Billionaires in Vegas: Dom Vs. Domme Shorts, #1

By Cynthia Dane

Kathryn and Ian are the IT billionaire couple in great need of some time away from home...

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... well, those who say that have never been so drunk that they woke up with the world's worst hangover. 

And a piece of paper that says they're married. 

What ensues is one week of ruined vacations, lawyers,  frustration out the wazoo, and one nosy mother who has a sixth sense for drama. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barachou Press
• Release date: Aug 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386824947

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Billionaires in Vegas

A Dom Vs. Domme Story

Cynthia Dane

BARACHOU PRESS

BILLIONAIRES IN VEGAS

A Dom Vs. Domme Story

Copyright: Cynthia Dane

Published: March 14th, 2016

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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BILLIONAIRES IN VEGAS

Chapter 1

IAN

It’s my belief that the partnership of our two companies could bring us both very lucrative business. Looking at what happened when we joined forces with the Brown family in Miami, well, I don’t have to tell you the billions we made. You can see it on our quarter reports for yourself.

I flash my most charming smile. Do you know how many years it takes even a good looking guy like me to develop a smile that can charm the habit off a nun? Exactly eight. That was my age when I had finally wound my nanny around the tip of my index finger. I gorged on ice cream that night, much to my mother’s chagrin – and then I convinced her that she should join me. Since it was her third time breaking up with my father, she was easy to convince!

Charming women is easy, anyway. Charming three men in black suits isn’t as easy, especially when you’re trying to charm three of Vegas’s most winning real estate developers. This is definitely the big leagues. These guys here? Looking at me from across a formal dining table in one of Vegas’s nicest restaurants? They want my blood. Kinda literally. We Mathers are known for our awesome, somewhat rare blood type.

Look, Ian, says Simon Lackey, the second-in-command of the JKL Group. It’s not that we don’t trust your family’s track record when it comes to these things. You and your father have proven time and again that you can flip any piece of crap and turn it into a million-dollar-listing, at least. Your billion-dollar hospitality enterprises ain’t bad. Miami ain’t bad.

I lean back in my seat, carefully crossing my legs and giving Simon a hard look. But?

But it’s a risky time for any of us to be making big business decisions like this. Pegg and Brewster had a total flop down at the other end of the strip. They lost millions. It’s a trying time to build new casinos.

We know. That’s why we want to take all the work out of hospitality for you. My father and I…

Are renowned all over the world, we know, says Frisk Johnson. He’s had a lot more impatience for me over the course of this dinner. If you ask me, this guy wants to go see the fight that starts at nine. It’s seven now. Look, if we start seriously thinking about going that route, we will definitely call you. As it is, we’re not going to take any chances as long as people are struggling on the business end.

Across from him, a delicate hand freshly done with French-tipped nails sways in his direction. Gentlemen, we understand the nature of these deals. Kathryn, my partner in all things, has a more charming smile than I do. That’s what happens when you’re a beautiful blond goddess who could make the cosmos bend at her will. God knows she’s made me bend a time or two. Ugh. I better watch it. This is still a business dinner. As soon as it’s over, though? Well, let’s say Kathryn and I plan to stay in Vegas a few more days to enjoy the sights, if you know what I mean. It’s Sin City, and we definitely plan to sin, ahem.

Simon is the first to respond to my girlfriend. I’m sure you do, Ms. Alison, and that’s not what we’re debating.

Oh, I know. You don’t have confidence in us, that’s all.

Now, I didn’t say…

"A man of your fantastic means doesn’t have to say anything. Kathryn keeps smiling as she pours herself more water and takes a tentative sip. Her pretty pink lips smack delectably. Never let it be said that a woman doesn’t know what she has and how to work it. Kathryn isn’t the kind to use sex to sway votes, but she knows when it’s time to go into I’m fucking hot and I know it" mode and make some dicks hard in the room. I can speak from experience that a guy with a hard dick is more likely to enter business deals with a pretty lady. No, not that kind. (Okay, yes, that kind.)

It’s not that we’re not interested, Frisk continues. It’s the numbers…

Look here, men. Let’s not waste any more time than we already have. Kathryn sits up straight, the scoop neck of her dress dipping toward her cleavage. Every one of our eyes go straight there. Yes, even mine. I may have seen her tits a hundred times by now, but I still get excited by every promise of more. Is this what it means to be in love? By hell, I will take it. Again and again. Hmm. Where are we? You want to build a new hotel and casino. We want to move into the Vegas market. How can we come together so we are getting the best of both of our worlds? She opens her palms as if she can find the answer to her question there. We don’t have to break ground tomorrow. We don’t even have to make a deal tonight, but we can make a few promises. Let’s start with this: an exploratory committee, taking what we both bring to the table and what we can improve on – together. You gentlemen will be coming out east soon enough, right? That would be a perfect time to reconvene with our findings and go from there. Let’s not let go of the idea quite yet. I am sure that Ian and I will come up with a proposal that will blow you up. She wraps her tongue around a straw in her iced tea and sucks, eyes not breaking contact with anyone.

