Well, now I know what to get the man who has everything for his birthday.
When I push her away from me, Stephanie stumbles backward, landing on my couch and sliding down to the floor. It’s ridiculous how she moves, as if she’s a ragdoll punched in the gut. I don’t move. Ian doesn’t say a thing, although he’s suppressing one of his dumb, arrogant grins.
Stephanie wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I go to my purse and pull out my checkbook.
“How much do you fucking want?”
She no longer has ferocity in her eyes. At first I’m not sure what it is. Then I garner – it’s probably lust. Stephanie May is an easy woman to figure out. I was right when I pinned her real beef with Ian was that he teased her with hot domination and then kicked her to the curb. For me, no less. I’m not going to apologize for that. She could have gone back to The Dark Hour and found her a new Dom instead of being a vindictive jerk. She can be happy with some money, like any good red-blooded American.
“How about $200,000?” I write out a check to her. “That would be like if you kept blackmailing me for four more months. Should be enough to get you back on your feet, wherever you go. Pay off some Hollywood producer to put you in an indie movie that makes people like you again. Assuming, of course, you can actually act.” I laugh as I hold the check over her head.
“Nah, Katie,” Ian says behind me. “She’ll want more than that. She’s the type of woman who can’t be fed on mere money alone.”
“You’re right.” I snatch the check back before Stephanie can grab it. “She wants other kinds of fulfillment, not just money.” To her horror, I rip the check in half, letting the pieces sprinkle on top of her. Her cheeks flush pink. Her nipples keep hardening. This is too easy.
The more I realize she’s getting turned on by my attitude, the more I imagine her being batted around like a cat toy between Ian and me.
“What is it?” I kneel down next to her. The Stephanie who stormed into my apartment would have lashed out. Maybe slapped me. Now she’s merely looking away, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “Is this turning you on, Stephanie?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? Because I think you’re thinking about Ian fucking you, and me slapping these tits around.”
I give her a taste of that. Not the fucking or tit slapping, but a pinch to her arm that says, “You’re my sub and you will obey me.”
Stephanie bites her lip and lets out the unmistakable whine of a sexually frustrated sub.
She’s probably got a lot of demons inside her. How can she not, when she’s done what she has to achieve her dream of being a starlet? I don’t even doubt she’s done things that disgust her, both sexually and emotionally. I’ve heard the horror stories. Of course, I’m not going to bring those up. That would be tasteless and do nothing but fuel my own sense of vengeance against this woman. I’m not like that.
I am, however, sympathetic, especially since I know what it’s like to keep a million confessions bottled up inside.
I take my phone out of my purse and send off a curt text message. Ian’s watching me, but doesn’t say anything. The response I get is exactly what I wanted.
We’ve got half an hour.
Chapter 32
KATHRYN
“Don’t make them so tight,” Ian scolds me, pushing my hands out of the way so he can finish the knot himself. “You’re going to cut off circulation to her hands. You want her suing us?”
“And don’t you give her ideas,” I hiss back at him. Before us, trapped against the back of my couch, is Stephanie may with her skirt pulled up over her ass and her hands latched together. Unfortunately, my knot wasn’t good enough for Ian’s tastes.
How we came to this situation is hilarious enough to warrant me explaining. The moment I realized what Stephanie needed to get her life back in order was the moment I sent off that text message. Next thing I knew, I told Ian to grab a tie out of the bedroom and to make himself useful. Stephanie was going to get some old-fashioned kinky medicine.
And we were probably going to get off on it. By “we,” I mean all three of us. At least I don’t have to look at Stephanie’s raging blue balls like what Ian’s got cocked and ready to go in his pants. He’ll probably bust both nuts by the time our half hour is up.
Good.
I test how tight Stephanie’s binds are before pulling her hair back into a ponytail. A rubber band snaps into her thin, stringy blond hair. I let the ponytail fall over her side as I unzip her dress and expose the nice line of her back. Sometimes I forget how beautiful she actually is. I’m usually too furious at her to see anything but that smile, full of malice.
She’s not smiling now. And she’s definitely not full of malice.
If her black thong is any indication, she’s aroused as fuck and ready for her punishment.
“You know what’s going to happen, right?” I gently yank on her hair, like Ian would with mine. I want to look into her eyes as I tell her this. “You can say no. We’re being a bit sadistic, but we’re not… what you implied earlier. We’re doing this because we all want it. Right?”
When she can’t get words out, I slack on my grip and watch her nod her head.
“Your safe word is Blue.” Like hell she gets a great, romantic color like Red. That’s between Ian and me. “Now… what do you call me, girl?”
She sneers, but it’s in that delightfully bratty way I was thinking about earlier. “Mistress.”
“Perfect. Now what do you call him?”
Ian stands behind Stephanie.
“Sir.”
I tap her ass. “No. Try again.”
Her lips twitch. “Master.”
Normally I wouldn’t want any other woman calling my Ian that, but it’s imperative tonight. “That’s right. Now, tell me what’s going to happen?”
Stephanie’s whole body tenses. “You’re going to spank me.”
“Who is going to spank you?” I go from pulling her hair to stroking it. “Me or him? You have to choose. You only get one of us.”
Because she’s the most heterosexual woman in the room, she tells me she wants Ian to make her ass red.
“Of course you do.” I wrap my arms around my boyfriend, rubbing his chest through his shirt before descending my hand to his zipper. “Don’t think for a moment you’re fucking her,” I mutter into his ear.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. It’s not my birthday.”
Nevertheless, I undo his belt buckle and start pulling the length of the leather out of its loops. He doesn’t actually need a belt to hold up his pants. He likes showing it off. For fashion. When you think about it, it’s even hotter that he’s got his initials etched into the metal. Because he would.
I put his belt in his hand. “I trust you know how to use this on a first-timer.”
“Do you call me Master?”
I wink at him before stepping in front of Stephanie again. “Only once in a while.”
The woman I encounter on the other side of my couch is closing her eyes and bowing her head. Classic submissive. She’s a special case, though, and I want her to look me in the eye.
“You’re in for a treat today, Stephanie,” I say as Ian doubles up his belt and wraps one end around his hand. Between the belt and Stephanie’s ass, I can’t tell which is turning him on more. “Usually we Doms save the belt for when we know our subs a bit better. They can get a bit… out of hand. And only an experienced Dom should try to control them, you know.” I nod at Ian. “Good thing you and I have excellent taste.”
Ian’s used his belt on me once. Warning taps. A hard hit right on my ass to make sure I knew who was in charge. It was hot. And painful.
At least I know he can use it safely.
“You’re special to us. You’re such a pain in our ass that we want to make sure you enjoy every exquisite moment of the pain we’re about to hand you. Don’t worry. Your ass will only be red for a while.” I reach over and pat it when my hand. She may be past thirty, but Stephanie’s flesh is as supple as mine was at twenty-two. “Ian knows what he’s doing. Now…” As Ian lines himself up and does a couple practice smacks against the back of the couch, I rub Stephanie’s shoulder in the most calming way I can summon. “Tell us why you’re here, sweetie. And don’t hold back the truth.”