These Damn Suspicions (Denial #2.5)

by Amy Valenti

  “Of course I’ll wear your collar, Sir. Did you really think I’d say no?”

  It wasn’t until he relaxed that it sank in how tense he’d been. I wrapped my arms around one of his legs and pressed my face against his thigh. “You thought I might?”

  He wound his fingers into my hair and gave a light tug. “I try not to assume anything until I know you’re okay with it.”

  I studied the collar again, not moving from Callum’s leg. “As long as you don’t make me wear the collar to work, I’m okay with it.”

  “Let go of my leg, little miss.”

  When I released him, Callum picked up the nearby cushions and reassembled the couch. Then, sitting down, he beckoned to me. I crawled over, knowing how much he liked that, and heat flooded his expression.

  “Hand me the collar and get into position.”

  This was an order he’d used before, when he’d used collars on me during scenes—and occasionally just because he liked seeing me wear one. I knelt with my back to him, gathering my hair out of the way so he had easy access to my neck. Then, changing my mind, I leaned back on my hands and looked up at him with my head tilted as far back as it would get.

  “Question, Sir?”

  He looked amused at my position. “I figured you’d have one or two. Stay like that while you ask.”

  “Does the lock work?”

  Callum fingered the padlock and nodded. “I’ll give you one of the keys, but it’s only to be used if you need the collar off and I’m not around. Otherwise, I’m in control of that lock, understand?”

  “I promise, Sir.” I almost didn’t want the option of having a key, but I knew it wasn’t practical. In my line of work, unscheduled overtime wasn’t a regular occurrence, but it happened often enough that I’d need some control over my collar.

  “We’ll see how you do with the collar at home, then if there are no problems we’ll see about something more subtle you can wear at work. A necklace, a ring…”

  “A tattoo?” I suggested.

  Both of Callum’s eyebrows went up. That was rare—he usually only bothered with one. “Seriously?”

  My muscles were beginning to ache at the position I’d contorted myself into, but he’d ordered me to stay as I was, so I gave him the best ‘are you kidding?’ look I could upside down.

  He grinned and relented. “Sit up and turn to face me.”

  Relieved, I did as he’d asked. “If the tattoo idea pleases you, Sir…”

  “What if I want complete autonomy over what the tattoo looks like and where it goes?”

  I just knew he was working an angle. “If it’s the words ‘Little Miss Badass’ in giant letters on my forehead, I’m calling my safeword.”

  Callum gave an exaggerated sigh of disappointment, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

  “Do that again, and I’m putting a clothespin on it,” he threatened, with a note of token Dom sternness so I’d know he was serious, but not pissed off. “And possibly some fig-flavoured jelly.”

  I put my tongue back in my mouth immediately. That did not sound like fun.

  “In all seriousness, Sir? I’ll consider your specifications as long as I don’t totally hate the design of the tattoo.” I might have been submissive, but there was no chance in hell I was getting an ugly tattoo, even for my Dom.

  “That’s all I ask.” He regarded me for a second longer, as though he couldn’t believe I’d agreed to something so permanent, let alone suggested it.

  Then he shook his head. “Stand up, strip naked, then kneel again.”

  I opened my mouth to speak, glancing around me at the unfamiliar surroundings, but Callum cut me off.

  “Yes, little miss, I’m sure we’re not gonna be interrupted. But even if I wasn’t, I’d still expect you to follow the order. Naked. Now.”

  His Dom voice always got me tingly, and the look that went along with it was equally sexy. I didn’t waste time replying, just wriggled out of my clothes as quickly but provocatively as I could, not bothering to fold them, just tossing them aside into the sea of packing chips.

  By the time I’d knelt again, Callum had unlocked the collar and opened a tiny, subtle hinge that allowed it to be placed around the wearer’s throat. “Into position, little miss.”

  Turning my back on him made anticipation rush through me. I twisted my hair into a thick, wavy rope and held it up, leaving my neck bared to his gaze and his touch.

