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

by Amy Valenti

  “Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “It… I just flashed back to something. There was a time when I had trouble sitting after…”

  I nodded, reassuring her that she didn’t have to complete the sentence. “I’ll never make you go through that kind of hurt. I promise.”

  She nodded. “I know. It was stupid of me to freak out.”

  I passed her the glass of water from the nightstand and she drank, colour returning to her face. When she’d finished, I asked, “Do you want to carry on?”

  “Yes,” she said without hesitation.

  “Blindfold on, or off?”

  “On. Please, Sir.”

  I tied the scarf around her head again, checked its placement, then kissed her nose. “Don’t be afraid to safeword again if you need it.”

  She nodded, straightened her spine and waited for me to continue. I took a couple of seconds to run through what I was about to ask of her, looking for potential issues, but there was only so much I could predict. I’d have to trust Kat to communicate with me for the rest.

  “Stand up and get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

  Kat smiled, then wobbled to her feet, making a face at how unstable she was from sitting in position for so long. My cock jumped at the sight of the clear fluid coating her inner thighs. She was already so ready for me to fuck her, and it would be so easy to toss away the rest of the scene and just sink into her tight depths…

  Easy, boy.

  I helped her into the required position; her blindfold made her clumsy. As she settled into place, I admired her beautiful ass and the hint of her cunt that peeked from between her legs. “Spread your legs a little wider.”

  She did, and I reached down in between her thighs to stroke my fingers through her slick folds. That really didn’t help my self-control. I couldn’t help but circle her clit a couple of times until she moaned and tilted her hips back, encouraging me to get into position and thrust into her from behind.

  God, once I actually got inside her I was going to last all of thirty seconds.

  Withdrawing and squeezing the base of my cock to calm myself, I said, “I know you want to be fucked, little miss, but I haven’t had my fun yet. I thought you wanted to have a full scene?”

  She muttered something unintelligible that I was willing to bet was a curse.

  I slapped her ass just sharply enough to make her gasp. “What was that, little miss? I didn’t quite catch it.”

  She wriggled delightfully and spoke up. “I said, please continue, Sir.”

  Sure she did. I rolled my eyes, amused, and went to grab the bags Spencer had lent me. I’d hidden them in the hall cupboard, warning Kat that they were there so she wouldn’t investigate and find anything that could trigger a panic attack.

  I’d brought a few things back from LA with me, but some things were hard to explain during hand luggage searches. A pinwheel would have been confiscated by airport security, for example. From the combined stash of my stuff and Spencer’s, I drew out some equipment and walked back to her. She waited, quietly but probably not all that patiently.

  “How’s the blindfold, little miss?” I’d been tempted to add ear plugs to the mix, but she needed to hear my voice as a reminder of who I was, at least for the first few times we played properly.

  “Still comfy, Sir.” She didn’t sound in any discomfort.

  I ran my fingers down her spine and between the cheeks of her ass. She tensed up as I brushed a fingertip over her sphincter, and I smiled. “Want me to play here?”

  She’d already green-lit anal play in her list, so I was reasonably sure of the answer.

  Now that she was accustomed to the teasing and stroking, she’d relaxed again, pushing subtly back against my fingers. “Yes please, Sir.”

  It was amazing how polite and respectful she became when I was about to do something she wanted. Briefly I pondered doing something else entirely, but since we hadn’t done this before, I was feeling indulgent. Slipping two fingers inside her cunt, I grinned at her low grunt of satisfaction and curled my fingers as I pulled them back out, soaked with her juices. There was enough there to lubricate her hole so I could slide one finger partway into her ass, and as I played, the tight muscle began to loosen until I could add a second slick digit.

  She sighed as I finger-fucked her ass steadily, rocking back against my thrusts, and more than anything I wanted to keep going, plunge my cock deep inside her and fuck her until we both fell to the mattress, exhausted but sated. It wasn’t time, though, and instead I pulled out and reached for the butt plug I’d set to one side.

