Not Your Damn Dom (Denial Book 2)

by Amy Valenti

  Instead, he untied the ropes around my wrists and made sure I was steady on my feet before he undid my ankles. Then he lifted me over his shoulder as if he were a fireman rescuing me from a blazing inferno, striding out of the dungeon through an entrance on the opposite side.

  I vaguely wondered what would happen to the equipment he’d used on me, but I was too busy trying to figure out which way was up to think about it for long.

  The room we entered was dimly lit, atmospheric and filled with soft furnishings—chairs and chaise longues and couches. Spencer lifted me down to the floor, then pulled me onto his lap in an armchair.

  “I got you, pretty girl.” He tucked a blanket around me. “Just relax for a while.”

  I didn’t think I could do anything but relax—my bones seemed to have liquefied. “Sir,” I murmured in response, enjoying his nearness, his heartbeat, his breathing. “My Sir.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Spencer

  I only looked away from Alex for long enough to catch the eye of one of the subs who worked here to ask for some water. The rest of the time I gazed down at her face, checking for tears or signs of subdrop.

  Sometimes bad stuff happens in scenes that you can’t predict. What matters is how you deal with it. Kristin’s words returned to me. I got the sense I’d be recalling them often.

  Alex was exhausted from the orgasms I’d wrung from her, the pain I’d inflicted upon her. Having the scene in a public arena, and after such an emotional night, was probably taking its toll as well.

  The submissive guy I’d signalled brought a couple of bottles of water over and retreated again. I nodded to his departing back and reached for one of them.

  Alex shifted at my change in position, looking slightly groggy. “Hmmm?”

  “Here, pretty girl. Drink this.”

  Her throat must have been parched from the gasping and moaning and pleading. She took the bottle eagerly and drank from it so fast I was surprised she didn’t choke. “Needed that, huh?”

  She nodded, resting her head back against my arm and gazing up into my face.

  “You didn’t get off, Sir.”

  Oh, I fucking knew that. It had been difficult to end the scene without taking her, but I wasn’t sure I would have managed to carry her out if I had. She’d needed to rest. “Later.”

  “Not too much later, I hope?” She raised an eyebrow at me.

  “If this weren’t the aftercare room, I’d fuck you right here,” I told her quietly, mindful of other couples around the room.

  “Do we have to stay?” she asked. “I want to take care of you, Sir.”

  She wanted to take care of me? Perfect little submissive…

  I smoothed her hair back from her face, shaking my head. “Ten minutes more here, and then we’ll see about moving.”

  Alex nodded, opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again. I nudged her, concerned. “What is it?”

  “It can wait until we’re alone, Sir.”

  I nodded and kissed her forehead. With a sigh, she snuggled into me.

  Getting organised to go home didn’t take too long. As Jay and I had arranged beforehand, he or Owen had gone in to pick up the toys and Alex’s clothing. I made her stand in the middle of the social area in her underwear while we talked, which made her self-conscious—despite there being fully naked submissives nearby—and kept her in a submissive mindset. I only allowed her clothing because we were heading outside to my car and I didn’t want random people on the street—or the paparazzi—getting an eyeful of her pinched, striped, pockmarked body.

  We’d have to come back tomorrow for her car, but there was no way she was driving home alone tonight.

  She was quiet on the drive to my place, and I kept glancing across to make sure she was okay. She was always watching me, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. I had a very happy submissive right now.

  She made a small, disappointed noise when I guided her up the first couple of steps, past the dungeon door. I couldn’t help but grin. “Not right now, pretty painslut. I know you have places I haven’t marked yet, but I can take care of them just as well in the bedroom, and it’s more comfortable up there.”

  Once I’d stripped Alex off and we were laid down in bed together, she slipped her hand down my abs. “You need me to help you out here, Sir?”

  I was already getting hard again, but I took her hand and held it in mine first. “Let me decide when to give you my cock, pretty girl. I haven’t decided where I want it yet.”

