Amy Valenti - Not Your Damn Submissive (Denial #1) (8 page)

“
There are a few bottles made of sugar glass,” I replied without thinking. I’d been working side by side with the props department on this production before Callum had changed my assignment, and Doug had let me try striking one of the bottles against a bench just to see how it worked. Okay, maybe that had been a waste of a prop, but Doug never could say no to me. “They look pretty dangerous, but they’re just for show.”

Paul rea
lly paid attention to me for the first time. “Who are you, again?”

“
I work in set design,” I said, just as Callum spoke.

“
She’s my assistant.”

“
That, too,” I added, shrugging.

Paul raised an eyebrow in my direction.
“If you feel like assisting me later, come on by my trailer. I could use some help showering off this fake blood—”

Oh, yeah, right…

“Back off, Paul.” Callum’s voice was a low, intimidating growl, and despite the threat in the words, I couldn’t help but melt inside.

Whoa, girl. You can defen
d your own honour.

Before I could speak, the minibus came to a stop and Spencer yanked the sliding door open. How had he gotten here before us? He must drive like a lunatic.

“Come on, ladies and gents. It’s fight time.”

* * * *

Callum

Fuck, it would have felt good to beat Paul to a bloody pulp against the bar. Unfortunately, in the movie business it was all about looking as though you were pounding on someone and none of the actual violence. Spencer took us through our routine—which was more like dancing than fighting when it came down to it—as the crew made small modifications to the bar-room we were using for a set today. Behind us, Darren was addressing the twenty or so extras who’d be playing fleeing bar patrons. They were curiously craning their necks to get glimpses of Paul, Jacie and I.

I wanted to go over to them and tell them to quit staring. Jacie was an airhead who happened to be able to act, Paul was a sleaze who hit on any pretty girl who walked within earshot, and me? I was
just a guy who couldn’t even convince a sassy, sweet, inexplicably reluctant submissive to take a chance on him.

I mis
-stepped for the third time and Spencer sighed. “Take five.”

He pulled me aside.
“You’re better than this. What’s eating you?”

“
You have to ask?” Spencer just waited, and I sighed. “Paul made a pass at Kat on the way down here.”

“
Did she go for it?”

I realised I hadn
’t even looked over at Kat to see what her reaction had been. I’d been too busy making sure Paul knew she was off-limits. “I don’t know. I doubt it.”

“
I doubt it, too. She hides it pretty well, but that little subby’s got a real thing for you.”

I leaned against the wall and sighed.
“She turned me down flat. ‘Not my damn submissive’, her exact words were.”

Spencer
’s lips twitched, and suddenly it was him I was dying to punch. “Glad you think it’s funny, man. Some of us might have backed out of the lifestyle because they’re chickenshit, but most of us are still looking.”

His smile died abruptly.
“Low blow, Cal.”

I inclined my
head apologetically, already regretting my words. What had happened to Spencer a couple of years ago would have broken any Dom’s heart. “I take it back. Shouldn’t have brought it up.”

He nodded slowly, a new awareness in his eyes.
“You’re really into this one. Never thought you’d be looking to get serious, especially not with a sub from the opposite coast.”

“
She…” I tried to rub my forehead and grimaced when my fingers met the latex prosthetic glued to my face. “I don’t know what it is about her, but she had me by the cock the moment she first looked at me. I don’t get like that with women, Spence, but here I am. And she doesn’t even want me. It’s like she’s…scared.”

Spencer snorted.
“Trust me. She wants you.”

I
’d thought the same thing, but she’d given me her answer and it hadn’t been the one I’d been hoping for. Maybe my pride had just taken a hit, but the hurt felt deeper than that. I hadn’t had time to analyse it yet. I was probably going to fall into a bottle after work ended and drown my sorrows for the night. “Part of her does, but not enough.”

“
Maybe. Maybe not.” Spencer glanced over his shoulder to where Kat was watching the extras take their seats at various tables and in booths. “Maybe she has to work through the fear, or maybe you have to take her past it. But moping and getting angry aren’t going to help. Now let’s see some concentration.”

I focused
better after that, and soon we were ready to perform for the cameras. There were a series of short takes rather than the filming of a continuous scene. A couple of the moves would be performed by stunt doubles for health and safety purposes, but for the most part it was Paul against me and three of my character’s posse. The most irritating thing was that Paul’s character was scripted to win against four bad guys while Lynette, Jacie’s character, cowered in the corner like a delicate princess waiting for rescue. For all its claims to be the next
Buffy
,
Dark Hearts Broken
didn’t come close.
God, I hate this clichéd script.

The scene after this one wo
uld be a love scene between Jacie and her rescuer, though, and while Kat was on my radar I was more than happy to skip that. If I had to pretend to let Paul beat me, so be it.

Halfway through the day, we cleaned up the fake blood and prosthetics to film the part of the scene before we became injured
, then changed costumes entirely for a scene set in the wrecked bar the next day. By the time the sun set, we were done with the bar location.

Smashing a sugar glass bottle against the bar had been way too much fun; so much so that I
’d purposely fucked up a take so I could do it again. I’d confessed it to Kat as we’d waited for the extras to get back into position, and she’d laughed, agreeing that it had been the highlight of her day when she’d tried it, too. I’d wanted to kiss her until the stunning smile on her face had faded into pure lust, and something had twisted in my chest as I realised she’d vetoed that.

The minibus dropped us
off back at the studio, and Kat looked over at me as the rest of the cast dispersed. “Will you need anything else today, Chuck Norris?”

