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You didn’t, Ira. I let a smile trickle across me. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Please, punish me.”

“Oh, I will.”

I don’t know how she does it. I don’t know how she keeps herself from coming, even though she must be so far on the edge that she’s about to tip over at any moment. Is it to make a point to me? That she can hold back as long as necessary? Is it to punish me, because she knows I want her to come? It’s a reward, Kathleen. Your Domme isn’t going to reward you until you’ve performed your duties.

My fingers pull against my flesh as I reach behind me, trying to open myself to her, stretching my body to its limits as she pushes herself to her own. We’re going to die like this. I’m going to die.

“Are you mine, Katie?” she asks again, fucking me harder, faster. I’m so close. My toes are tingling, my breasts are begging to be touched, and the depths of my core are stroked every other second. I feel my wetness slide down my thighs every time she pulls out far enough. My clit, as I reach between my legs and rub it, is so sensitive that I almost can’t come near it. “Are you my sub?”

“Yes, Mistress!” It’s coming. Orgasm is taking control of me, my inner walls holding the prosthetic within me so she can’t dare to escape again. “I’m yours!”

“Is your body mine?” She sounds crazed, and I don’t doubt for a second that she’s waiting for the right moment to unleash every bit of frustration festering inside her. “Even though you’re a Domme, you belong to me, right?”

I hear her words, but my body is full of so much undying, unrelenting release that everything is trembling, including my voice. “Yes! Please! Please come!” I want to experience her release before I come down from the high that is shattering my brain.

I don’t.

My orgasm subsides, and I’m… dead. That’s the only word to describe me. I can’t move a thing. Even though I came that hard, she still didn’t. Within a few seconds, however, she’s pulling out of me with a groan. I barely have time to register the sensation between my legs before she turns me onto my back and takes a step away from me.

“On your knees. Now.”

You don’t disobey a command like that. Not with that tone shaking you to the very bare bones of your being. So even though I’m completely through in my body, I do what my Domme commands, sliding off the edge of my bed and getting on my knees in front of her.

I think I’m going to finish her with my hands and mouth, but she’s ahead of me.

Way ahead of me, based on her dislodging the prosthetic and tossing it on my bed. She kicks off her pants and boxers, bringing my face closer to her bare cunt. When my tongue instinctively reaches for it, Ira grips my hair and holds back my head. It hurts. Resplendently.

“Tell me you want it,” she growls, her other hand stimulating herself. “Tell me!”

My heart is beating so fast that I think I might be sick. My eyes widen. My thighs are so wet at the thought that I am this close to asking her to fuck me again.

“Yes, Mistress,” I say, forcing my chin up so I look into her hazel eyes. “Give it to me.”

I mean it.

It shatters me. When she’s done, sighing in such tremendous relief, I fall forward onto my hands and feel her all over my cheeks and neck. I taste it at the corner of my lips. Oh, God.

That was… the hottest thing. This is the hottest thing.

Ira sits on the bed behind me. “Kathleen?”

I laugh. Her intense heat falls down my face faster with every movement of my muscles. “You fucking asshole.”

Harder, I laugh. I feel her tense behind me. Yet I am about to cackle, because here I am, begging for a dominant to come on my face.

I feel claimed. Comfortable. Freed.

My hand pats her foot. “Go start the shower, asshole. You’re washing yourself off me.”

She moves. A gentle hand rubs the top of my head. “Fair enough, my Queen.”

A smile cracks through my visage. I watch Ira go into my bathroom, stripping out of her shirt. Such pretty, clean skin. Would be a shame if we got out of the shower and I happened to straddle her face in bed.

You see? Two can play at this game of Domme vs. Domme.

Chapter 83

Ira