  Her smile widened even as she looked down, faking a demure attitude. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  I brushed my lips against hers, keeping hold of her hand. She moved closer, drinking in my kisses as though they were some kind of elixir.

  “I didn’t think you’d come for me,” she whispered against my lips.

  I sat up, leaning over her and tucking a finger between her collar and her neck. “I would have been tailing you the whole way to the club, but something came up.”

  Did I really want to go into it now? No, but it was probably important that I did.

  “What happened?” A small frown creased her brow as she searched my face for answers.

  I sighed. “Kristin. She came over here.”

  Alex’s eyes widened. “She came back here? Where was she all this time?”

  “Back in Mississippi. Her guilt finally got stronger than her fear of my disapproval, so she came back.” I shook my head. If there was anything I was pissed at Kristin for, it was for the last six months of silence while Alex had suffered.

  Many women would have demanded to know if anything had ‘happened’ between me and my ex, jumping to the wrong conclusion. Alex wasn’t like that. “About fucking time. Did she tell you it wasn’t your fault?”

  I nodded.

  “Do you believe her?”

  Again, I nodded. “She’s moved on. Got a new Dom, and she’s playing again.”

  Alex looked sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t care. She can do what she wants. I’m over her.”

  She smiled. “So you’re feeling better about the whole thing?”

  “Better. Still got some stuff to work out in my head, but I needed closure. She gave me that. I might still need to ease back into some things, but I’m better than I was.”

  “Good.” Alex reached up to touch my face. “So that’s why you came after me?”

  “Pretty girl, I would have come after you no matter fucking what. I knew before Kristin walked in that I wasn’t gonna let you go. I wasn’t sure what I’d do, but I’d have tried to work out some kind of compromise for you. Watching you walk away scared the shit out of me.”

  “And now?” she asked softly.

  “Now we just need to agree that if anything goes wrong during a scene, we talk about it. You don’t get to push me away. Ever. Understand me, pretty girl?”

  “I never would have, Sir. But I promise.” She smiled up at me. “Hard limit.”

  Maybe I was a fool, but I believed her.

  “So are you gonna finish making me yours, Sir?”

  I sat up and pulled off my shirt. “Damn right. I’ve only claimed one of your holes so far. I still have two to work on.”

  Alex sat up too, and pulled her knees under her so she was kneeling on the mattress. “Anything you want.”

  “I could get used to hearing that.” I stripped off my jeans so I didn’t have to worry so much about my cock killing me as I teased her. “Get up on all fours on the bed.”

  Alex

  I got into position obediently. A thrill went through me as he skated his finger down between my ass cheeks to my hole.

  “This is something I’ve been meaning to fuck for a while,” he told me, pressing just firmly enough that I thought he was going to breach me, but not actually going any farther.

  I pushed back against his fingers, wordlessly asking for it.

  He slapped my ass hard enough to sting, then ordered me to remain where I
was. I stayed there, my hair falling in my face, while he left the room. I thought he might even have gone downstairs to the dungeon, but I wasn’t quite sure.

  Waiting, I swayed lightly from one side to the other, making sure my arms and legs didn’t cramp up. My thighs pulsed with the heat of the cane’s welts, and I knew that if I touched any of the places he’d used a clothespin on me, the skin would be sore. The knowledge made me smile.

  Spencer returned. “You good, pretty girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He bit one of my ass cheeks lightly, then the other, each sharp pain making me catch my breath. “Whose ass is this?”

  I grinned. “Yours, Sir. Metaphorically speaking, I mean. If it were physically your ass, that would be—ow!”

  He’d slapped one of my welts, the most efficient place he could have hurt me at that moment.

  “Don’t make me gag you, pretty girl.”

  I nodded, the smile still on my face.