I fought down the urge to give her an honest answer.
Yeah, I need you. Naked, in my trailer, tied to the bed with your legs over my shoulders while I fuck you into ecstasy.
That would have made me no better than Paul.

“
I’ll handle myself from here.” The double entendre had been completely unintentional, and I gave myself a mental slap around the back of the head. It didn’t seem as though she’d picked up on it, though. “You can head home for the night.”

Kat nodded.
“See you tomorrow, then.” She hesitated, then started to turn away.

“
Oh, and for your information, I’m way hotter than Chuck Norris,” I added.

“
So modest, too.” She rolled her eyes, grinning, and I curled my hand into a fist so I wouldn’t brush a stray wisp of dark hair out of her eyes. Fuck, she was beautiful.

She waited a moment longer, as though she had something to say or was expecting something from me, but
then she shook her head slightly. “Goodnight.”

“
Drive safe, Kat.”

Sighing, I watched her hips sway as she walked away. She wasn
’t being intentionally provocative, I knew that—but I longed to spank that alluring ass again.

“
Get over it, Connors,” I muttered to myself as I returned to my trailer. It wasn’t like this was a long-term job. Surely I could hold myself in check for another week and a half.

I had to strip off my costume before I left for the day, so I stepped into the trailer
’s shower while I was at it. I was bound to be sore in the morning from flinging myself at various pieces of furniture, acting as though Paul had hit me hard enough to propel me there.
Ha!
In his dreams.
I turned the shower stream as hot as I could stand and simply stood under the water for a while, letting the scalding stream soothe my aches away.

All except one. My ache for Kat was as strong as ever, in my heart and in my cock. If I let myself fantasise about her, it was pitiful how quickly the blood rushed to my dick.

With a groan of surrender, I took hold of my hard shaft and stroked firmly up towards the head. I’d been on edge all day, and I wouldn’t be getting any release from Kat herself. I could have gone to a club downtown, hooked up with the first pretty girl to recognise me…but all I wanted was her.

My imagination took over where my experience was lacking, scripting a fantasy I wished like hell would come true.

She was in the bedroom when I emerged from the shower, kneeling in sexy lingerie on the floor. She looked up at me through her lashes, gauging my reaction. “Is this okay?”

How
could it
not
be okay? “I thought you weren’t my damn submissive, Kat?” I stopped in front of her, wound my fingers into her hair and yanked her head back so I could see into her face.

Her breath caught. Her eyelids fluttered shut and her exposed throat shifted as she swallowed hard.
“I’m not. And I don’t even know why I’m here. I just want you too much.”

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard, taking what was mine, laying my claim
to her. She melted into my embrace the way she had the first day we’d met, rubbing her barely clothed body against mine. The friction worked loose the towel around my waist, which fell away, leaving my hard cock brushing against the front of her panties. She cried out into my mouth and pressed harder against me.

She took hold of my shaft and I groaned, breaking our kiss.
“You want this inside you, pretty girl? You want to be fucked by your Dom?”

“
You’re not my damn Dom, remember?” she asked coyly, stroking me like a pro, as though she were the one in control.

I fought the rising tide of my climax and pushed her backwards onto the bed, knocking her hand away from me.
“You’re gonna tell me you really believe that, little miss? When you were kneeling for me just a minute ago?”

She arched her back as I leaned over her and cupped one of her breasts in my hand.
“No…”

“
That’s ‘no,
Sir
’,” I insisted. “You’re mine. Say it.”

I pulled away her bra, tortured her nipple until she was gasping with need and pain.
“Please… Touch me?”

The slow circles she was making with her hips left me in no doubt as to what she meant.
“Gonna come for me, little miss?”

She whimpered and parted her legs farther, desperation in her face.
“I need you to help me. Sir.”

We were getting there.
“I will. Just admit that you’re mine.”

Stubbornness made her hesitate, but as I licked and sucked on her hard nipple she lost the battle.
“I’m yours, Sir. All yours. Please!”

I tore off her panties at the seams, too impatient to take them off the usual way.
She was spread open for me, and later I’d take my time to touch and taste, to hear her moan and plead as I kept her on the edge for hours. Now, though, I just needed to be inside her.

“
Ask me to fuck you, Kat.” I pressed the head of my cock against her wet folds, ready to push deep inside her. “Do it nicely, and I’ll let you come.”

She was trembling, panting, on the brink of climax already.
“Please, Sir, claim your sub. Fuck me hard. Make me yours.”

I drove into her urgently, and she moaned and arched, cli
nging to my shoulders as her orgasm crashed through her…

“
Fuck,” I breathed, steadying myself against the tiles in front of me as reality took over from fantasy, my climax erupting in hard spurts over my hand and the shower cubicle’s wall. My body shuddered through the release, discharging the tension that had been building steadily since I’d met Kat, and as the tremors subsided I had to concentrate to keep my weak knees from spilling me to the floor.

I hadn
’t come that hard since I was a teenager, and even now, as I rinsed myself down and cleaned up the mess I’d made, I could feel my need rising again. It was as though I wouldn’t be satisfied until I could finally bury my cock inside Kat’s sweet, tight cunt and lose myself in her embrace.

What the fuck was I thinking? It wasn
’t going to happen. Abruptly, I turned the temperature dial to cold and flinched as the water became freezing.

“
I’m yours, Sir. All yours.”

Fuck, if only that were true.
Kat would never say those words.