Amy Valenti - Not Your Damn Submissive (Denial #1) (14 page)

She gave me a wan smile.
“Just tired. And frustrated from earlier. But mostly tired.”

The way she
’d answered was telling enough—she wasn’t giving me a hard time about my refusal to get her off earlier. She needed to sleep.

“
Why don’t you go home, get some rest?” It was all I could do not to cup her cheek in my hand as we talked.

Kat shook her head adamantly.
“This is what I’m getting paid for. I can’t go slacking off. If you stay, I stay, Sir.”

I smiled at her obvious wish to be close to me, but shook my head, shifting my tone into Dom mode.
“This is what I need you to do. Go back to the trailer, strip down to your underwear and get into bed. If I don’t find you there asleep when I’m finished up here, there’ll be hell to pay, understand?”

Her eyes had widened the second I
’d said the word ‘strip’. I had to bite back a grin; despite her attitude, she was sometimes so easy to shock.

“
What if someone else comes into the trailer before you get back?” she demanded, keeping her voice as quiet as mine had been. “How am I supposed to explain why I’m half-naked in your bed instead of here doing my job?”

I gave her the sternest scowl I could muster under the circumstances.
“Little miss, you’re just lucky I don’t have access to a vibrator right now. If I had one, my orders would be for you to strip naked and hold it against your clit until I got back. Without coming.”

She blushed to the roots of her hair, staring at me in open outrage, and I made a mental note to get hold of a new vibrator as soon as possible.

“Fine, I’m going to the trailer,” she said, then turned and headed for the hallway.

“
Kat,” I called after her, making no attempt to be subtle about it.

She stopped in her tracks and turned back to face me expectantly. I beckoned her back to my side, then murmured in her ear,
“No orgasms until I get there. I will know, little miss.”

Her blush increased and she shot me a filthy look. I grinned as she wheeled and stalked away.

“Are you tormenting your assistants again, Callum?” Paul sauntered over with a curious look after Kat.

“
It keeps them on their toes,” I said, feigning friendliness. Truthfully, Paul annoyed the hell out of me half the time and I only tolerated him the rest of it.

“
Well, if you’re not gonna move in on that one soon, send her by my trailer. She looks like she’d be hell on wheels in bed.” He gazed appreciatively at Kat’s backside, and a territorial need to protect her crept over me. It was like he’d completely forgotten the last time I’d warned him off her.

“
Keep your hands off her, man. I need her to keep me organised, and she can’t do that if she’s mooning over you.” The words were friendly and so was my tone, but I put a subtle warning into my stance that he took heed of immediately.

“
Got it. You should have just said you were planning to bang her.” He shrugged and moved off to talk to Jacie, who was watching us from a distance.

I didn
’t know whether I could stand to work on this show full-time. The scripts were mediocre on a good day, Paul was an asshole and the only thing really tying me to New York was Kat. While Jacie and Paul got some last-minute direction from Darren, I glanced down at my lines and wondered if I could scoop my submissive up and take her back to Hollywood with me, make her my assistant full-time.

It was a pipe dream, at be
st. She was a set design girl—that was her chosen career and I couldn’t make her give it up for me. No, if I wanted to spend time around Kat I was going to have to stick with this crappy show and watch her from afar when she had cause to be around the sets during shooting time.

I imagined her ly
ing on the bed in my trailer in the lacy yellow underwear she’d shimmied into after our joint shower this morning. God, she was something. Even when she was pissed off at me. I’d never been challenged so thoroughly by a sub before, and I was relishing the way she and I connected. Fuck, I wanted to go back and connect with her right now, give her the orgasm I’d withheld earlier in the day and a couple more on top of that.

Easy, boy.
I talked myself down as Darren clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. Time for take fucking twenty-nine, and I’d get back to my little firecracker later.

* * * *

Kat

I’d thought I’d be too annoyed with Callum to sleep—pulling that shit where everyone could see how flustered I was? What the fuck had he been thinking?—but I’d made sure the trailer door was closed and all the lights were off before stripping down to my underwear and sliding under the covers. The bed smelled like him, and I’d snuggled into the pillow and closed my eyes, letting my anger slip away as the cocoon of warmth had soothed me.

The
next thing I knew, the door opened and I startled awake, clutching the blanket around myself, too scared to sit up in case it wasn’t Callum.

“
Relax, little miss. It’s me.”

I flopped back against the pillow.

“What time is it?” I asked sleepily, snapping on the bedside lamp.

He came into the trailer
’s tiny bedroom area and sat on the bed. “Nearly nine.”

“
Ugh, really? Darren’s a sadist.” I realised what I’d said and frowned. “Not literally, I hope.”

Callum shook his head.
“He doesn’t have the right temperament for it. Now, me, on the other hand…” He pulled down the blanket to expose my body with its yellow lace underwear. “I have exactly the right temperament for it.”

I shivered, partly from the cool air but mainly from his predatory gaze. I
’d been dreaming of this moment since he’d denied me an orgasm hours earlier, but I… Wasn’t I supposed to be annoyed with him about something? I couldn’t remember what it was, too captivated by his eyes on my body to care.

“
Move over, little miss, and let me give you what I wouldn’t let you have earlier.”

I scooted over to let him lie beside me, and he gathered me into his arms with a gentle, clinging kiss that quickly bec
ame two, three, too many to count…

He rolled me over so that his chest pressed against my back, and slid an arm underneath me to hold me from behind. His hard-on pressed into my butt and I couldn
’t help but roll my hips back against it while he unfastened my bra and covered the back of my neck in kisses.

