Read Not Your Damn Dom (Denial #2) Online
Authors: Amy Valenti
Spencer
tightened his hand in my hair and yanked my head down. “Pretty girl, I’m claiming your mouth. Service me properly and we won’t have a problem.”
His voice made it clear he disapproved, and
a pang of remorse went through my subservient side. I sucked on his cock, flicking my tongue against the sensitive spots, pouring all my sexual frustration into the act of pleasing him. Spencer groaned, his grip on my hair still secure, and pushed deeper into my mouth. My pussy pounded with need, the plug in my ass a distraction, but I licked and sucked, lavishing attention on him while precariously keeping balance with my hands behind my back.
I could have done so much better if I were allowed to
stroke him, but since I wasn’t, I had to make do with the vibrations from my moans, the suction of my mouth and the twists of my tongue.
He pushed right the way down my throat and I somehow managed to take him
without gagging. I was his and he could do whatever he wanted; it was rewarding to let him control this. He bucked up his hips, fucking my mouth gently before pulling my head up and off him so I could breathe again.
“
You feel goddamn amazing, pretty girl. Ready to finish?”
I nodded, warmth flooding me at the compliment. He guided me down again and I gave the head of his cock as much suction as I could, flicking my tongue against the vein on the underside. He was watching me, his breathing shaky, his focus intent on the way I moved. I moaned at the connection between us, seeking to tip him over the edge, and a
jolt of triumph passed through me as he caught his breath, forcing my head down, losing control.
I swallowed
obediently, completing his claiming of my mouth.
Spencer drew me off his cock slowly and pulled me on top of him. His warm skin against mine was a torment. I needed to come so badly, but it wasn
’t my call.
Sometimes I really hated being the
submissive one.
Spencer gave a low chuckle, his voice husky with satisfaction.
“I haven’t forgotten about you, pretty girl. Don’t worry about that.”
I contemplated telling him he
’d better be able to get it up again soon, but the chain around my throat was a deterrent to that, reminding me who was in charge. I had no doubt Spencer would be able to think of as creative a way to punish me for insolence as he had to work on my arm strength, back when we’d first met.
“
Tell me something. Does it turn you on if I do this?”
He ran his fingertips up and down the welts on the inside of
one thigh. I whimpered softly and squirmed.
“
Yes, Sir.”
“
How about this?” He slapped my ass sharply and the plug inside me jolted at the impact, sending a spark of pleasure through my flesh.
I
writhed, enjoying the sensation. “Definitely, Sir.”
“
And this?” He pulled at the plug’s end, wriggling the toy inside me.
“
Sirrrr
…” I complained, wondering if I could get away with grinding my clit against his leg until I came.
“
Sit up,” he told me. “Come and lie over my lap.”
It took us only a couple of seconds to position ourselves: his back against the headboard, my ass over his lap. I rested my weight
on my elbows so I could look back and watch him. Spencer ran his hand over my bare, unmarked ass and shook his head with feigned regret. “I’ve been lax. What was I thinking, leaving this gorgeous skin unspanked all night?”
“
You might be a little out of practice, Sir,” I teased. “You’re welcome to use me to get back into things, though.”
Spencer raised an eyebrow.
“How thoughtful of you.”
“
Always thinking of you, Sir.” I put on my best innocent expression, which made him roll his eyes.
“
Thirty spanks with my bare hand, pretty girl. Count them.”
He laid into my ass without a pause, and I counted along, almost losing track halfway through at a particularly hard slap that brought tears to my eyes. The pain warmed me, keeping my heart racing and my pussy
slick. The plug just made the experience more intensely pleasurable.
His cock hardened against me as he reached around twenty spanks, and I counted off the rest in delicious anticipation of the claiming he was about to give me. When he
’d reached thirty, he squeezed my inflamed skin, then dipped his fingers between my legs, finding me wet and half-crazy with longing for him.
“
Please, Sir, please…”
Spencer teased my clit, but before anything could grow from more than a tingle he withdrew his hand. I would have cursed his name if not for him pulling at the plug between my ass cheeks. He eased it halfway out, then back in, out and back in, making me groan and gasp
as pleasure swelled within me. “Oh, God…”
“
Something you want, pretty girl?”
“
Your cock, Sir.”
Amusement seeped into his tone
. “Naughty girl. You want me to fuck you in the ass, don’t you?”
He loved it when I talked dirty, but I held out, hoping he’d give me incentive
. “Yes, Sir.”
“
Say it, pretty girl.” His voice was husky, demanding. Completely erotic.
“
I want you to fuck my ass, Sir. Until I scream. Right now.”
He growled approvingly and slammed the plug back into me
, making me cry out, before giving my ass another spank. “Up on your hands and knees. Face the headboard.”
Finally!
I got into position, my pussy clenching with anticipation. Over my shoulder, I watched my Dom rolling on a condom, then reaching for the lubricant.
“
Want me to help you with that, Sir?”
He glanced up with an evil half-smile.
“I would take you up on that, but since you’re so eager to watch me…”
With lube-coated fingers, he stroked himself from the base to the tip, playing with his hard cock while I watched, mesmerised.
“Holy fuck, you’re hot, Sir.”
