Amy Valenti - Not Your Damn Submissive (Denial #1) (19 page)

I got a text from h
im just as I was finishing up.
Five minutes out.

I couldn
’t say for sure if there was an unspoken order in his message—
make yourself ready for me
—but it sure felt like it. Putting my bathrobe back on its hook, I quickly went into the living room and knelt, naked, within view of the front door.

Time went by
—more than five minutes, surely?—but I stayed in position, waiting as patiently as I could for him.

Finally, I heard my spare key in the lock and couldn
’t help but smile. Keeping my eyes on the floor in front of me but my head held high, I listened to him enter the apartment and set his overnight bag down on the floor. I couldn’t tell whether he’d noticed me yet; he didn’t say anything.

My heart pounded when his feet appeared in my line of sight. A second later, the touch of his finger
s against my scalp made me smile.

“
Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” His voice held a smile. “I have to say, this is quite the welcome home. Did you miss me?”

“
I did, Sir.”

“
What did you do with Little Miss Badass? You’re very meek today. Is that because you want an orgasm, by any chance?”

My cheeks heated. I
’d been trying not to think about my orders not to masturbate, but now he’d drawn my attention to them, need flared sharply. “If that’s what would make you happy, Sir.”

He twisted his fingers int
o my hair and pulled my head back to look into my eyes. God, he was handsome, even after flying from coast to coast. He had more stubble than usual and his hair was a little mussed. The look in his eyes was purely predatory, and a delicious shiver went down my spine.

“
Are you wet?”

He always seemed to use the most direct questions to ascertain how I was feeli
ng. I nodded, squirming.

“
And I can see already how hard your nipples are.” He ghosted his hand over the curve of my breast, his touch barely felt until he got to my protruding, hypersensitive nipple. Pleasure zipped down my nervous system to concentrate at my clit, which was already tingling.

Callum tugged and twisted my nipple, increasing the intensity of his touches until I gasped out, my eye
s filling with tears that blurred my view of his face.

“
So beautiful,” he murmured, and leaned down to kiss me, hot and hard. Before I had anywhere near enjoyed my fill of his lips, he pulled away.

“
Stay right where you are, little miss,” he ordered, and walked off somewhere.

It was torture not to look around to see what he was doing. Instead, I closed my eyes and listened intently. Paper rustled and fabric brushed against fabric in a way that sparked an association in my mind. He
’d sat down on the couch and was looking through my ‘homework’.

It hadn
’t given me too much trouble to complete, despite my mild misgivings about going through the list. The things my abuser had never done had been easy enough to give a green light to, unless they really didn’t appeal. There were only a couple I’d been on the fence about.

The things
he
had done, though…those had been tougher, especially when I’d realised that I wanted to experience a lot of them under Callum’s hand, despite what had happened in the past. Not ball gags or hanging from the ceiling—those were definite nos—but things like being tied to furniture. Being caged was probably out, but despite my traumatic past I still found myself curious about canes. I’d told Callum earlier that they were a red, but when I’d been staring at the boxes, contemplating which to tick, I’d realised I wanted him to use one on me, so I’d know if there was a difference.

A few minutes passed, long enough for me to want to fidget. I held still with an effort.

“Crawl to me, little miss.”

I glanced up for long eno
ugh to ascertain where he was—as I’d thought, on the couch—and crawled over. Every time he made me do that, I got pissed off but at the same time, turned on. It was a weird and wonderful dichotomy that I didn’t think would ever get boring.

“
Get comfortable,” Callum told me, gesturing to his lap, and I slid up to nestle within his arms with a sigh of contentment. I’d missed him holding me so much.

He cupped my cheek in his hand and kissed me softly, drawing away before I could respon
d. “Thank you for doing your homework. I think I can put a very interesting scene together from this information.”

I tried not to wriggle.
“I’m glad, Sir. I want to do this for real.”

“
Oh, we will.” He was obviously pleased with whatever he’d come up with. “You’re lucky I brought a few things back with me.”

Running his hand up and down the inside of my thigh, he teased ever closer to my aching pussy but always stopped short.
“I think we might need to see how that gorgeous ass of yours reacts to my floggers. What do you think?”

The prospect of new and interesting pain sent anticipation quivering through me.
“When can we start, Sir?”

He grinned and tugged at my hair.
“Impatient little miss. You can wait in the bedroom for me to shower, and in the meantime I want you to do something for me.”