  Spencer rubbed lubricant-coated fingers from my clit all the way back to my asshole, gathering extra wetness from my wet pussy on the way. I resisted the need to beg for more stimulation—I was his to play with as he saw fit, and I needed to work on my patience. When he got to my tight hole he began to play, massaging it, then slipping the tips of his fingers inside, then going deeper.

  I’d done this kind of thing before, but it had been a while. I’d forgotten how invasive it could feel—and how pleasurable.

  “Good girl,” Spencer said quietly. “Now take this for me.”

  Something pressed against my ass, and it definitely wasn’t his cock, though it seemed huge. Some kind of plug? I’d never had a toy up there before, and a slight tremor of nervousness hit me as he began to insert whatever it was.

  “That’s it. Nearly there.” He pulled it almost all the way out, then pushed it back in again, deeper. Then again. I gave a soft grunt as the plug slipped into place and stayed there.

  “How’s that?”

  I wriggled my ass experimentally. It wasn’t really all that pleasurable, but it wasn’t bad either. “I’m good, Sir.”

  He lay on the bed beside me, cleaning off his fingers with a wet wipe. “Move over. I want you over me.”

  When had he taken off all his clothes? His cock was just inches away from my aching pussy, and if I could only… “Can I…?”

  He shook his head, eyes boring into mine. “Keep your hands on the mattress and your cunt in the air.”

  I nodded reluctantly, desperate for him.

  Spencer reached up and trailed his fingers through my folds, making a soft noise of satisfaction as he collected my juices. “I want to play with you for a while.”

  I didn’t know what he meant until he began to ease his fingers inside my pussy, mindful of the plug stretching my ass. It was a more intense feeling to have both holes penetrated at once, and I made some kind of animal groan as he buried two fingers the whole way inside me.

  “Sir… I want…”

  He pulled them almost all the way out, moving excruciatingly slowly, then back in again, building the pace of his thrusts so gradually I thought I’d go insane.

  “Oh, please…”

  “You’re my girl. This is mine to play with. And you don’t get to tell me how.” His voice held an edge of sternness.

  I closed my eyes in acquiescence and tried not to scream with frustration. I wanted his cock, not his fingers, and he was right there! How could he be holding off this way when he hadn’t even had one orgasm yet?

  He rested the thumb of his other hand on my clit. “Ride my fingers, pretty girl. Give yourself pleasure.”

  At least I didn’t have to hold still! With a breathy moan, I tilted my hips against his touches, driving his fingers deep, pushing against his thumb, rising up to bring him out of me—oh, God, that spot just felt so fucking amazing…

  “More,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

  He added a third finger to my wet pussy, filling me even further.

  I bounced on his fingers, gazing down into his face, eating up the lustful attention I saw there.

  “Please, Sir, may I come?”

  I knew before he opened his mouth what the answer was. “Not yet, pretty girl. I still haven’t claimed you. Stop moving.”

  Stop moving? Did I even know how to do that, when the friction and heat my movements generated were so delicious?

  “Stop.”

  His voice was sharp and I froze, unable to disobey that tone of command.

  Spencer smiled while I bit back a whimper. “Sit back on your heels between my legs. No squirming.”

  I hardly remembered how to move, my body one huge tangle of orgasmic tension desperate for release. Somehow I managed it, the warmth of Spencer’s thighs on either side of my knees almost setting me off.

  “Now put your hands behind your back, lean forward and suck my dick.”

  His cock was harder than steel against my lips, and I licked it teasingly. If my orgasm was on hold, I could at least make sure his stayed out of reach for a while.

  Spencer tightened his hand in my hair and yanked my head down. “Pretty girl, I’m claiming your mouth. Service me properly and we won’t have a problem.”

  His voice made it clear he disapproved, and a pang of remorse went through my subservient side. I sucked on his cock, flicking my tongue against the sensitive spots, pouring all my sexual frustration into the act of pleasing him. Spencer groaned, his grip on my hair still secure, and pushed deeper into my mouth. My pussy pounded with need, the plug in my ass a distraction, but I licked and sucked, lavishing attention on him while precariously keeping balance with my hands behind my back.

