by Amy Valenti
The woman who’d hurt him must really have done a number on him. How had she managed to convince a guy like Spencer that he was the bad guy? It just didn’t make sense.
I watched him for a few more minutes before slipping out of his arms and over to the door in the corner I assumed would be the bathroom. I was right. While I tidied my hair so I looked less like I’d stuck my finger in an electrical socket, I analysed my own expression in the mirror. It had been a while since I’d made time for a guy in my life, but I had no regrets or doubts when it came to Spencer—except that maybe he’d sabotage our relationship by trying to protect me from himself.
I’d have to be on the lookout for that.
A few minutes later I slid back into bed with my new lover, with no intention of sleeping. Luckily for me, he was already awake.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alex
There was a gleam in Spencer’s eyes that made me nervous. “What are you planning?”
I’d done my morning warm-ups under his appreciative gaze, and now he inclined his head towards a horizontal bar apparatus. I approached it and reached over my head to put one hand on the cool metal. “You really think I’m strong enough to do pull-ups?”
He grinned, and wow—the effect was stunning. I’d seen him sort of smile before, but never look like this. It was as though his sexily evil twin had come out to play, and I licked my lips, hardly realising what I was doing.
“Other hand on the bar.”
I held on with both hands, and Spencer stepped in front of me. Without any warning, he tugged down my tight workout pants and rolled them all the way to the floor—my panties, sneakers and socks came off, too.
“Spencer!” I gaped at him. “Aren’t we supposed to be working, here?”
“We are.” He took hold of my hips, focusing my attention on him rather than the pulse pounding through my naked pussy. It was like I’d never get enough of him.
“Then why am I half naked?”
“Hmm.” He analysed me for a moment, then pulled my arms down from the bar and took off my sports bra before I could protest. “Now you don’t have to worry about that.”
I gave up as he placed my hands back on the horizontal bar. I couldn’t deny I was intrigued about what he had planned.
He stepped back half a pace. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna pull yourself up as much as you can, and I’m gonna lick that pretty little cunt of yours. If you let yourself down, I stop until you get back into position. We clear?”
I stared into his eyes and wondered how the hell he’d come up with that idea. Don’t get me wrong, it was sexy as hell, but I’d never done anything like it with anyone before.
I kind of loved that.
“We’re clear,” I confirmed softly.
Spencer leaned in and kissed me briefly. “Ready when you are.”
I pulled down on the bar, testing its stability. It didn’t budge. “Okay,” I murmured, as much to myself as to him. “Here we go.”
I raised myself by the power of my arms alone, getting just high enough that my hips reached Spencer’s midsection. There was no way I could hoist myself much higher, surely? But then he lowered his head, bent his knees slightly, and put his hands under my ass—not enough to take my whole weight, but enough that he could coax my legs open and lick my wet pussy.
My arms trembled and I moaned, desperate to keep him there. “Oh, my God, this is the best and worst idea ever…”
He chuckled, a low rumble that sent vibrations through my skin as he licked my pussy languorously, hitting my clit for a split second at a time, then shying away again every time I gasped. I held myself up for as long as I could, but then started to slip, my strength waning.
“I’m gonna fall!”
He helped me lower myself gently so that my feet touched the mat. I whimpered, looking up into his face imploringly as my arms and pussy ached—one with exertion, the other with need. “Please don’t stop…”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m waiting to carry on where I left off. You just have to do your part.”
I rotated my shoulders, swung my arms for a second, then hoisted myself again with a grunt of effort.
True to his word, Spencer got straight back to it, this time not teasing me—going straight for my clit with deft licks that made me squeeze my eyes shut. My arms ached as my arousal built, and I shook in place before letting myself down. “No!”
He cupped my breasts in his hands, teased the nipples with thorough attention, and took my mouth hungrily. I longed to stroke my hand over the front of his pants, feel how hard he was for me, but I was too busy resting my arms for round three.
“More,” he whispered against my lips, and stepped back.
“I hate you,” I complained, raising myself up again.
He caught me and guided my legs over his shoulders, taking some of my weight, giving me a break. His breath was hot against my inner thighs, my pussy tightening at the nearness of his lips.
“God, please don’t stop!” I kept myself as steady as I could, pleading with both my voice and my gaze.
He dove right back in, giving my clit short, sharp bursts of suction that had me halfway to unravelling. I moaned and held onto the bar tightly, grateful for the support he was giving me. I could last longer now, and I was so close to falling apart…
The climax was frustratingly slow to crest, leaving me gasping on the edge, clutching the bar and praying I’d have the strength to carry on until I tipped over the edge. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—”
He thrust his tongue inside me, returned it to my clit a moment later, sucked again, and I fell apart with a grateful cry, trying not to crush Spencer’s head between my thighs as I lost it. “Oh, fuck… Oh, my fucking God…”
I was hanging by my fingertips now, Spencer supporting most of my weight as the orgasm swelled and ebbed inside me. He raised his head from my pussy with a slow smile, watching me shudder into the afterglow with an intensity that would have made me self-conscious if I hadn’t been so undone. “Atta girl,” he said softly. “Just hold on a second more so I can put you down.”
