by Amy Valenti
I had to be in her. God knew how I was going to get through long scenes with this woman, because I could hardly contain the need to claim her after only a few minutes of teasing her. Withdrawing my fingers from her cunt, I undid my jeans. “Help me get these off, little miss, so I can fuck you the way you need me to.”
Kat got up so I could raise my hips to work down my pants and underwear and I sighed my relief as my cock sprang free of its constraint. She pulled the clothing off me entirely, then stroked my cock mischievously for a couple of seconds, purring as though the feel of me in her hand excited her. “Is that okay, Sir?” She looked up with a grin.
“Get back here, my teasing little miss…” I pulled her back into my lap, took hold of cock and rubbed it over her clit, bringing her attention back to her own arousal. “You want me inside you?”
She nodded. “I need it, Sir.”
Her voice was breathy, her eyes held a plea and I couldn’t resist any longer. I pressed against her opening and encouraged her down onto me, watching her expression as the sensation of penetrating her overwhelmed everything else for an instant.
She was so tight that for a moment, I thought I’d come before I’d even had a chance to get her off, but I held her still, buried deep inside her, until the urge passed.
“Ride me, little miss.”
Kat nodded, and I gathered her ample breasts in my hands as she began to move up my cock. “Do what feels good for you,” I ordered, then drew one of her nipples between my teeth and bit down lightly.
She whimpered and started to move rhythmically, her cunt clenching around my cock irresistibly as she worked her way up and down in a steady rhythm. I bucked up against her, seeking her G-spot, but from this angle she had most of the control over where I could hit. It was up to her to pleasure herself—though I could certainly help out with a little pain.
She gave a beautiful cry when I bit her other nipple, taking me harder and faster as her desire surged. Drawing back to watch the way her breasts bounced and her body swayed, I continued tormenting her nipples with pinches that made her whimper encouragement. “Yes…oh, God, yes…”
“You close?” It was almost a rhetorical question; I knew the answer as well as she did. Her body was coiled for release, her movements jerky and urgent, and I wasn’t far behind.
“Yeah,” she gasped, opening her eyes to look at me. “I just need…”
She might not have been confident enough to voice her plea, but I was more than willing to accommodate her wishes. As she bounced on my cock, I pinched both of her nipples simultaneously and watched her lose control, her rhythm faltering, her breath stalling, her lips parting. She leaned hard into my hands as her cunt squeezed me tightly, and I gritted my teeth, trying not to grab her hips and buck up into her until she’d started to come down from the orgasm.
She swayed, her arms going around my neck, and rested her head on my shoulder, whispering, “Oh my God…”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Her aftershocks rippled through her cunt and I fucked her hard, using desperate strength to lift her up my cock and slam her back down. It only took three thrusts for me to come hard, growling my release as I wrapped my arms tightly around Kat’s waist and held tightly. “Oh, fuck…”
She gave a tiny, breathless giggle and kissed my neck. Possessiveness swept through me in an irrational post-coital wave. Saying it would probably have terrified her, so I confined the thought to my mind. Mine. You are all fucking mine.
The scene had been practically vanilla, but it was a huge step forward for Kat. The rest would come with time, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter Nine
Kat
There was a whole new dynamic between Callum and me at work. Whenever he asked me to do something for him and I completed the task, he thanked me with a murmured, “Good girl,” that told me I’d be rewarded later. It made reminding him of interview spots and appointments slightly more awkward, since I was reminding him of things he hated, but at lunchtime, on our way back from an interview with a local paper, he kissed my forehead and thanked me for keeping him on schedule.
I kind of hated how much his praise made me glow inside. We took an hour’s break while the other actors were filming a scene Callum didn’t have a part in, and when we got back to the trailer I tried to slip away for some time alone. “Sir”—it was easy enough to call him that at work, since he was my boss—”I think I’m gonna go for a walk.”
His gaze sharpened, and he crooked a finger before heading into the trailer. “Inside.”
I considered ignoring him, but I was getting paid to be his assistant and I couldn’t slack off that part of my duties. I sighed and mounted the couple of steps to the trailer, pulling the door closed after me.
“Kneel, little miss.”
I hesitated, and my expression must have been mutinous because he raised an eyebrow. “Or should that be ‘Little Miss Badass’?”
I reminded myself that he hadn’t done anything to deserve the way I was acting and reluctantly sank to my knees where I was—about four feet from where he was sitting.
Callum beckoned. “Crawl to me.”