“
I want you to remember where we are. No screaming while I touch you, little miss,” he cautioned, and pinched my nipples briefly, yet hard enough to send glorious pain through my system.

I whimpered softly,
hooking one of my legs back over his to part my thighs. “Please touch me, Sir.”

He slipped his hand into my panties and played with my pussy, teasing apart the wet folds without touching my clit.
“Oh, you want me, don’t you, little miss?”

“
Mmm-hmm…” I bucked against his hand, trying to jar him into touching somewhere that counted.

“
Let me see what I can do for you.” His breath was light against my ear as he gathered the arousal from my pussy and covered my clit with slick wetness, rolling his fingertips lightly over the sensitive area. I sighed encouragement, letting him torment my clit, waiting for the orgasmic tension to build with unusual patience. As long as he was stimulating me, I was in no hurry to get anywhere. This felt good enough on its own.

Pres
sing me more tightly back against his clothed body, Callum slid a finger into me and thumbed my clit, finger-fucking me slowly. I arched against him, murmuring wordlessly as a slow wave began to gather on the edges of my consciousness. He added a second finger but kept up the same slow, sensual pace, and the orgasm swelled closer, closer… I moaned softly as he pressed harder on my clit. My breathing was frenzied now, my body tightening with the need to release, but the wave hadn’t reached me yet and I knew it would be worth the wait.

“
Close, little miss?”

“
Mmmm,” was all I could manage, the vibrations from his voice tickling my ear and sending shivers down to join the rest of the sensations building inside me.

“
Tell me who you belong to.”

“
You, Sir.” That was a no-brainer.

“
Good girl.” He nipped my neck, plunging his fingers deep into me and stroking my sweet spot just right. I shook, panted, strained for the climax that was so close I could almost taste it, then fell over the edge into mindless rapture as I shook in my Dom’s arms.

“
Oh my God…” I whispered as powerful, slow surges of pleasure threatened to sweep my sanity away. “Oh, fuck…”

Callum withdrew his fingers from my still-fluttering pussy and held his fingers up to my mouth.
“Clean me up, little miss.”

Dazed with pleasure, I licked his skin clean, breathing hard. When
I’d completed the small task to his satisfaction, he tipped me over onto my back and looked down at me with smouldering eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

I tugged at his shirt in re
ply, smiling up at him. “Let me see you, Sir.”

He stripped in no time at all, and I purred as he took hold of his hard, thick cock and stroked it a couple of times.
“I could watch you do that all day, Sir.”

Callum raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll remember that next time I have you desperate to be fucked, begging for my cock inside you.”

I shimmied out of my panties all the way and parted my
legs for him. “I missed you.”

He came to me willingly, capturing my lips in a hot, urgent kiss as he found my slick entrance a
nd pushed inside. I moaned into his mouth as he claimed me, working his way deeper in several quick, insistent thrusts until his hips were pressed against mine.

“
I could hardly focus for imagining being here with you,” he admitted, making no move to start taking me. His cock pulsed inside me, but he ignored the needs of his body to concentrate on me. “I probably fucked up about six takes in a row just fantasising about making you come.”

Warmth that had nothing to do with sex built within m
y chest. “That’s sweet, Sir.”

“
Shhh…” He kissed me again, then drew almost all the way out of me with a deliberateness that made me tremble before pushing back in. “No more talking, little miss.”

Within a couple of minutes he
’d reduced my vocabulary to stifled moans and half-uttered curses as we rocked together, apart, against each other with a gathering urgency. He pinned my wrists above my head and drove into me deep and hard, stealing my breath, and I braced my feet against the mattress to arch up my pelvis and coax him even deeper.

“
Don’t you dare come without me,” he growled in my ear. “Understand, little miss?”

I made a half-coherent, plaintive noise, trying to s
uppress the building pressure inside.

“
Do—you—understand?” he gritted out, punctuating each word with an especially hard thrust.

“
Yes,” I gasped out, trying to wrench my hands free of his grip to twist my fingers into the sheets, but foiled by the effortless way he held my wrists secure. It just served to remind me who was in charge, and I added a hasty, “Sir…” to my agreement.

He brushed his lips over mine, though we were both breathing too hard to really kiss.
“Ask me to hurt you.”

It might have given me some trouble if I hadn
’t been half out of my mind with desire, but the concept was so delicious that I shivered. “Hurt me, Sir, please—”

He released one of my hands and twisted my nipple hard enough to bring tears to my eyes, and my
inner muscles clenched powerfully in readiness to come. It must have been good for him, because he ground his hips into mine, his cock pulsing within me. “Now.”

Oh, thank
God…
The trickle of pain turned to a flood of pleasure as I allowed myself relief, the climax not quite as strong as the one he’d given me a few minutes ago, but still glorious in its own right. I clutched Callum’s upper back and enjoyed the rush, the feel of his muscles shifting beneath my hands, his shaky sigh as he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over.

There was nothing like being in h
is embrace, and I didn’t know why. My mind kept coming back to one thing—the concept of safety. I was safe with him.

It should have been way more boring than it felt.

* * * *

Callum

I
’d driven Kat in to work this morning, and I was sure as hell not letting her get public transport back to her place. I’d half been inclined to suggest we just spent the night in the trailer, but there wasn’t much room to manoeuvre if I decided to give her a good spanking, so I decided against it.