Not Your Damn Dom (Denial #2) (26 page)

When finally we reached the entrance to the venue, I went straight inside, leaving Alex to pose with her co-stars for more pictures. Safe from the cameras
’ flashes and reporters’ yells, I finally relaxed.


You okay, bud?” Callum’s voice was amused.


Fuckin’ reporters,” I murmured under my breath.


Better get used to it. Your best friend and your girl are both big shots now.” The Ridley Scott movie he’d been working on had come out a couple of months ago. Callum was now a household name, with an unwanted paparazzi escort practically everywhere he went.


Best friend?” I frowned at him. “Are you a teenage girl?”

Kat came up behind him.
“Trust me, he’s not a girl.”

The jewelled silver choker around her neck glinted as she grinned up at her Dom.
Her little black dress had silver threads woven through it, and she looked like she belonged at premieres, at Callum’s side.


I don’t want to know anything about how you discovered that.”


We’re gonna go sit down. Just wanted to see if you survived the red carpet without laying out any reporters. Wish Alex good luck for us?” Callum squeezed my shoulder, then retreated, taking his submissive with him.

Alex and her co-stars took another ten minutes to get inside, all laughing and looking slightly stunned at the attention. Seeing me, my submissive came immediately back to my side
, breathless and beautiful. “Wow. That was a riot.”

I kissed her softly.
“Come on. Let’s go watch your movie.”

We were the last inside a packed theatre, and had VIP seats at the front. Almost as soon as we
were seated, the lights dimmed and the director, Roland Ellison, announced the movie. Soon we were immersed in the project we’d worked on for months before we’d even started filming. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Alex had said she
’d seen bits of it already, but not the completed cut. Similarly, I’d seen the completed fight sequences and stunts, but nothing else.

Alex had done my choreography proud, and so had her stunt double, Sandy. The movie was well-paced and Alex made everything relatable and emotionally engaging. Her performance was nothing short of stunning
—though I was probably biased.

When the credits rolled, the audience gave an enthusiastic standing ovation.
Whistles, cheers and thunderous applause filled the air. Even a lot of the critics in the gallery were on their feet.


You’re fucking amazing, Alexandra Ashford,” I murmured to her.

She gave me a dazzling smile and kissed me quickl
y before joining her co-stars and the head crew members in bowing her thanks to the audience.

Alex was teary-eyed
as we were ushered through the theatre to the after-screening party. “I can’t believe they liked it as much as they did. That was just incredible. I don’t even feel real right now.”


I can think of a few ways to convince you later,” I said in her ear. I gave a light tug on the choker she was wearing before stepping back to wait with the other plus-ones.

B
efore Alex got caught up in conversation, she gave me a wink that promised she’d be at her most willing to please later on tonight.

I might
hate this publicity shit, but being her Dom? That was something I wouldn’t give up for the world.

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Amy Valenti attained ‘crazy cat lady’ status at four years old, but took a little longer to get to the ‘published author’ stage, which was her other goal in life. Now in her late twenties, she tries to minimise the number of cats she puts into her erotic romance stories, but more than one has slipped into a character’s home while her back’s been turned. After all, the ultimate test of a man’s worth is what his new partner’s pets think of him…

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Just what is it about bondage, pain-play and barked commands that make a submissive fall to her knees? Amy Valenti is captivated by the Dominance and submission dynamic, and her books mainly feature growly, Dominant men with feisty yet submissive women. Occasionally she likes to write about hot Dom-on-Domme action and ménage involving two Dominant partners with one lucky female sub.

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