  Callum rested his hand around my throat for a second, squeezing as firmly as possible without cutting off my air supply. “I knew the day I met you that you were special. Thank you for letting me in, little miss.”

  “Thank you for opening my eyes to what I need, Sir.”

  I couldn’t help the huge smile that crossed my lips when the cool metal of the collar replaced his hand. I was owned, loved, respected, and happier than I’d ever thought I could be again.

  The padlock clicked shut, and I shivered at the power of one tiny noise. Time froze as we both adjusted to our instantly deepened connection. He’d claimed me and I’d be perfectly happy if he never let me go.

  The moment ended in a flurry of movement; he turned me to face him with one hand in my hair, the other on my wrist, pulling me. Kneeling up between his legs, I met his possessive kiss with eagerness, sliding my palms up his thighs to the fly of his black denim jeans. Callum’s breath caught as I unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, took hold of his hot, solid erection and dipped my head to meet the involuntary thrust of his hips.

  He growled as I licked and teased the head of his cock, hooking a finger through the O ring on my new collar to encourage me to take him deeper. I met his eyes while I sucked, bathing in the glow of his heated attention upon me. Even the powerful lust in his expression couldn’t stop the same love I felt for him from being reflected in his expression.

  My Sir. Mine.

  I claimed him with my mouth inch by inch, nothing mattering to me more than giving him the pleasure he craved. A lock of my hair fell forward into my face; he brushed it back before I could, tucking it almost tenderly behind my ear.

  His thigh muscles shifted and tensed as he grew closer to the edge, and I knew I almost had him. More than anything right now, I needed to serve him.

  Callum groaned and pulled my head up, withdrawing his cock from my mouth, and I couldn’t help but scowl as he lifted me up into his lap, the prize of his climax snatched away from me.

  He laughed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Little Miss Badass just came out to play.”

  I tried to contain my frustration as he slipped his fingers between my legs. His touch made me realise I was wetter than I’d thought, and that as much as the friction turned me on even more.

  Callum rubbed his cock against my entrance, teased my clit before returning and dipping in a little way. Tantalised by the promise of him deep within me, I lowered my weight into his lap, taking him in as he watched me.

  Once he was buried all the way inside me, he tugged on my collar, his focus still clear despite the need in his expression. “Let me in.” He tapped my forehead. “Here, I mean.”

  “Are you mine, Sir?” I moved slowly, tightening my inner muscles around his cock as I rose up off his thighs.

  He dug his fingers into my hips as though fighting the urge to slam me back down again.

  Before he could speak, I touched my new collar. “This says I’m yours. You’ve claimed me. You have me.”

  Understanding dawned on his gorgeous, stubbled face.

  “How can I claim you, Sir?”

  He claimed my lips in a slow kiss, guiding me back down into his lap. While I bit back a whimper at how good he felt, he gazed at me again. “You saying you want to tie me up?”

  I blinked at him. The idea was almost blasphemous; that wasn’t how things were supposed to work for me and Callum. “No! But…can I mark you, Sir?”

  Heat surged between us at the suggestion, and he growled softly, drawing his short nails down my back and surprising la
ughter from me.

  “Not today. I still have one more shirtless scene to film in a couple of days, and I’m not giving the makeup department extra work.”

  Disappointing as that was, I could see the sense in waiting and nodded. “But then?”

  “Hands and teeth only,” Callum clarified. “I’m not letting you loose on me with my toy bag, little miss.”

  I feigned a pout, then squealed as he spilled me from his lap into the sea of packing chips on the rug. “Sir!”

  “Stay where you are.” He got up and began to strip off his clothing.

  I laid my head back, enjoying the show and grinning as a piece of polystyrene crunched under the weight of my skull. The collar had warmed to my body temperature, but I could still feel its comforting presence around my neck.

  A second later, Callum grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up. “Put your feet on my chest, little miss.”

  I placed each one on one of his pecs, wiggling my toes a little to tease his nipples. He gave my thigh a light slap in reprimand. “Together.”