He advanced on me, still holding his hard-on, and I sent up a mental prayer that this time he
’d give me the climax I urgently needed.
“
Whose ass is this, pretty painslut?” He slapped it so hard he shocked the breath from my lungs.
“
Yours, Sir.”
He slapped the other cheek, equally hard. The sting fizzed all the way to my aching
pussy and I lowered myself onto my elbows, presenting my ass to him.
“
Please take me.”
Spencer withdrew the plug so slowly I was convinced he
’d start teasing me with it again at any second. Just as I’d begun to despair, it came all the way out and Spencer joined me on the bed.
“
Take this for me, pretty girl.”
His cock pressed against my hole, pushed in a little way. I tried to relax, to let
him in, but he was wider than the plug and the stretch was overwhelming. “God, I don’t know if I can—”
“
You can,” he said on the edge of a growl, pushing deeper, then withdrawing almost completely, repeating the process to take me more each time. “Let me in.”
I concentrated on breathing as calmly as I could, willing my
lust-infused body to accommodate him. Finally his hips pressed against me, his cock buried completely within my ass.
“
Fuck,” I whispered, still not sure how it had happened.
Spencer began to pull back and the pleasure that coursed through me was divine.
“Oh, Sir…”
“
I know, pretty girl.” He grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up so I was practically seated on his thighs, and tugged on the ‘collar’ around my throat. “Now you’re all mine.”
Less than
a minute later, with his cock pounding into me hard and fast and oh, so deep, I was desperate to come. I promised Spencer everything I had, everything he wanted,
anything
if he’d just let me have the orgasm I’d been dying for since we’d gotten home. He ground his fingers against my clit, thrust them inside me and ordered, “Give me everything, pretty girl. I want it all.”
My world blanked out after that; nothing existed but the pleasure of his claiming and residual pain from the places he
’d spanked and clamped and caned. His strong arms around me tightened as I clutched the bedcovers and cried out my relief, shuddering with the spasms of my climaxes—one, two, ten, a million?
When I could think clearly again, I was nestled in Spencer
’s arms, dazed and used and deliriously happy. Beside me, Spencer was gazing at my face, watching me come down from the emotional and physical high.
“
I love you, Sir.”
He stroked back my hair, smiling.
“Never get tired of hearing that.”
“
You’ll never stop hearing it,” I told him, his unspoken declaration of love reaching me loud and clear.
* * * *
TWO WEEKS LATER
Spencer
But being the date of the star of the movie? That was something else.
The paparazzi were out in force, practically crushing each other on the other side of the barriers to get the attention of Alex and her co-stars. Though she appeared outwardly serene, as if she’d been at the centre of a media whirlwind her whole life, I knew better. The slight tension in her arm, looped through mine, was enough to tip me off.
“
Ms. Ashford! Alexandra!” Pushy reporters from all kinds of media were yelling her name, but Alex was looking for fans waiting for autographs, that much was clear. She fielded questions from print reporters and bloggers while signing copies of the book the movie was based on for her adoring public. It was when she got to the TV reporters that I really started to tense up. I didn’t want to be filmed or talk to these vultures, but for Alex, I’d do anything.
She let go of my arm to stand with someone from
Entertainment First
, smiling and giving a little twirl to show off her spectacular red rockabilly dress when the reporter asked it of her. I hated that shit. When was the last time a male actor was asked to twirl for the cameras? They were just objectifying her, distilling who she was down into soundbites and video clips.
Alex answered a couple of questions before her co-star, James
Overman, swept in to videobomb her interview. She laughed and pushed him gently while he clowned around.
Then the dreaded question.
“There have been rumours that the two of you had chemistry off-screen as well as on. How accurate is that?”
James and Alex looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“Well, for one thing, James’ fiancée is just down the carpet there, and this here is my guy, Spencer.”
I tried not to look as uncomfortable as I
felt when the camera panned over to me. “Ahh, this is the personal trainer who got you into shape for the role of Marina, right?”
“
And my stunt double.” James clapped me on the shoulder, diverting attention back from me to him. Or so I thought.
“
How do you feel about your girlfriend’s rise to superstardom?” The reporter held out the mic for my comment.
I looked across at my submissive and gave her a genuine smile. I didn
’t need to fake my love for her. “She worked hard in this role and she deserves every bit of her success.”
“
Aww.” Alex snuggled against my side again.
“
You’re a cute couple. Will there be wedding bells in your future?”
Goddamn fucking journalists!
No matter what we said, they’d put a spin on it.
“
We’ve only known each other a few months, so let’s not rush into anything yet,” Alex said with a sidelong glance up at me.
The guy in charge of making sure the traffic down the red carpet actually kept moving signalled to the interviewer, who beamed and spoke to the camera.
“That’s all we’ve got time for, but you can see
Walk on Glass
in movie theatres nationwide from next Friday. Thanks for your time, guys.”
Alex smiled and waved. James got in closer to the camera and said,
“Go see the movie!”
I just w
aited to move on, watching Alex to keep myself calm.
“
Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she murmured under her breath. “I won’t make you come to any more of these things if you don’t want to.”
Before I could reply, a new reporter grabbed her attention and she was
distracted again.