Free Dom Vs: Domme: The Deluxe Trilogy: A Billionaire Romance (Dom Vs. Domme Book 0) by Cynthia Dane Page B

to play. Even when backseat driving, I know.
    “Kathryn,” he says again, softly. It’s a far cry from the way he groaned it in The Dark Hour, but it has as large of an impact on me. My stomach churns. My groin is making a lot of suggestions right now. “Katie…”
    I hold in a gasp. Nobody calls me Katie. My dad calls me Kat sometimes, but Katie remains in the past, when I was…
    For that short stint as a teen when I thought it sounded cute. “Please, call me Katie,” I told him when we first met at that gala. The same one we made out at. The same one where I felt his cock and he put his mouth on my tits.
    The same one where I learned what his seed feels like on my skin.
    It’s hard to believe I was so embarrassed and angry back then. What can I say? I was a selfish kid. That sex was all about my pleasure. I just wanted his cock. I wanted him to tear me apart, yeah, but I didn’t stick around after he prematurely came. I should have. I should have reassured him that it was okay, that we could try again in a few minutes. Clean myself up. Do something… anything other than run out on a hormonal and probably insecure teenage boy…
    I mean, it doesn’t seem like he was traumatized by the event, but if I’ve thought about it every time we bumped into each other over the years… I’m sure he has too.
    “Call me Katie…”
    He remembered that?
    “Nobody’s called me that since high school.”
    “Did I offend you?”
    Our hands are still interlocked on the table. Where is this going? “No. Don’t call me that in front of other people, though.”
    “I wouldn’t.” His voice is so soft and gentle. Yet firm. Definitely firm. The man is still a Dom, after all. He makes you feel safe and secure. Like whatever happens is meant to happen, and you can put your trust in him. He’ll take care of you. He’ll make sure you feel good. He’ll do things I normally don’t want a man to do to me.
    His next words surprise me.
    “We should put all that behind us.”
    “What do you mean?” I’m only half ignorant.
    “We’ve been rough on each other when we meet. It’s because of what happened that day, right? We’re both defensive about it. It’s in our natures to react that way, especially as kids.”
    “Ian… don’t worry about it. I don’t hold it against you.”
    “Oh, I know you don’t really care that I did something every teen guy does at least once. Just like I don’t really care that your reaction was to freak out and stomp out on me.”
    I decide to not hear the mild derision in his tone. “Sounds like we’re both hung up on it.”
    “So let’s put it behind us. From now on. We’re adults, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    His hand squeezes mine. “Adults, you know… they are more experienced regarding certain things.”
    I swallow, and it feels like the lump is going to explode in my stomach. “Yeah.”
    Ian Mathers is leaning across the table. I am leaning across the table. I have no control over any of this… no control at all… what my body does, what he does… fuck, fuck, fuck, what is happening?
    He’s so close that his breath tickles my chin. “That means you and I are a lot more experienced at certain things than we were, what was it, twelve years ago?”
    “Okay.”
    “We’re also better at forgiving. So, do you forgive me, Katie?”
    I’m not sure what’s happening. The room is spinning. Something that feels like fatigue infuses into me. I’m awake, but… what’s controlling me? “Forgive you for what?”
    “For that day. I forgive you.”
    Another swallow. My lips are so dry. “Yeah. I forgive you.”
    “Kiss me.”
    “What?”
    His hand is squeezing mine so hard that I don’t doubt he’s bruising the both of us. It hurts. Oh, God, does it hurt. Everything. Everything hurts. My hand, my arm, my fucking heart.
    “If you believe me, kiss me.”
    “And what will that solve?”
    There’s that shrug. That smug, I-don’t-really-care shrug. Except I know he totally cares