I wanted to hate it. I wanted to feel as though he were humiliating me, and be outraged by his audacity. But as I crawled the short distance to kneel at his feet, my pussy heated and I knew he could tell. “Goddamn it,” I muttered, coming to a stop between his legs and getting back into position.
Callum tilted up my chin to look into my face. “Out with it.”
“I don’t like it.” Even as I spoke, I knew it was a lie. “Being treated like your dog.”
He rested his elbow on his knee and propped his chin on his hand, looking down at me. “Do you really think I’d do the kinds of things I have in mind for you to a dog? The things we’ve already done?”
I gritted my teeth and rephrased. It still didn’t come out right. “I’m not your good girl.”
He examined me, cocking his head slightly to one side. “You don’t want to be acknowledged for following my orders? To be appreciated?”
“That’s not it.” Fine, fine, if he needed me to spell it out, I’d spell it out. “I hate that when you tell me I’m a good girl, I love it. It feels like I need your validation, and I don’t want to need it. I don’t want to care so much.”
Callum took me by the hair and pulled until I rose off my heels with a gasp. Then he kissed me, his mouth forceful and possessive. I swayed in his grip, unable to resist kissing him back. It already felt like too long since the orgasm he’d given me before we’d left for work this morning.
When he broke off, he released my hair so abruptly that I fell back onto my heels, just managing to catch myself with one hand before I ended up face-first in his lap. Sitting back unsteadily, my lips tingling and my skin singing with the need to be touched, I braved a look up at him.
“You’re submissive, and your serving my needs gives us both satisfaction. You need to deal with that. I can’t control what you enjoy, little miss. I can’t dictate what makes your heart race or your cunt tighten or your nipples harden. I just play with what I have. Nothing more.” He leaned forward, stroked my cheek tenderly. “And this morning, you’ve been a very good girl, up until just now. I couldn’t have asked for a more attentive submissive.”
“I don’t understand how I can enjoy this. It’s not the way things are supposed to be,” I admitted, nuzzling into his hand.
Callum sighed. “I know. Women these days are expected to be self-reliant and not need a man’s approval to be happy. But you just said it yourself. Pleasing me makes you happy.”
I nodded. “But after what he did to me, how can I still find this…”
“Satisfying?” he guessed, when I stopped speaking.
“And hot,” I admitted, revelling in the shame of it. “To be made to crawl on my knees toward you. To know that you could ask me to do any number of filthy things. It gets me hot.”
He shifted in his seat, adjusting his jeans. “That so, little miss?”
Part of me was tempted, to see if he’d grab my hair and force my head down if I refused, but I already knew he wouldn’t. He didn’t know that it would turn me on, but he did know I had a past abuser and of course he’d want to be careful. Heck, I didn’t even know if I’d freak out if one day I dared him to make me.
“No, Sir. I’d ask you whether you wanted me to start now.”
He undid his pants and guided me closer with a firm touch. “Oh, yeah, little miss. I want you to start right now.”
I obediently took his hard cock in my mouth and flicked my tongue against the vein on the underside of it. He let out a low, sexy curse and rested a hand on top of my head, urging me to go down, take him deeper.
“That’s it, little miss. Make me come.”
I bent myself to the challenge with a will, sucking and licking, even nibbling the head of his cock until he sharply tugged my hair. “Less of that.”
“Sorry, Sir.” Sort of. I returned to the task, looking up into his face to gauge his reactions as I worked his shaft with one hand and concentrated on the sensitive nerves under the head with my tongue.
He groaned when I took as much of him as I could in my mouth and sucked rhythmically, cupping and squeezing his balls. “You’re driving me crazy, little miss. I don’t know how I’m gonna survive the rest of the time we’re working together. Every time you follow one of my orders I want to push you up against the wall and fuck you.”
I moaned encouragement, squirming, seeking stimulation of my own while I sucked his cock.
“You’re my damn submissive whether you like it or not, little miss, and I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth…”
I sucked him harder, humming to send vibrations through his steel-hard dick, and he cursed, spilling his load into my mouth in several hard spurts. I swallowed as quickly as I could, trying to ensure I didn’t let any of his cum escape to stain his jeans. That’d be a dead giveaway that I was more than just an assistant.
When I looked up at Callum again, cleaning his cock with my tongue, I could have come myself—he was leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed and lips parted, out of breath and so sexy I wished I had a camera to capture the moment.
He recovered as I released his cock and sat back, wiping my mouth. “Whether you want to hear it or not, little miss, you are a very good girl.”