  Kat whimpered at the loss of contact while I spread lube over the plug, then a little more over her hole for good measure. She tensed at the feel of the lube.

  “Problem, little miss?” I asked, curious.

  “I don’t think I can take you yet, Sir,” she confessed. “I need more play before you can…”

  “Good thing I’m planning something completely different, then.” I pressed the end of the plug against her hole and applied pressure steadily. Before I could tell her to push out to let the plug in, she did it of her own accord, gasping as the silicone slipped into place.

  “How does that feel?”

  “Strange,” she said. I couldn’t see her face from here, but I could imagine her slight frown all too well. “I’ve never used one of these before, Sir.”

  It wasn’t a huge plug, but it had probably been challenging for her body to accept it. I cleaned my fingers off before squeezing her ass cheeks with both hands. “You’re doing well,” I told her. “Need to change position for a while?”

  She shifted each arm in turn, rolling her shoulders a little. “I should be okay, Sir.”

  “Slow word if you need it,” I reminded her, then slapped her ass on each cheek without warning.

  She gasped at the sting, then wriggled as the plug shifted inside her, no doubt causing pleasure. “Oh, Sir…” she said breathlessly, as though I’d just held out a jewellery box with a diamond ring inside it.

  Fuck, her reactions were always so raw and honest once we got past her bravado bullshit. She really was more than I could have hoped for, and I loved her so fucking much.

  Without warning her, I ran the pinwheel down one side of her spine, then up the other. Goosebumps rose on her flesh and she gave a visible shiver. “Oooh…”

  “You think you can take more?”

  She nodded vigorously.

  “Are you certain? I don’t know, maybe I should just end this now…” I teased.

  “Sir, if you want me to be a good, quiet submissive, you really gotta stop being a clit-tease,” she pleaded over her shoulder.

  She was too much fun, and I’d barely even begun.

  * * * *

  Kat

  I was trembly and hot, needy and focused only on one thing—pleasing Callum so he would just get me off, already.

  The butt plug was new; I hadn’t tried one before, though I’d had anal sex a few times. I hadn’t been all that keen on the plug until Callum had slapped me, but now, I was in love with it. All I needed was for him to keep hitting me. Maybe doing that thing he’d just done to my back at the same time.

  He pressed a kiss over my tailbone instead, teasing me. “I’ve had a lot of fun with these nipples before now, but they’re a little neglected tonight. Maybe we should do something about that.”

  His naked skin pressed against mine—he was leaning over me, slipping his hands under my body to…

  “Ahh!” I yelped as he pinched hard, then cupped my breasts in his hands to soothe the pain away. His grip was firm, his touch warm, and for a second his hard-on brushed the back of my thigh, making me quiver with need.

  He moved away, leaving me on my hands and knees, with aching breasts and a swollen clit and a plug up my ass. God, it was too hot for me to bear. I’d spent years pretending that I didn’t dream about being treated this way, and now that I was getting what I wanted, I was dying for more.

  Despite the positi
on I was in, somehow Callum was able to bite and suck my nipples one by one, the wet heat of his mouth completely unexpected. I was going to die of sexual frustration before this was over, my pulse pounding through my pussy, demanding friction.

  I swallowed the urge to beg for his touch, then forgot how to speak at all at a hard pinch on one nipple that tightened and didn’t let up, even as Callum moved on to give the other breast the same treatment. Either he’d grown extra hands, or… Clamps? I’d always wondered what they felt like—when I’d actually allowed myself to fantasise, that was.

  “Colour, little miss?”

  I arched my back, testing to see if the pressure of the clamps changed. They didn’t budge—he knew exactly what he was doing. “Green, Sir.” It hurt, and yet it didn’t. The sensation was nothing compared to the pounding of my pulse through my pussy, but it definitely made itself known.

  “Good girl.” He was behind me again now, from the sound of his voice. What was he planning now?

