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Title Page

Copyright

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SAVE US

1: IAN

2: KATHRYN

3: IAN

4: KATHRYN

5; KATHRYN

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EPILOGUE: IAN

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Dom Vs. Domme #3

Cynthia Dane

BARACHOU PRESS

SAVE US

Dom Vs Domme #3

Copyright: Cynthia Dane

Published: November 16th, 2015

Publisher: Barachou Press

This is a work of fiction. Any and all similarities to any characters, settings, or situations are purely coincidental.

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READING ORDER

1: BITE ME

2: FIGHT YOU

3: SAVE US

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Chapter 1

IAN

I’m a man who enjoys the finer things in life. Extraordinary thread-count sheets, aged wine and cheese that delights not only my senses but my memory as well, tailored suits that make my body look the best in the room…

…Beautiful women in my bed….

It’s early on a Thursday morning. Sunshine cascades through my bedroom window as I get ready for work. The cat is bathing in rays right in the middle of my floor, threatening to trip me every time I round the corner of my bed. I’m not running late, but I can’t afford to rip my pants or jacket.

A flirty yawn erupts on my bed. Kathryn catches me as I’m putting on my cologne, her golden hair spilling over the side of my bed as she turns over, one of my T-shirts clinging to her delightful frame.

“Do you have to leave so soon?”

I bend down and kiss her forehead, my fingers fumbling to finish straightening out my tie. Yes, folks, I’m wearing a tie today. Got a few investors to work over and Daddy Dearest likes it when I “look my best.” Apparently my best includes this piece of unfortunate clothing that feels like it’s constantly choking me.

“I’ve got a meeting at ten. Really, I should be railing at you for having the day off.” Although Kathryn is my cohort of sorts in the remodel, there are lots of things that don’t need her assistance, such as dealing with money matters. I’ve got an actual assistant to help me with that note-taking.

Kathryn reaches up and grabs the hem of my jacket. “Look at you wearing this sexy suit. Promise me you’ll come back later and take it off for me.”

Her sleepy smile is something I’ll never get over. For nearly two months, we’ve been fooling around, casually, although that dreaded L word has dropped from our lips more than once. Since my first confession, I’ve said it maybe a total of five times. Letting it slip here and there as if it doesn’t mean a thing. To be fair, she’s been the same way.

We dance a dangerous dance, Katie and I. Although she’s come a long way in submitting to me, it doesn’t happen terribly often, and that’s because it’s not her everyday life. Even sex life.

Nope. Yours truly is dating a Domme. A Domme with a very sweet side that she likes to express to me, like now, when she rolls on her stomach and kicks her feet up in the air, letting me see her bare ass and enticing me in ways she has no business of doing.

“What, are you going to stay here all day?” I tap her ass and watch it jiggle. “Not that I mind.”

“Maybe!”

“Feed the cat, would you?”

She rolls over and slams her head against the nearest pillow. I try not to smile too hard at my good fortune. Yup. A man like me truly deserves a woman like her in my bed.

Life’s good, ain’t it?

Well, it’s almost perfect. I grab my briefcase and head downstairs, where the doorman tips his hat and wishes me a good day. Since the weather is gorgeous, I walk to work a few blocks away, enjoying the crisp air and the sounds of the busy city around me.

Yup. Life is almost perfect.

My love life could be better. Don’t get me wrong. Kathryn is the best lover I’ve ever had, and thinking about her makes me want to act like the unmanliest man to ever unmanly. Yet we sit on this precarious edge of losing everything. For the past two months I’ve fought the urge to make her my girlfriend girlfriend. Not just my lover I see twice or thrice a week. Not just a friend I fool around with and sometimes get to spank and more. No. I want to make her my everything.

She’ll say no. When I think of that, I seize up.

Katie will tell me to fuck off because she’s a Domme and I’ll never submit to her. We can’t equally switch like our business partners the Andrews can. Ken will spank his wife one night and then get cock-ringed and denied by her the next. Sure, Kathryn submits to me…

But I would never submit to her.

Just the thought makes me nearly stumble in the street. Unfortunately, I am not a man who is happy submitting. I know many who are. No, I’ve never tried. I’ve never tried it because I don’t have any desire to. Not even for her.

Don’t think I haven’t thought about it. Late at night, alone in my bed, trapped with my thoughts of work and love. I want Kathryn. I’ll do almost anything to keep her.

Not that.

Unfortunately, for the both of us.

Work is also kicking my ass. Not that there’s no headway to account for. Quite the opposite. When I walk into the lobby of The Grand Hotel, I walk into a piece of history. For weeks on end, the construction crew has been working overtime to make sure our vision comes to fruition – and in record time. I barely have a moment to admire the work done overnight when the head of marketing comes rushing up to me and talks about the opening ball we’re throwing in – shit, a month. Is it really a month? I can’t believe it.

This is fast even for us.

One of the reasons my father wants us going above and beyond on this project is because we’ve sunk so much money into it. A lot more than we originally planned, thanks to the Andrews being greedy and knowing that they can get away with it. My father is determined to make our money back in record time. The only way we can do that is by opening a project like this before anyone has the chance to blink.

Good thing everyone on the team is meticulous to a fault. The plans were already finished. The crews already picked out. Everything pre-paid so they could get underway. As excited as I am to be done with this project and move on to the next – we already have our eyes on an exclusive property upstate – there’s been a lot of hours going into it that leave me so stressed I nearly collapse in my shower.

All work and no play. S’why I’m grateful to have Katie in my bed a night or two a week.