I smiled slightly. “I’ll work on being okay with loving that, Sir.”
Callum tucked his cock away, then pulled me up onto his lap. “I think we still need to discuss your trying to get away from your Dom, don’t you?”
I bit my lip, sensing I was in hot water. How deep, I wasn’t yet sure. “If that’s what you want, Sir.”
He cupped my pussy through my jeans. “If you’re not enjoying yourself around me, I should really change that. How do you suggest I do that?” Lightly scratching the bulky seam of denim that ran between my legs, he sent vibrations through my already saturated pussy.
“I’m sure you have a way in mind already, Sir.” I pushed against his fingers, my breath catching.
“How perceptive of you.” He moved his grip to my breasts, pushing up my shirt and dipping beneath my bra cups to roll both of my nipples between his fingers. I trembled, remembering the devious, delicious pinches he’d delivered to them the night before and the way my clit had responded almost as though he’d touched it.
“Sir, I want…”
“This?” He squeezed hard, and I cried out at the waves of welcome pain that swamped my senses. “You need to be quieter, little miss. Otherwise everyone will know I’m fucking my gorgeous assistant, and I won’t have to be subtle about how much I want you anymore…”
I bit down on my whimpers, squirming on his lap, and he gradually let go of my nipples, leaving them throbbing and sensitive. They’d probably be hard for the rest of the day, and my bra was going to torment me for the entire time. God, I needed to come.
“Do you need to get away from me, little miss? Maybe now would be a good time to go on that walk?”
He was really going to turn that around on me now? I whimpered pitifully and turned to give him a pleading look. “Sir, I need to be closer to you.”
“Hmm.” He rubbed my sore nipples, then pinched them again without warning. I stifled a yelp against my hand, and my pussy gushed. “We’re already pretty close, and I don’t want to overcrowd you, especially when you wanted some time to yourself. I really don’t know why you’re suggesting such a thing.”
“You’re a fucking sadist!” Sassing him came as naturally to me as breathing, but I knew I’d screwed things up for myself when his expression darkened. Uh-oh.
Callum released me completely and pushed me up onto my feet, where I swayed, my breasts exposed and my cunt on fire. “I really do like the way you look when you’re desperate to come. Maybe I should leave you like this for the rest of the day, so I can enjoy the view?”
I dropped to my knees again. It was the only way I could think of to plead with him for release. “Sir…”
Callum reached forward, and for one hopeful moment I thought he was about to draw me into his lap and fuck me. But he only tugged my bra cups back into place, then rearranged my shirt so that I was completely covered. There was no mistaking the message—this was all I was getting for the rest of the day.
“Come and sit down, and tell me about tomorrow’s schedule. Anything I need to know?” Though his demeanour was completely professional—he was an actor, after all—I didn’t miss the way he had to readjust his cock once again. He was getting off on denying me, and as frustrated as I was, I revelled in the fact that I was serving his will by not orgasming.
Evil bastard. And I loved it.
I gathered my thoughts and picked up the itinerary for the next day, beginning to outline the day’s filming schedule with a voice that shook, but slowly became steadier. Callum nodded as though he was taking it all in, though I was barely aware of what I was saying.
When I was finished, he asked, “Could you head down to the coffee shop on the corner and get me a coffee, please, little miss? And grab one for yourself, too.”
I knew then that he was going to drag out this orgasm denial for the rest of the day. Suppressing the very strong urge to bitch about it, I got to my feet. “Of course, Sir.”
His eyes shone with amusement. “Take your time. I figure you need a break from me every now and then.”
Deep breaths, Kat. Don’t punch the Dom. Do not punch the Dom…
I made my escape from the trailer, muttering curses I’d thought he couldn’t hear until his laughter followed me. Oops. Well, at least one of us is having fun.
Admit it, a part of my brain pointed out. So are you.
I was. Goddamn him, I was.
* * * *
Callum
The rest of the day dragged on with excruciating slowness. Darren’s perfectionism had kicked in, and we were on take twenty-eight by the time we stopped for a break. It was six p.m. and Darren showed no signs of stopping.
I’d slept better last night with Kat in my arms, but I was still weary after my sleeplessness the night before that, and she was subdued, clearly tired and feeling the after-effects of her first scenes. I summoned her over to me as soon as Darren had zeroed in on Jacie to criticise her performance over the past few takes.
Kat followed me into a corner so we could talk without being overheard. It might look weird to my co-stars, but I was past caring at the moment. I needed to check up on her. “How you holding up, little miss?”
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 ne
eded 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.
