’m sexually attracted to this woman personally. My name isn’t Eva Warren. Though I am attracted to this situation at hand. A bratty sub here to try to have her way with me and my Dom partner? Goodness. Someone get me a fan and a glass of ice water.
I haven’t had a bratty sub in forever. They were men, anyway, which is a different ballgame.
A woman would be completely different. Ian jokes about me being a brat when we’re having a scene. Of course, he doesn’t say that I’m a brat, per se. More like insolent. A more sophisticated word for a more sophisticated woman.
So, Stephanie is a brat.
“You two are unbelievable…” She keeps saying that, but I’ve noticed she hasn’t moved. I mostly told her that to give her the shakes and get her out of my home. I don’t want to see her face or ass again, not even on my TV – although it sounds like Caroline took care of that. “I can’t believe this is happening. Wait until the press hears about this…”
“The press doesn’t give a fuck, sweetie. We’re rich as hell. We’re powerful. My social circles already know I’ll get down on my knees and suck Ian’s cock at any notice. Who cares? What are you going to do?” I step closer, our bodies too close for either of our comfort. “What I want to know is… how do I get rid of you forever?”
Stephanie crosses every limb possible and wrinkles her nose at me. “Come again?”
“You know what I fucking mean. How do I get you away from me for the rest of my life? How do I get you to leave me alone? Do you want money?” Fine.” I let my teeth scrape my lips on that word. “I’ll give you a million fucking dollars to get away from me forever. To get away from every person on this planet with the last name Alison or Mathers. I dropped fifteen million on The Grand to clean up one of your boyfriend’s finance messes. I can afford another million. Consider it my generous donation to you trying to get your life back together.”
Stephanie opens her mouth.
“Do you want business connections? I know a couple Hollywood people. A couple Broadway entrepreneurs. They might take pity on you if I put in a good word. Or maybe you want a comfy place to live. I’ll get you a house in some nowhere fuck all town. Hey, I’ll even pitch in a few extra dollars for you to get your kid back, if he even knows who the hell you are.”
I thought that would strike a nerve, but Stephanie is snorting as if it means nothing to her. “What would you know? You’ve got everything you ever wanted, rich fucking princess you are. You even got the guy.”
“I was an idiot,” Ian admits. “She got me twelve years ago. I was too dumb to see it. So, sorry Stephanie, if you think about it, I was cheating on Kathryn when I was with you. I simply didn’t know it.”
Aw, that was almost sweet!
“Or maybe you want something else.” I look her up and down, grinning, watching the way her knees buckle every time I use this tone of voice on her. “There’s a reason you got so pissed at Ian. If this were about the name thing, you would be over it by now. Not this vindictive. No, you clearly feel like you’re missing out on something else. What was it, Stephanie?” I’m uncomfortably close to her, my breath hitting her skin, warming her, making her shudder beneath my shadow. “Did you like the taste you got from him? Did you like the way he pushed you against that wall and came inside you? Because I know how good that feels too.”
Her lips curl into a sneer, but she doesn’t say anything.
“You wanted him to dominate you. You wanted to go deeper into the lifestyle with him. I’m sorry you didn’t have that chance, but you need to let it go. Unless…” I raise my eyebrows, inspecting her body, hilariously similar to mine. Never let it be said that Ian Mathers doesn’t have a type, and not just blond. “What you really want from us is more of that domination.”
“What do you mean us?”
“Oh, you poor child.” Her skin is hot with fever as I stroke her cheek with my knuckles. “You don’t get him without me. We’re a couple. We do everything together… we’re obnoxious like that.”
I don’t look over my shoulder to see how Ian’s reacting. I know damn well how he’s reacting. It’s called a hard-on and a drooling mouth. I remember how he acted at the Château. He about died watching me dominate a more than willing sub, let alone a bratty one.
To this very moment I maintain I’m not gay. I mean, I am far, far from gay. Maybe deep inside, if I thought long and hard about it, I’m bisexual. I don’t mind the idea of a woman being sexy for me once in a while. In my kinky lifestyle, it’s going to happen. Those opportunities, that is. But I am much too happy with my relationship with men – let alone my man – to ever think too hard about it. Yet I don’t feel disgusted when I take Stephanie and draw her into a kiss.
All three of us die. Stephanie, because she wasn’t expecting it. Me, because I didn’t think she would be so soft and malleable. Ian, because ahahaha do I have to tell you why? He probably thinks it’s his fucking birthday up in here.