  I could have done so much better if I were allowed to stroke him, but since I wasn’t, I had to make do with the vibrations from my moans, the suction of my mouth and the twists of my tongue.

  He pushed right the way down my throat and I somehow managed to take him without gagging. I was his and he could do whatever he wanted; it was rewarding to let him control this. He bucked up his hips, fucking my mouth gently before pulling my head up and off him so I could breathe again.

  “You feel goddamn amazing, pretty girl. Ready to finish?”

  I nodded, warmth flooding me at the compliment. He guided me down again and I gave the head of his cock as much suction as I could, flicking my tongue against the vein on the underside. He was watching me, his breathing shaky, his focus intent on the way I moved. I moaned at the connection between us, seeking to tip him over the edge, and a jolt of triumph passed through me as he caught his breath, forcing my head down, losing control.

  I swallowed obediently, completing his claiming of my mouth.

  Spencer drew me off his cock slowly and pulled me on top of him. His warm skin against mine was a torment. I needed to come so badly, but it wasn’t my call.

  Sometimes I really hated being the submissive one.

  Spencer gave a low chuckle, his voice husky with satisfaction. “I haven’t forgotten about you, pretty girl. Don’t worry about that.”

  I contemplated telling him he’d better be able to get it up again soon, but the chain around my throat was a deterrent to that, reminding me who was in charge. I had no doubt Spencer would be able to think of as creative a way to punish me for insolence as he had to work on my arm strength, back when we’d first met.

  “Tell me something. Does it turn you on if I do this?”

  He ran his fingertips up and down the welts on the inside of one thigh. I whimpered softly and squirmed.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “How about this?” He slapped my ass sharply and the plug inside me jolted at the impact, sending a spark of pleasure through my flesh.

  I writhed, enjoying the sensation. “Definitely, Sir.”

  “And this?” He pulled at the plug’s end, wriggling the toy inside me.

  “Sirrrr…” I complained, wondering if I could get away with grinding my clit against his leg until I came.

  “Sit up,” he told me.
“Come and lie over my lap.”

  It took us only a couple of seconds to position ourselves: his back against the headboard, my ass over his lap. I rested my weight on my elbows so I could look back and watch him. Spencer ran his hand over my bare, unmarked ass and shook his head with feigned regret. “I’ve been lax. What was I thinking, leaving this gorgeous skin unspanked all night?”

  “You might be a little out of practice, Sir,” I teased. “You’re welcome to use me to get back into things, though.”

  Spencer raised an eyebrow. “How thoughtful of you.”

  “Always thinking of you, Sir.” I put on my best innocent expression, which made him roll his eyes.

  “Thirty spanks with my bare hand, pretty girl. Count them.”

  He laid into my ass without a pause, and I counted along, almost losing track halfway through at a particularly hard slap that brought tears to my eyes. The pain warmed me, keeping my heart racing and my pussy slick. The plug just made the experience more intensely pleasurable.

  His cock hardened against me as he reached around twenty spanks, and I counted off the rest in delicious anticipation of the claiming he was about to give me. When he’d reached thirty, he squeezed my inflamed skin, then dipped his fingers between my legs, finding me wet and half-crazy with longing for him.

  “Please, Sir, please…”

  Spencer teased my clit, but before anything could grow from more than a tingle he withdrew his hand. I would have cursed his name if not for him pulling at the plug between my ass cheeks. He eased it halfway out, then back in, out and back in, making me groan and gasp as pleasure swelled within me. “Oh, God…”

  “Something you want, pretty girl?”

  “Your cock, Sir.”

  Amusement seeped into his tone. “Naughty girl. You want me to fuck you in the ass, don’t you?”

  He loved it when I talked dirty, but I held out, hoping he’d give me incentive. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Say it, pretty girl.” His voice was husky, demanding. Completely erotic.