I tensed my arms again, gritting my teeth.
He disentangled my legs from around his neck and gripped my waist, helping me back down to the ground. I flopped against him shakily, revelling in his body’s firmness against my sudden weakness.
“Did that actually do my arms any good, or are we just working on my Kegels today?”
Spencer helped me down onto the mat, where I ended up in his lap. “I think we can do both at the same time. Doubt it’ll catch on as something I can bring out a DVD for, though.”
“I dunno—I think we could make a killing in the fitness video market.” I kissed him, trying not to smile as he returned it hungrily. His erection pressed against the back of one of my thighs where I was sitting in his lap, and I wriggled just enough to tempt him. “Give me a few minutes and we could try again with my legs around your waist.”
He tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back, the pain startling me, then surging in a rush of pleasure to my pussy. As he nipped and kissed at my neck, I squirmed against his hard-on, already feeling my need resurface. He just felt so damn good…
I busied myself stripping him off, revealing his muscular chest, then kissing down his abs before making my way back up again. His groan of frustration made me giggle. “Help me get you out of these pants and I’ll stop teasing.”
It took a matter of seconds to get him just as naked as I was, and with a growl he pulled me down onto his hard-on, pressing deep inside me. I rocked against him, rubbing my nipples against the firm planes of his chest, and he gripped my hips tightly. “Hold on.”
I clutched his shoulders, unsure exactly what was coming, then squeaked as he somehow managed to rise from sitting on the floor to standing, without dislodging himself from inside me. “You’re so strong.”
“Like it?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
“Oh, fuck, ye
s.”
His lips met mine in a hard, desperate kiss as he took one of my hands, guiding it back to the bar above me. I took hold with the other hand, too, and used the bar for balance while my thighs gripped his waist.
“I’m staying still,” he told me. “You want to fuck yourself on my cock? You gotta use your arms to get leverage.”
He was a cruel, sadistic, sexy, amazing bastard, and I wanted him so much. Pulling my weight off his cock, I rose up so that only the tip of him was still inside me. Then I lowered myself again as slowly as I could, teasing us both. “You know my arms are gonna give out long before I’m done fucking you?”
He growled, hands lightly cradling my ass. “Your mouth is just as dirty as mine. I fucking love that.”
“Fuck, yeah.” I groaned and met his brief, searing kiss.
I upped the pace, hoisting and lowering myself as Spencer lost the battle not to move and met my thrusts with his. Between us, my arms were getting a workout and we were keeping up a good pace with the sex too. He gripped my hips as I began to lose strength in my arms, driving me down all the way onto his cock. “Arms around my neck.”
Relieved, I transferred my weight from the bar to him, sighing against his neck as my arms ached with relief. “I like your kind of exercise.”
He carried me the few feet to the wall and slammed me up against it, knocking the breath from my lungs and his cock even deeper inside me. “Oh!”
“Too hard?” he asked, keeping me pressed against the wall even as he withdrew his cock almost all the way.
“Feels good; don’t stop,” I gasped out, and he surged into me again, making me moan.
He took me hard against the wall, letting my arms rest, doing all the work. I tried to meet him halfway but he shook his head. “Don’t overdo it or you’ll tear your muscles. Let me.”
I held on to his shoulders and did as he’d commanded, loving how helpless I felt, how in control he was. Like I weighed nothing and all that mattered to him was bringing us both pleasure.
I’d already come once, but the way he was taking me sent me higher and higher, spiralling towards the edge of reason again. I shuddered against him, arching my back, and he nipped one of my breasts between his teeth, sending a brief flare of pain down to join the molten pleasure between my legs. I lost it, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as my internal muscles clenched and released over and over, a deluge of satisfaction sluicing over my body as I gasped his name.
Spencer cursed something unintelligible against my shoulder and thrust into me hard, grinding his hips against mine as he found his own release. I kissed his temple, and he slowly lowered me so that my feet touched the ground once more.
I kept going, sliding to the floor and pulling him with me. We curled up together with our backs against the wall, panting for breath, trying to come to terms with what had just happened.
“I’ve never done anything like that before,” I murmured.
He drew me closer, shifting my ass into his lap. “That a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Oh, it’s very good. Very, very good.” I shivered with the memory of his lips on my clit. “Got any more ideas like that to help my fitness?”
Spencer laughed softly. “I can try to come up with a few things. But for now you need a break.”
“Like you don’t?” I teased him.
“I could put you on the weights and bench press you right now,” he teased right back.
I didn’t doubt it. “But you’d be tired.”
“You got me there.”
* * * *
Alex
I let myself into the house I shared with my best friend, Tobias, and tried not to look like I was in the end stages of my walk of shame. It didn’t work.
“You stayed out all afternoon, all evening, all night and all morning, and now you have guilty tiptoeing face. Get in here and tell me about it, girlfriend!”
“How can I have a tiptoeing face? And you can’t even see me right now.”
