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A fucking Domme.

A Domme is on her knees, pleasuring me. Not just pleasuring me. Consuming me. Letting me 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 Domme.

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, unable to speak because she’s so determined to show me how little I surprise her.

She dares to still be in the headspace of a Domme?

Kathleen needs to be taught a lesson. I’ve gone easy on her. Now she’ll know who I am.

“Off!” I push her away. She falls back on her ass, hands reaching behind to catch her. I stand, attempting to regain myself, coming down from the space that I might have once occupied because this can’t happen right now. Even though I know how I must look looming over her, that face, so defiant, distracting me from the fact that I just grabbed the Avalon in the wrong place. See, I’m trying to get those sensations off my actual body. Instead, I just grabbed the spot that makes it the Neo XL.

And there it all goes, right on Katie’s face.

Oh my fucking God what have I done.

The worst part is that even though it’s an accident, I have to play along. Because she is not breaking eye contact. Those big blue eyes have never been so angry yet so curious. Then it dawns on me… when her head was between my legs, was she teasing me on purpose? It would be easy to make the Avalon do its thing on purpose if you’re familiar with the line. And she is. Apparently.

Yet she’s sitting there, almost acting like this was part of her plan. Maybe not the end she imagined, but she had fully intended to make this happen on her terms.

Oh, no. No, no, no. That wasn’t the deal.

“That was an accident,” I coolly say to save some of my sanity. Katie doesn’t flinch. “That one…” It’s on her chest. “Was on purpose.”

In an instant, her countenance changes. She knows her place now.

And you know what? It feels good. Fuck, it feels so devilishly good. Not only the way I now tease myself with the ribs but seeing this carefully constructed Domme lose all sense of self-respect in front of me.

The look in her eyes. She’s both turned on and absolutely petrified at what this means.

She trembles but doesn’t try to clean herself up. I catch my breath and kneel.

“That’s just the beginning, my dear,” I tell her. “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.” This might mean the end of my life, because that wet, panting chest, means she’s this close to screaming at the top of her lungs.

No one has ever touched her face like this 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, mouth glistening, 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, stubborn, a comical sight considering what’s just happened, but still a force to be reckoned with. It’s like she doesn’t even acknowledge it’s there.

“Fuck you,” she sneers with laughter behind her words. “Fuck you and bite me.”

I grin. That’s the Katie I know.

Chapter 24

Kathleen

I’m screaming in Ira Mathison’s bathroom. Literally. Screaming.

All right, so I’m muffling said screaming with a towel that I used to wipe off my face. I’m still finding the contents of the goddamn Avalon Neo XL on my fucking coat and in my bangs.

I can’t believe she did that. I can’t believe I sat there and took it.