At his instruction, I stood up and grabbed his overnight bag, then followed him into the bedroom. Callum took the bag from me and unzipped it, then turned his back when he caught me craning my neck to get a better look.
“Maybe I should blindfold you, curious girl.”

That was fine by me. I was just impatient to be doing something, anything, because he wanted it.

“Kneel here.”

I knelt by the side of the bed, a lot more gracefully than the first time I
’d knelt for him. Maybe I wasn’t as good as I could be yet, but I was coming along.

“
If you need to take this off when I’m in the shower, you can, but only if you’d be safewording if I were in the room. Is that clear?”

After obtaining my agreement, he fastened a silk scarf around my
head, obscuring my vision. “Can you see at all?”

“
No, Sir.” I cleared my throat when my voice came out scratchy. “Not at all.”

“
What colour would you say you are right now?”

I had to smile at his concern.
“Very green, Sir.” The blindfold had taken away my sight, but that just made my other senses clearer and sharper. I wondered if the same would happen for my sense of taste. I longed to taste him again.

“
Now…”

There was a rustle, a few clicks, and then a familiar whirring sound that made me h
old my breath in anticipation.

“
Part your legs for me.”

I did, already knowing what was about to happen and craving it so very much.

Callum slid the vibrator between my pussy lips and held it there. It was small but powerful, and I gasped at the instant tension that snapped into my muscles at its touch on my clit, jerking away instinctively before pressing back against it so that it was easier to take.

“
Now close your legs again.”

Had he given me an order? Hazily, I
pressed my thighs together and Callum drew his hand back, leaving the vibrator in place. It was slightly less intense this way, but it was still driving me crazy, my hips shifting of their own accord.

“
Good girl.” He kissed me hard, then abruptly broke off contact with me altogether. “Don’t move while I’m in the bathroom. If you need to take off the blindfold you can, but if that vibrator isn’t still in position when I get back, there’ll be punishment.”

I nodded, my focus squarely between my legs. It just felt so good
…

“
And little miss? If you come, I will know. And you won’t like the consequences.”

Damn him, damn him, damn him!

Chapter Thirteen

Callum

It was almost torture to leave Kat naked and blindfolded in her room with a vibrator pressing against her clit. I got into the shower as quickly as I could, not wanting to spend more time than I had to testing her ability to obey while I wasn’t there.

God, walking through the door and seeing her kneeling, naked, waitin
g for my orders… It was something I could definitely get used to, and if I had my way, it would be happening at least three times a week, if not every day.

As I soaped away the grime of the overly long and tedious journey from LA, I went over her
‘homework answers’ in my mind. Some things I definitely hadn’t been expecting, but I was more than willing to try. As I plotted the best way to draw out the experience, ignoring the demands of the hard-on I’d had since I’d walked through the door, my anticipation grew.

It had been a tough task to get her to this point, and I
’d still need to step carefully, but I’d be ready. I
was
ready.

Shutting off the water, I towelled myself dry and walked naked back into the bedroom. Even before I got there I could hear Kat
’s gasps and sighs, and the moment I saw her I knew she was close to losing it.

“
Have you been a good girl?” I asked, baiting her inner badass with the question.

“
You took your sweet time!” Blindly, she tilted her head in my direction. “I need to come, Sir, please…”

Suppressing laughter, I crouched and plucked the soaked vibrator from its resting spot, then switched it off as K
at let out a frustrated groan. After depositing it to the side for possible later use, I turned my attention back to her.

“
Now, I know you didn’t mean to use that tone with your Dom, so I’m gonna let that one pass. But if you carry on this way, Little Miss Badass, I’m going to spank your ass until you can’t sit down for a week.”

Kat paled, trembling a little, her shoulders hunching defensiv
ely. If she hadn’t said it, I would have paused the scene anyway, but she managed to get her slow word out. “Yellow.”

Immediately, I crouched beside her, tugging off the blindfold so I could look into her face.
She seemed to calm just at the sight of me.

“
Talk to me, Kat.” I cupped her face in my hand, wondering if she was thinking of her recovery period after she’d escaped her abuser. It was hard to keep her past in mind when she was bratting out for me so beautifully.

“
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 in
side her I was going to last all of thirty seconds.

Withdrawing and squeezing t
he 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 meas
ure. 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, n
o 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 na
ked 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 position 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.