  There was a light draft over my buttocks, and something slapped softly. By the time the falls of the flogger actually hit my ass, one side then the other, much more quickly than I’d expected him to be able to wield it, I was wetter than I had been before. I needed him so much…

  The flogging was just a light brush of the falls for the first couple of strokes, but rapidly got harder until my ass cheeks were warm and tingling. This was nothing like the beating I’d endured in the past. It was rhythmic, measured, and the shifting of the plug within me was wonderful. I pushed my ass back towards Callum in a silent plea, and as though he’d heard me say something aloud, he gave me harder, more intense strokes until I was dreamy with sensation, panting with need.

  Callum stopped and I gave a disappointed whine.

  “No bitching, little miss. I’m switching floggers.”

  Another flogger? What was wrong with that one?

  I found out pretty quickly. This one was made of heavier, colder material and the falls landed with more impact, taking the pain to a whole different place. Not more intense, exactly, but different. I gave a tiny sigh of pleasure and let Callum do his thing, drifting slightly, losing track of how long he’d been doing this, how long the clamps had been on, how long I’d been waiting for fulfilment.

  This time when he stopped, I stayed quiet, hoping for another flogger change. Instead, he came up behind me and massaged my ass with both hands, both provoking and soothing the pain at once.

  “I wish you could see how beautifully red your ass is, little miss. It’s very, very tempting to just stop here and fuck you.”

  “I’d be okay with that, Sir.”

  “Really?” He was amused. “And is that because it hurts too much, or just because you want my cock?”

  The cheeks on my face heated, though not enough to rival the heat in my ass cheeks. “Because I want you, Sir.”

  “Well, let’s see how you react to this first.”

  The mattress dipped to one side of me and I sensed him leaning close. “This is going to hurt. Are you ready?”

  Was this a good thing or a bad thing? “I think so, Sir.”

  He encouraged me to sit back on my heels, which agitated my sore ass a little but didn’t feel too bad. But it was when he cupped my breast in his hand and the clamp shifted that I understood.

  “Remember to breathe,” he said, and took off the clamp.

  The pain was sudden and intense, sweeping through my nipple, concentrating there so that I winced and clutched at my breast instinctively. “Fuck! Did you rip it off, Sir?” Even through my discomfort, my pussy tightened with need.

  “Just one more,” he said, and took off the other one.

  The pain in the first immediately became a pale facsimile of the agony ripping through the second, and I cupped both breasts protectively, gasping and wriggling for stimulation against my clit. “God, that hurts.”

  “But you like it.” The certainty in his voice was totally hot. Was I that obvious?

  “I do, Sir,” I admitted in a whisper.

  He tugged off my blindfold, leaving my hair full of static and my eyes screwing up against the light. My vision came back into focus just as Callum palmed my soaking pussy and squeezed lightly.

  “If you continue to be a good girl for me, I might consider letting you come.” His face, as he leaned in close, was stubbled, rugged and just too sexy for me to process. His kiss was hot and hard, a sure sign that he was almost at the point where he couldn’t keep teasing me for much longer.

  I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck, but when the pain in my nipples subsided enough for me to release my breasts, I linked my fingers behind my back instead. He hadn’t told me I could touch him.

  Callum stood up again. “Seeing your cunt peeking out at me from between your legs made me want to fuck you from behind. Any problem with that, little miss?”

  I immediately got into the required position rather than wasting time answering. The idea of him taking me from behind was almost too hot to bear.

  Callum gave an approving growl and pressed up against my slit. Was there anything better than that pulse-pounding moment when you knew you were about to be penetrated, but not exactly when? Quivering with the suspense of it, I leaned back a little, rubbing my pussy lips over his hard shaft.

  Three hard spanks on each cheek had me gasping, startled, warm pain radiating out from the skin…and oh, God, with the plug already stretching my ass, there was no room for him as well, but he was pushing in anyway. Being filled in both holes was a totally new and almost overwhelming experience, my body stretched tight around the plug and Callum’s rigid, pulsing cock.

  “Oh, I can’t… I can’t…” The words were out before I could censor myself.