“I dunno, but you’re managing it. And I don’t need to see you. Your desperate attempt to shut the door quietly is enough to incriminate you.”
I grinned and veered into the kitchen, where Tobias was sitting with his feet up on the table, reading something on his tablet. Walking past him, I set coffee on to perk. “Would you believe me if I said I had a very long personal training session?”
Tobias smirked. “Ooooh, someone’s been naughty…”
I hoped I wasn’t blushing as my mind flashed back to the way Spencer had given me my unique workout earlier. “A little bit.”
He set down the tablet and gave me his full attention. “Spill.”
Over coffee, and without giving too many intimate details, I told him about Spencer. It was strange to think that a few days ago he’d just been a name on a piece of paper Callum had given me. Now he was the number one trending topic on my twittering mind, and I didn’t even know that much about him, really. Except for the physical stuff, of course. I was hoping to change that soon, if he’d even let me.
“It’s weird,” I told Tobias. “I’ve never met a guy who can command my attention like he can. It’s like he has this presence that makes me hyperaware of him. None of the men I’ve been with have ever had that. Have yours?”
Tobias shrugged. “I’ve not been with that many men. I hooked up with the Devil pretty soon after I came out to myself, and you know how long I was with him.”
I made a face. ‘The Devil’ was how Tobias referred to the man he would have married, if it had been legal at the time.
“But I did have a one-night thing with one guy like that, and he was pretty damn amazing.”
“You didn’t want to see him again?” I asked, glad to turn my attention to someone else’s life for a while.
“He made it pretty clear it was a one-night hook-up. But he tied me to the bed. That was fun.” Tobias shot me an assessing look. “Ever done any of that bondage stuff?”
“Not really. I tried those stupid fluffy handcuff things and the link between the cuffs broke, so it wasn’t all that fun.” I shrugged.
“Try it with proper cuffs. Leather ones with buckles. You can get them on the Internet. They’re awesome.” He stood up and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Anyway, go take a shower and get some chill-out time. Haven’t you got that red carpet thing later?”
I blinked, panic seizing me, and grabbed my phone. A quick check of my calendar had me scowling up at him. “No, that’s next week. God, you gave me a heart attack!”
“Sorry! Gotta go pick the kiddo up from school, but talk later?”
“Yup.” Tobias had a kid with ‘the Devil’ and they shared custody for his sake, though it hadn’t been an amicable break-up. It was his turn to pick Matthew up.
Alone in the kitchen, I looked around me. Everyday, normal things in my usual environment seemed boring and unremarkable. When I was around Spencer, my experience was completely different.
We were meeting later tonight, having a meal together, getting to know each other better. I hoped we were as compatible as Callum said we were. And I so wasn’t thinking about the bondage stuff right now. That could wait until the initial sexy excitement of being with him wore off. I wasn’t the type to ask for that stuff straight off the bat—why fix something that wasn’t broken?
CHAPTER FIVE
Spencer
I was kicking myself for getting creative with Alex in our training session this morning. It wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed myself. Watching her strain to take her weight for longer while I’d licked and sucked on her clit had been the most incredible experience I’d had in a long while.
I was just starting to remember how much I loved being in control. Setting challenges for my subs. Pushing their limits, getting them to last just a little longer to please me, and rewarding them with orgasms.
It was like a relapse. I’d coped okay with the sex part, but the exercise this morning had been a bad, bad idea.
Alex had been so d
etermined to please me, to gain the rewards of my tongue and my cock, and she’d obeyed every order I’d given instantly. I hoped like hell she didn’t recognise the power dynamic for what it was, because if she started asking for it, I was gonna have a huge problem on my hands.
At least I hadn’t had to hide my arousal from her today. If anything, it had been a motivating factor in her training.
Training. That was a word that could be used in two ways. As a personal trainer, I gave that service to many people, most of them guys, most of them people I’d never want to train in the other sense of the word. But Alex was a wholly different matter. I wanted to see her on her knees. Watch her fall into a position I’d trained her to use in my presence. Pull her corset so tight that she gasped before I laced it before a fetish event.
What would it be like, walking into Scene One with a sub on my arm again? I doubted many people would be surprised. They all seemed to think I was just taking a hiatus from the BDSM lifestyle, that I’d go back to it one day.
Let them see what happened when they got out of control and broke a submissive’s trust. Then let them hear that they’d get over it eventually. They wouldn’t be so quick to say it after that.
Kristin. I took her picture from my bedside drawer and stared at it. She’d booked a boudoir photography session with a mutual friend for my birthday, and he’d taken a whole range of shots of her in her underwear, heels and collar—here draped over a piece of fetish furniture, smiling seductively over her shoulder…there on her knees, looking up at the camera the way she always used to look at me.
This picture was the only one I’d been unable to throw away after all this time. It had always been my favourite of the collection. In it, she was in one of the classic slave positions—forehead to the floor, her arms stretched out over her head, her knees tucked under her. The curve of her spine into her ass had been something I’d always emphasised that I loved about Kristin, and she’d known it when she’d asked for the shot.