Even I am slouching in my seat, imagining what she can do with that tongue and those lips. Trust me. I know. She’s had both wrapped around my dick more times than I could ever blissfully count.

The only thing keeping the other men from staring at her for too long is the gold band glistening on her right ring finger. You know, the one that matches mine? Yeah, more than one guy has caught on to that. One by one they look away, clearing their throats and drinking a lot of whatever they’re having.

Frisk is the first to speak again. I am sure such a thing can be arranged. We didn’t mean to imply that all discussion ends here tonight.

I should hope not, gentlemen. Kathryn crosses her legs and sits up straight, pushing up her breasts with the sheer force of her torso and arms. The only reason I’m not melting like a stick of butter in the microwave is because I don’t have to wonder what’s in there. I know. Actually, knowing can make it worse sometimes…

By the time we bring an end to our business dinner, I am fairly confident that these three will come out east within a month to hear us out some more. Hopefully by then the real estate climate will have changed a little. If nothing else, it gives Kathryn and I a month to put together a presentation that will probably bring my father another billion dollars – and all he has to do is sit on his ass and smoke his cigars. And be henpecked by my mother. Have I told you that they’re back together again? No, no, they broke up yet again before Christmas. Then got together after New Year’s… I think… I have a hard time keeping up with the Ballad of Caroline and Dominic Mathers. I think they’re on verse seventeen by now.

Kathryn slips out to use the restroom, leaving me to bid the official adieus to the JKL Group. J and K leave fairly quickly, one of them nursing a little friend in his trousers that he is desperate to keep the rest of the restaurant from seeing. The L, on the other hand, offers to shake my hand again after putting on his coat.

Looking forward to the presentation, Ian, Simon says. Not to mention… that’s quite the firecracker you have on your team there. Does she get charity money the same way she gets business ventures?

No, afraid not. I lower my voice. She gets men that way though.

Oh, I’m sure.

Simon is still hot under his collar when he leaves. I head over to the bar and claim a couple of seats for Kathryn and me. She comes back from the bathroom as the bartender gives us two Old Fashioneds, our favorite drinks to have together. There are a lot of fond memories in those glasses.

So nice to be done with that, Kathryn says, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder and drinking her whiskey. I never thought we’d lose those guys.

I snort into my glass and immediately let my hand roam over her bare knee. Fuck me, I haven’t felt her skin all night. I’m addicted. A slobbering mess. Alcohol doesn’t even compare to her. You would never guess we spend most of our nights together now, including sharing a room here in Vegas. It’s our second day in town, and I’m already drinking in the sight of her in her lingerie as she sleeps in our warm room overlooking the strip.

Strip. That’s a good word.

I think it went well, I say. My father won’t be displeased, anyway.

And mine won’t tell me to get a different job.

Stop me from snorting, please! You don’t have an official job, my dear. You do as you please. A truly modern woman.

Kathryn rolls her eyes, but says nothing. She knows I’m right. Kathryn has never really been employed. Like me, she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth but grew up determined to prove that she deserves to keep it. She works harder than anyone else I know, whether it’s raising fundraiser money for non-profits, or helping me make my family a shitton more money in the hospitality industry. She gets to keep a fair chunk for herself, of course.

Unlike me, however, she doesn’t have a cock, which means she works twice as hard as any guy I know in our same situation. She also doesn’t work for her father like I do. Well, my father and I are practically business partners at this point, but I digress. Kathryn’s father is pretty much retired with his money working in investments. As the only child, Kathryn has a lot resting on her shoulders to make sure the money keeps rolling in. She’s almost thirty and hasn’t settled on one thing, however. If you ask me? We need to merge houses and throw all the Alison money in with the Mathers and take over every hotel on the eastern seaboard until we’re so stinking rich we make Melinda and Bill look quaint.

What? No, I’m not suggesting we get married. Don’t look at me like that. I said don’t look…

Okay, you want to know a secret? I’m not the one with cold feet about getting married. It’s 100% Katie, who is so in love with not being married that I don’t see it happening any time soon. She practically got hives when I gave her the promise ring saying that I would be true to her and… I’m practically her husband. Practically. We have separate residences, but she’s at my condo half the week and I go to hers for a night or two, usually on the weekends. In the future, we might officially move in together.

But we’re totally not getting married.

On one hand, it’s nice to not have that pressure on me. I grew up hearing the narrative that women would be begging me to marry them if I even so much as looked at them. Both my mother and father warned me about these things. To be sure, there were many women I briefly dated in my 20s who made it clear they wanted big mansions and lots of nannies for our test tube babies. Not Kathryn. As far as I know, I’m spending my 30s beholden to this woman but financially my own man. We’ll be that married couple that is never setting five feet around a chapel unless it’s to celebrate someone else’s nuptials.

Well, she finally says, pulling a mint from her clutch and slowly unwrapping the plastic. No matter what happens with this deal, at least we’ll have Vegas.

She gives me that nasty little smile that I’ve come to love over the