Page 3 of A Dom Vs. Domme Story
“It can’t be more important than your hand on my dick.”
“It is if it costs you millions of dollars.”
Sighing, Ian reaches into his pocket and pulls out his ringing phone. I remove my hand from his shaft and roll onto my back.
“Mathers,” my boyfriend grunts. The look on his face softens as a female voice on the other end scolds him for not checking to see who was calling. At first I think it’s his mother, but that would make his face scrunch, not turn into butter. “Huh? You sure? Sorry to hear that. Still gonna make it to tomorrow night’s meeting?” He pauses again. “Good. Let me know if that changes. Take care.”
I wait until he hangs up. “Valerie?”
“Yes. She said she thinks she has a fever and is skipping out on our brunch tomorrow.”
“Fever? Is she going to be okay?”
Ian shrugs. “If she’s not by tomorrow evening, I can get her to the hospital for a check-up. Worse comes to worse, she stays in her hotel room until it’s time to go home. Not gonna risk sending her back early if she really is sick.”
My boyfriend’s assistant hadn’t seemed that sick earlier, but one could never tell with traveling as much as we have. Valerie doesn’t always come along on Ian’s business trips. Sometimes he brings me. Other times he goes by himself if it’s something more informal. It’s not often the three of us travel together. Darn. No wonder we didn’t have sex on the plane – not that Valerie hasn’t stumbled in on us before. She’s hilariously calm about it. Then again, any woman who works for my boyfriend had better be considering what he used to get up to before making me his forever.
“Wherewere we?” Ian tosses his phone onto the phone and rolls on top of me. “Oh, right, my dick was in your hand and about to be in your mouth. I’m pretty sure.”
“Isthatwhat was going on?” I don’t recall getting ready to put his dick in my mouth. I’m not opposed, though. Ian is in the top five of best cocks I’ve ever sucked, let alone multiple times. Maybe top three. If he’s a good boy I’ll even saythebest.
Something tells me he’s not going to be good tonight. I still might say the best, though.
“Fact,” he begins. “We have never screwed in Japan.”
“Maybe you haven’t.”
“I didn’t sayneitherof us has ever screwed in Japan. Just thatwehaven’t. The together was implied.”
“Uh huh.” My bare feet slide effortlessly against the silky comforter, letting my legs spread around his hips. Ah, yes, one of the most comfortable positions for this girl. Isn’t it funny how perfectly he fits between his legs? Why, it’s almost like we were built to be this way! Sometimes we joke that we’re so perfect for each other that fate must have brought us together. In a way, it tried that long ago. We originally met at one of his father’s galas when we were in high school. One thing led to another and next thing we knew we were fooling around in a closet. We didn’t make it all the way, though. Poor Ian was too excited for that.
For years we saw each other around but barely spoke. I daresay we developed a petty rivalry because it was better than feeling awkward whenever we were near each other. Hard to believe we’ve been together for two years now. Every day I wake up beside him thinking I’m pretty damn lucky, and yet it feels like forever already.
Ian’s made it clear that he wants to marry me. Maybe not tomorrow, but sometime in the nearish future. Probably before we hit our fifth anniversary in our mid-30s. I’ve turned down his proposal every time, however. I’m not ready. Getting married would change our relationship, no matter what he thinks. Plus, people would treat me differently. Nothim,though, and that’s something I need to make peace with first before agreeing to marry him.
Yet when we’re together like this, during our downtime on a trip halfway across the world, I get to pretend that nobody is judging us. Nobody knows me. Nobody knows him. All they’d see are two people in love.
And lust. Because Ian wouldn’t be Ian unless he was grabbing my breasts and thrusting between my legs, even with our clothes on.
Isn’t it ridiculous how some guys can make you feel like the only person in the whole damn world? Even at my level of wealth and privilege, I’m not used to men being so absorbed with me months, years into our relationships. Sure, they think I’m their devilish princess (or queen, if I’m really into dating submissive men at the moment) for a while. They might even think of no one but me. Yet don’t most men get ornery? Their eyes start to wander? Okay, so I don’t care if my guy looks at other women. Touching? That’s the fastest way to get your shit out of my place, whether of your own volition or not!
I’ve always felt secure with Ian since we’ve realized what we want from each other. He can make jokes about seeing other women and I can make off-hand comments about seeing my harem of men on the side. Sometimes he makes jokes about his own male harem to see if I’m paying attention. (I usually am.) I know that I can stop by his place unannounced and be instantly comfortable. I’ve never resented him stopping by my place unannounced. We basically live together, but with separate addresses, if that makes sense.
The whole world knows we’re as serious as it gets… and the whole world is counting down to this wedding we haven’t even planned.
“Your mind is wandering,” Ian growls against my jaw. “I must not be doing a good job at this boyfriend thing. Gotta step it up so you start paying attention to me.”
I grab his head and pull his lips atop mine. There. Does that answer whether or not I’m paying attention, Mr. Mathers?
Things are heating up to both of our benefits, and I’m 100% ready to tear off my panties and get going. Too bad someone knocks on my fucking door.
Really? Again? Another interruption? How many can one girl take?
“Once again,” Ian says, doubling-down staying on top of me. “Ignore it. We’re busy.”
I have no doubt that my boyfriend will continue to have sex with me while someone knocks at my door. Who the fuck is it, though? I didn’t order room service. I wasn’t expecting anyone to drop by. It couldn’t be Valerie looking for Ian. That left either a courier or…
One of our wonderful hosts.