  Obediently, I put my ankles together, and Callum brought his belt into view. Before I could worry too much about what he planned for it, he bound my ankles with the leather strip and smiled down at me. “Now take hold of this. Both hands. And don’t let go.”

  I took the long end of the belt he offered in both hands, sensing there was about to be a third order. I was right.

  “Bend and spread your knees and keep your elbows on the floor.”

  I complied slowly, thinking about where each body part was as I got into the position he required of me. My legs were folded over my torso, exposing everything intimate to his gaze, and so long as I held the belt and kept my shoulders, forearms and elbows pressed against the rug, I was secured by a combination of the belt and his will.

  “Comfortable?” he asked.

  I parted my knees wider to get a better look at him. “Not particularly, Sir.”

  “You’ll forget about that in a moment,” he promised, and spanked the backs of my thighs, which he could access easily in my current position.

  After my first gasp of surprise, I relaxed into the spanking as much as I could while holding myself in place, watching Callum’s face as he concentrated on the areas he was slapping. My skin tingled, and I knew it must be blushing pinker with every spank.

  “I don’t think I’m doing this hard enough.” Callum took a moment to rub the sting into my flesh, then moved his fingers over my wet folds to massage my clit. “You seem way too interested in what’s going on, like you can’t even really feel it, little miss.”

  I wriggled my ass, silently inviting him to bring it on. He dealt a swift, light spank to my sensitive pussy, and I half yelped at the shockwave of pleasure and pain that rippled out from the area.

  “Hmmm… A little better.”

  Without warning, he bent and buried his face in my pussy, licking firmly before sucking my clit into his mouth for a second. I moaned, my eyes falling shut as I tried to press up against his lips, but Callum sat up again, licking his lips and dealing another hard volley of spanks across my thighs.

  “Let me hear you,” he ordered, and slapped my clit three times, hard and fast.

  I couldn’t have held in my cries if I’d tried, unsure if I was hurting or on the verge of coming.

  “Please, Sir!”

  He reached between my thighs to my breasts, rolling and squeezing each nipple before slapping it. “What, little miss?”

  “Please take me!”

  I moaned when he pressed the head of his cock against my entrance, knowing the angle would be deliciously punishing when he began to move. He eased an inch or two into me, no farther. Though he continued his spanks of my thighs and breasts, I could tell he wanted nothing more than to penetrate me to the hilt and pound me into the floor.

  He dealt two more sharp, stinging spanks to each of my thighs, smiling at my whimpers and the pleading look I must have been giving him.

  “Are you ready for me to take what’s mine?”

  I nodded vigorously, too breathless to answer, trying not to rock against his partial penetration.

  Callum leaned over me, pushing my bound ankles so that they were practically on the floor over my head, and used the angle to spank my ass, which had been mostly resting against the rug until now. I gasped as he slammed into my soaked pussy on the final slap, thankful that I was flexible enough to take what he gave without too much difficulty.

  “Colour, little miss?”

  I almost cussed him out in my desperation. “What colour is ‘fuck me hard’, Sir?”

  He wanted to make me beg some more, I could see it…but his libido won out. I cried out with wordless gratitude as he pulled back and drove back in again, hitting my G-spot and then gliding so deep into me that I wasn’t sure I could take it.

  I was begging for release within twenty seconds, clinging for dear life to the leather strip he’d ordered me to hold onto, helpless to influence the way he was pounding me while my centre of gravity was so far off-balance. All I could do was take what he gave—every spine-tingling, almost-too-intense thrust.

  “Look at me, little miss.”

  I had to open my eyes? It seemed a gargantuan task; they were squeezed so tightly shut. It took everything I had to manage it, and another second to focus on him.

  “Tell me who you belong to.”

  “You, Sir,” I gasped out, the truth of it resonating through my body with every stroke of his cock.

  “D’you wanna come?”

