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“Ira tells me you’re quite the woman, Ms. Allen.” June’s voice is a magical combination of smooth and feisty. Like a fluffy cat about to scratch.

“Please, call me Kathleen.”

“Of course.” I’m flashed a sweet smile.

“Well?” I turn to Ira. “I was told everything has been arranged.”

Her hand clutches my waist as we leave the lounge, heading toward the grand staircase. A key dangles in her hand. All I can think about is claiming this woman the moment we’re alone. I hope this June has a big bed for us to completely decimate.

“You’re very beautiful tonight.” I can smell more than whisky on Ira’s breath. Wine. A bit of vodka. Lust. “I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet.”

I may or may not squeeze her ass through her pants. “You don’t have to tell me. I see it in the way you look at me.”

“Oh? How do I look at you?”

She directs us down a hallway. “Like you want to put your mouth on every part of me.”

The key fits nicely into a nondescript door. Ira opens it, revealing a large chamber bedecked in amber-colored walls, a large canopy bed made of mahogany, and enough furniture to tie a person up on to satisfy anyone. Ira turns on the chandelier before lighting a few electric candles and turning off the chandelier again. We’re left in the softest glow. A glow that incites her to draw me into her embrace and kiss me.

I’m so ready. I can feel her prosthetic nudging my stomach, and every thought of fucking her, tasting her, and otherwise pleasuring this body – and mine – is all I can allow into my brain. I’ve been waiting all night to get my girlfriend alone.

“Looks like I arrived just in time.”

I jump out of Ira’s arms, turning to the door where a familiar face lurks.

“What’s she…” Ira’s lips are on my ear before I finish my disturbing thought.

“I want to see you work, Katie.” Ira nips my skin, sending a rush of lust through my body as I look into June’s glowing face. “Go take her for me.”

“What!”

“I haven’t seen a real Domme like you in action in a long time. With another woman? It’s my lucky day.”

I look at her as if she’s nuts. She knew we were heading toward exclusive, right?

June approaches, lowering her arms and kicking off her heels so she’s shorter than me. “I don’t discriminate…” She smiles. “Mistress.”

Nobody’s called me that in a long time.

Ah, I’ve missed it!

Chapter 46

Ira

Forever . That is how long I will remember the moment I told Kathleen Allen I wanted to watch her dominate someone.

Her face? Hilarious. Intriguing. Exquisite. It takes her a few seconds to realize what I’ve said. What I’ve implied. Behind her stands this pretty woman who looks a good mixture of saucy and willing to obey. Whatever makes her the most money tonight.

Ah, Kathleen, you didn’t think the long game here. You thought we were coming here merely to have sex? Maybe play around with some toys? We could do that anywhere. This mansion is one of the only places to have a full, private experience.

Ever think I wanted to have that experience with you?

“Go on,” I say, taking a seat in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. From here, I have an excellent view of everything. The bed. The open area.

The women.

I don’t know what frame of mind Katie arrived in. Vanilla? Submissive? Either way, she was clearly not expecting to dominate anyone tonight. Let alone another woman.