And besides the fact we’re both drinking like fish.
I only intended to have one drink. But then Ian chugs his back and orders another. Then I chug mine and order another. You ever have two whisky drinks back to back? Oh ho ho. I’m in hell. Sweet, tipsy hell.
The world is warm and my body is warmer. Ian’s body ain’t so bad either. He lets me slap my hand on his arm after he tells me a joke about a nun and a CEO. Fuck all if I’ll remember it later. Right now I’m on my third drink and I’m not doing a great job holding it in. Ian holds his liquor better than me. No surprises there. The worst that’s happening is a few yawns and some talk about going home and going to bed. It’s not a bad idea.
I think about collapsing into bed with him. Maybe not for sex, although I’m sure we could drunkenly paw at each other and maybe get off a little. Mostly I’m imagining curling up against his firm body and inhaling the scent of his skin as I drift off into blissful sleep. My hand lingers too long on his arm. He looks at it until I yank it away.
“You know what?” I say, giggling as I lean against the bar and half-ass hailing the bartender for one last round. “We had fun last Friday, didn’t we?”
“Fucking hell.” Ian continues to mumble as I sit here giggling like an idiot. “Yes. Fun.”
“I’m glad you think so, because you have a great cock.”
I’m patting his leg, and he’s looking at me as if I’m five steps away from falling on my face and puking all over the floor. Hardly!
“Thanks.”
“You think about doing me again?”
I don’t know where the question comes from. Neither does Ian, gauging the way he looks at me. “Every day.” I feel better knowing that his speech is slurring almost as much as mine.
“Oh my God. We should have sex again.” It’s a great idea! Me, Ian, a big fat bed that squeaks every time we thrust against each other. I’m sweating like a virgin over here. “You want a blowjob? Because I have it on good authority that I’m awesome.”
He’s looking at me. Judging me. The kind of judgment that sizes up how good it would be to take another plunge in my body. His sleepy, alcohol-ridden eyes look as good to me in my likewise drunken state. “Fuck that, Katie. I would lick your pussy wide open first.”
“Oooh, you smooth talker!” I lean in closer, and I know my whisky breath is all over his face. “Take me to bed right now.” My mouth is dangerously close to his ear. I grip his upper arm and think about licking the base of his neck. Even though I’m drunk, I know that’s a bad idea in public. I’m pushing it already.
His fingers play with the ends of my hair that have fallen out of my twist. “I want to tear this bun apart and pull your hair while I fuck you,” he growls into my ear.
We’re so close to kissing. His hand is on my thigh. My hand is searching for his. The bartender comes up and then quickly turns around when he sees us. We’re lucky the bar is so empty now.
“I was thinking of something a bit different,” I say with a different grin. “How about I tie you to a chair and slam my pussy in your lap?”
Chuckling, Ian picks up my empty glass and licks the rim. “Tie me up, huh? I’m not into that. I’d much rather tie you up and bite those pink nipples of yours. Oh yeah. I remember what color they are.” Before I can admonish him, he breathes into my ear, his voice deliciously deep. “I want to bring you to the brink of orgasm so many times that you beg me… beg me… to finish you off, your screams echoing off my bedroom wall while I completely lose myself in you.”
I shiver. It almost sounds good. Minus the tying me up part. “Ian…” I sober up a bit, but not enough to save me from my oncoming folly. “I’m not sure that would work.”
“No, it wouldn’t.” He’s serious. Too serious. “We’re both Doms. It wouldn’t work out, Katie.”
He takes a tentative drink and puts his glass back down. His hand is still on my thigh, and it tightens there, invigorating my lust but not satisfying my heart. “Not even for a little while?”
I don’t know what’s come over me. I really shouldn’t be lusting over Ian like this. Wanting him to hold me, to kiss me, to give me a hard time both in and out of bed. I feel like my high school friends swooning over him. Are any of my high school friends here with him like this right now? No. It’s all Kathryn Alison.
Domme.
I can’t ignore who I am. Ian isn’t going to submit to me, and I’m not going to submit to him. It would make us both too uncomfortable. We want completely different things from the other person. We really should end things here. Maybe we’ll hook up a few more times… why couldn’t tonight be one of those nights?
I ask him as much, and watch his brows furrow.
“Because I won’t be happy with just sex, Katie.” His voice is soft, but I can hear a Dom’s sternness in it. Already he’s talking to me like a sub, and I don’t care much for it. “If we make this a regular thing, then I want to dominate the fuck out of you.”
I bristle.
His tongue coddles my earlobe, and I feel myself turning into mud all over him. No. I have to resist. I have to push away from his inviting embrace. “I want to slowly strip you and bite every part of your body. I want to make you suck my cock until you choke on everything I give you.” Okay, man… okay… “I want to spank your pretty ass until it’s so pink you can’t sit for a week. And then I want to bend you down, listening to you shriek in ecstasy into my pillow as I fuck you bareback, your tight cunt growing tighter until you draw me in so deep that I can’t help but be siphoned by every muscle in your body. And then I want to watch my cum drip out of you and onto my bed. Then make you clean it up while you call me sir.”
My brain is gone. I don’t even know what the fuck to say.
“Does that sound good, Katie?”
He knows my answer. He knew it before he started describing that shit. Even though my body is shivering at the images, at the way his voice spills into me and fills my chest with nerves, I say the first thing that comes to my mind. “I don’t think I’d like that.” It sounds suffocating. Demeaning. Also, I don’t do bareback.
“No? Then I guess it can’t happen. I’m not going to do anything you’re thinking of right now. Let me guess. Cock rings and calling me a bad boy?”
He’s not making fun of me. He knows how a Domme like me rolls. I don’t really do humiliation, but I can be a harsh Mistress depending on the sub’s wants. Ian wouldn’t want that. If he were a sub, he’d want me to make him worship me. That’s what I want, anyway.
To feel like a queen.
A goddess.
Not a slave. The one without the real power.
Lots of women love that shit. That’s fine. I get it on a superficial level. But it’s not me. I get off hardest and feel freest when I’m the one calling all the shots. The thought of a man, even one like Ian, holding me down and pounding me until I scream a safe word makes me nervous, not exhilarated.
Even so, I want him. I want to feel his mouth on my body, his arms wrapped around me and filling me with that same warmth from before. It shouldn’t be too much to ask…
Maybe…
In my drunken haze, I suggest something that I will come to regret in due time. Yet right now it sounds so sound that why the fuck wouldn’t I suggest it?
“Let’s have a friendly wager,” I say, stroking his thigh with my fingertips. He’s getting hard. I want his cock in my mouth, but only if I get to tie his hands behind his chair. “About the presentation on Friday.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. One of us will definitely lose… but if one of us wins? Then we get something from the other person.”
“Go on.”
I open my mouth and seal my fate. “The loser has to submit to the other person for one night. Whatever the other person wants. Safe word for only extreme shit.”
Ian considers me for a long time. “You would submit to me?” He sounds genuinely surprised. And intrigued. His hand is dangerously close to my slit.