  If I’d been any less frantic to do just that, I might have given him a sarcastic look and asked him what had given it away. As it was, I’d had all the badass fucked right out of me.

  “Yes, Sir. Can I?”

  “Ask nicely, little miss.”

  I struggled to remember how to do that. Another couple of smarting spanks to the backs of my thighs jogged my memory.

  “Oh, please, my Sir, let me come—”

  “Watch me while you do it. Now,” he commanded through gritted teeth, as though he was barely holding onto control.

  It only took a couple more thrusts for me to detonate, practically yelling with the intensity of it. I could barely focus on Callum, on the growled groan he made as he ground his hips against me, but somehow I managed to keep my eyes open until he spanked my clit again, sending me into a second spectacular orgasm.

  The next thing I knew, Callum had somehow freed me from the belt’s restraint—I didn’t even remember letting go of it—and was massaging my legs, coaxing them down so the soles of my feet rested against the floor.

  “Atta girl,” I dimly heard him murmur, and smiled, reaching for him.

  As soon as he was sure my legs were free from cramp, he stretched out beside me, his breathing still as laboured as mine. I wrapped myself around him and nuzzled his throat, still coming down from the high of the short scene.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Believe me when I say, little miss—any-fucking-time.” He stroked my hair, then made a soft, amused noise. Raising my head from his chest, I saw him pull a piece of packing foam from my sex-tousled hair. Somehow, I doubted it was the only bit that had gotten tangled up in it.

  “You know, you made my fantasy a million times better, Sir. All I wanted was to trash the room to find something. I would have been happy with a candy bar. But I got a collar and kinky sex out of it, instead.”

  “Don’t worry. There’s a candy bar in the car.”

  I gave him a look of pure appreciation. “And this is why I let you collar me, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Three days later…

  I was kneeling in the hallway when Callum walked in, naked but for my collar, exactly as he’d specified. I’d only been home for twenty minutes, but I’d spent ten of them in this position, knowing from his text message that he was almost home.

  He dropped his keys on the table and shed his jacket and shoes, the same as he would have if I hadn’t been there, before
laying a hand on the top of my head. “On your feet, little miss.”

  I got up with a smile at the simple acknowledgment. “Good day, Sir?”

  “Long day,” he confessed, and drew me into his arms. “But it’s over now.”

  I snuggled into his embrace. “Any more shirtless scenes?”

  “Not in this movie.” He drew back, a knowing look on his face. “You still want to claim me?”

  “If you’re not too tired, Sir.” I was genuinely concerned that he’d had a rough day.

  Callum kissed me briefly. “I could use a little fun right now. Bedroom.”

  He slapped my ass as I turned to follow his command, and I laughed and danced out of his reach. I got halfway up the stairs before he called after me. “Crawl the rest of the way.”

  I’d been half-expecting it. Over the past year of submitting to Callum, I’d made my peace with the fact that I didn’t enjoy crawling all that much. It wasn’t a limit for me, so I’d do it because it made him happy.

  With his appreciative gaze on my ass, I crawled the rest of the way up the stairs and into our bedroom. Once there, I knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and waited.

  Callum entered the bedroom shirtless and already unfastening his belt. He pulled it slowly from the loops, obviously enjoying the goosebumps that rose on my skin and the way my nipples hardened at the sensual hissing noise the leather made against the fabric.

  “Stand.”

  I got to my feet, then caught my breath when he looped the belt around the small of my back to draw my body against his. He was already hard, and I yearned to strip off his pants and spend a while tormenting his cock with my tongue.

  Callum kissed me, the kind of slow, lingering stroke of his lips over mine that sparked all my nerve endings and sent my brain halfway to mush. I rubbed my clit over his erection, exploring his lean, toned chest with my palms. No matter how long I’d been with him, how many times I’d mapped this same territory, it never got old.

  Callum used the belt to pull me down with him onto the bed, stopping me with a hand between my breasts when I made as if to straddle him. “This is your night, little miss. But I have rules.”