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

Way ahead of me.

“Tell me you want it,” he growls, his hand wrapped firmly around his cock. “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 him to fuck me again.

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

I mean it.

Nevertheless, I shriek when he finally climaxes, the first wave of seed hitting me right in the face.

It’s on my skin. It’s in my hair, It’s hitting my dress and sinking into my cleavage. He’s not even being careful with his aim. Ian is too lost in finally getting his relief that all that matters is coming anywhere on me, although I do not doubt his intent to cover my face in his cum.

It shatters me. When he’s done, sighing in such tremendous relief, I fall forward onto my hands and feel his seed descend 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.

Ian sits on the bed behind me. “Kathryn?”

I laugh. Speckles of seed fall on my carpet with every movement of my facial muscles. “You fucking asshole.”

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

I feel claimed. Comfortable. Freed.

My hand pats his foot. “Go start the shower, asshole. You’re going to wash every drop of this shit off me.”

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

Epilogue

 

IAN

 

Somewhere in the distance, my mother’s voice is baying for Kathryn and me to come join the family for cocktails in the salon. She’s gone through great pains putting this intimate party together in celebration of the six month anniversary since I pinned Kathryn against a wall and certifiably lost my mind.

I suppose it’s the least we could do to make an appearance.

Why would we?

“Champagne?” I ask, taking a bottle and glass out of the basket I brought out to the field. Kathryn and I are hiding on the edges of the clean lawn sprawling behind my family’s house. Ever since my mother semi-moved back in, however, she’s been pressuring her ex-husband-turned-main-squeeze-again to put in a decent flower garden. If they get remarried, that will probably be in the prenup.

Kathryn holds up the glass I handed her. “Fill me up.”

I hold in an immature snort. “Don’t I always?”

It’s quiet out here. Some birds, the breeze in the trees, and something that sounds like a deer trampling in the woods behind us. This is the first warm day we’ve had in a long time. It’s also the first real break either of us has had since I moved on to the next project upstate and Kathryn opened the museum in The Grand.

It’s a quaint museum. It’s bullshit that the council made us pick between that piece of education or a whole historical hotel. Yet if it weren’t for them, perhaps this moment would not exist.

Kathryn is gorgeous in a cream-colored dress that hugs her figure and blends in nicely with her hair, worn down to keep her neck warm from the chilly breeze. Her tight-covered legs draw up on our blanket. I’d say we were having an impromptu picnic, but when I decided we needed to escape our nosy families, I only had this blanket and a basket full of booze to keep us dry and warm.

We’re only going to be out here for about twenty minutes, but I needed privacy with my girlfriend. There’s a hole burning in my pocket, and it’s not because of money. It’s because of a box I never thought I’d be carrying around a few months ago.

“I love our families, but…” Katie downs half her glass of champagne as I rest my head on her shoulder. “They are tiring. If your mother asks me one more time if we’re having a healthy sex life, I will actually slap her, Ian. I know it’s code for pregnant.”

I shake my head and pour her more champagne. “She’s smitten with you. And your womb. I’ve never seen her like this before.”

“She’s convinced we’re not only having babies, but I’m due to give birth at any time.”

“She likes children.” I drink some champagne, enjoying the bubbly sensation in my throat and stomach. “Although it’s weird that she would target you, one of her feminist friends.”

“Hmph. I love you, my prince, but we’re a long way away from even discussing the remote possibility of me bending over and begging you to knock me up.”

Now there’s an image.

“My father said that he had no problem with me adopting. As long as there’s one grandkid to spoil someday, I don’t think my mother will care where or whom it came from.”

Kathryn gives me a look. One that I know means, “We are not going there.”

“Yes, of course.” I kiss her cheek. “Ignore my mother. If you start some other topic, she’ll go along with you.”

“Oh, I know, bless her. I’ll bring up a desire to learn how to play chess.”

“Brother.” I rub her thigh. “I could teach you how to beat her at her own game.” Me, Katie, a chess board… sounds like a good way to pass a rainy Sunday afternoon. If we’re not having sex, that is.

I still can’t believe it’s been six months. In that time, not only has my family opened up one of the most successful hotels downtown, but I’ve ended up with this bewitching woman as the love of my life. Every time I look at her, I feel a renewed energy coursing through me. Kathryn isn’t only stunning. She’s the smartest, wittiest woman I know. She’s strong, brave, and independent. Lots of men are intimidated by that. Not me. I’m turned on by that.

Especially when she lets her guard down, letting me see the vulnerable side of her that she shields from the world. Nothing makes me feel more loved than that.

Fuck me. Love.

“You’re ornery,” Kathryn mumbles as I start feeling her up, my lips squeezing her skin.

“No, I’m in love. There’s a slight difference.”

“Aw.”

How other people perceive us doesn’t matter anymore. Everyone who matters already knows. If they have a problem, well, fuck ‘em. Kathryn’s lamented that a couple of her old Domme friends won’t talk to her anymore, and that was rough… I don’t like seeing her feel down, especially over something as petty as people treating her like that because she’s in a relationship with me, a Dom.

I like to think we’ve found a good balance. She’s comfortable with me, and I’ve become more comfortable with the rough way she can love on me. It’s not so bad, giving up control sometimes. The hardest part for both of us was realizing that the other person doesn’t give a shit. We don’t change in the other’s eyes. We don’t lose respect. We’re the same man and woman as always.

God, I love her. If we broke up and I found me the kind of sub I used to think I wanted, I… well, I don’t think I’d be happy for long. There’s a reason I always broke it off after a few weeks at most. They couldn’t give me everything I wanted.

I want a feisty woman who knows what it’s like to switch. A woman who will help me explore my own fantasies I never knew I had, whether I’m Topping or it’s all vanilla.

Or other things, I guess.

“Katie,” I say, conjuring the courage I need to go through with this. “I’m glad we’ve made it six months.”