  “You know your safewords, little miss. Use them, or take it.”

  His commanding tone made my pussy try to squeeze around him, but I was too full to manage and instead, a ripple of pleasure caught me off guard. “Mmmm… Sorry, Sir. I’ll take it.”

  He withdrew almost all the way, then pushed back in steadily, loosening up my muscles further, making it easier to accommodate him. “You’re doing well, little miss. Just breathe.”

  I pushed my ass back against him, taking him all the way inside me, focusing on the desire bubbling up within. “Sir, please. It’s been hours since you shoved that vibrator between my legs, it must have been—”

  Callum increased the pace of his thrusts even as he slapped the side of my thigh in reprimand. “And it might be hours more before I let you get off if you don’t watch your step…”

  I shut my mouth quickly.

  He was big, but my body was getting more accustomed to him by the second and I rocked back against him every time he thrust, grabbing hold of the bedcovers when my pussy clenched again. The smooth slide of his cock in and out of me built my pleasure a little more each time, until I was half-sobbing with need at the pounding rhythm and the ache within me.

  “Ask nicely, little miss.” Callum’s voice was strained, as though he was holding on by a thread.

  “Please let me come, Sir, please…” I wasn’t sure what I said after that. I don’t even know if I managed to form actual words, but the sentiment got through and Callum gave a low chuckle.

  “Go on, little miss. Show me how it’s done.”

  I’d thought I’d known what my orgasm would feel like, but Callum pulled the plug from my ass just as the spasms of my inner muscles began. I cried out in surprise as he pulled all the way out of my pussy and sank deep into my ass within the space of a second, setting off a whole new chain of orgasmic contractions as he pounded into me hard and fast. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

  I barely even knew where I was when the waves of pleasure faded enough that I could think. I was exhausted but sated, hot and thirsty but completely fulfilled. As Callum pushed hard against me and cursed, his fingers digging into my hips as he found his release, I lay there dreamily, savouring the soreness of my breasts and buttocks and the satisfied glow in my pussy an
d ass.

  Callum pulled out of me slowly, making me whimper at the loss of his cock, and collapsed on the bed beside me as I curled up to enjoy the afterglow.

  “You did so well, little miss.” He brushed a kiss over my forehead. “Give me a second and I’ll get us some water, okay?”

  I wound my arms around him. “No… Stay here, Sir.”

  He held me against him, stroking my back in a slow, rhythmic up-and-down sweep. Now that the adrenaline was fading, I was starting to feel shaky and even slightly freaked out. “I don’t know why I feel so unstable.”

  Callum nuzzled my hair. “Subdrop. Remember?”

  Now that he’d said the word, I did remember reading about it, and things that could be done to combat it. Hugs, blankets, chocolate. All things I loved—but I didn’t want a blanket over me when I was still so overheated, and to get chocolate I’d have to stop hugging Callum, so that was out of the question. I swallowed an inexplicable lump in my throat and burrowed as close to him as I could. “Subdrop sucks.”

  “It’ll be over soon.” He kept stroking my back, soothing me, and after a couple of minutes he reached for a blanket. “Sit up, little miss.”

  Obediently, I struggled upright, his sure touch guiding me. The fuzzy fabric settled around my shoulders and I smiled through the urge to cry, tucking it around me. “Thanks, Sir.”

  He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. “Let me get you some water and something to eat.”

  I thought I could just about take him leaving my side if I had the blanket to keep me warm and enclosed. “Chocolate’s in the cupboard over the toaster,” I said hopefully.

  Callum stood up, unashamed of his nakedness. “Be right back.”

  He was a sight to behold as he walked away from the bed, his tight ass muscles flexing with each step. If I hadn’t just been flogged and spanked and clamped and fucked senseless, I might have been ready to jump him all over again.

  When he came back, the sight that greeted me was even more divine. To my knowledge, he’d never done a nude scene, so at least the whole world had never seen how delicious he looked in all his full-frontal glory.