Amy Valenti - Not Your Damn Submissive (Denial #1) (12 page)

“
Can we go back to my place?”

“
Way ahead of you, little miss.”

* * * *

In the car on the way back to my apartment, I took a deep breath. “Thanks for not hating me for flipping out on you last night. I know it was…inappropriate.”

Callum shook his head, his eyes on the road.
“Except for the part where you insulted my ethics as a Dom, it all seemed appropriate to me. You needed to let it out. I was the one who pushed you in that direction.”

“
Your turn to apologise?” I joked weakly.

“
I’m not sorry.”

The words were so unexpected that I stared at him, cove
ring my hurt with false outrage. “What?”

“
Don’t give me that badass bullshit again, Kat.” His stern voice sent a sexual tremor down my spine despite myself. “You needed this. I’m not sorry I had to nudge you a little to get you to it.”

“
Every time I think I know what your angle is, you change it,” I said, drawing away from him. “Why is that?”

Callum shrugged.
“Maybe it’s because I’m a Dom. Maybe it’s just ‘cause I’m me.” As I shook my head, speechless, he pulled up to a stoplight and looked at me with a new intensity in his eyes. “Who hurt you, Kat?”

“
Do I have to talk about it?” I fiddled with my seatbelt, just for something to do.

“
Now? No. Eventually, if you and I are going to do more involved scenes? Yeah. D/s is a two-way street. I need to know your triggers so I can avoid them. Your responsibility is to tell me what I need to know, so I can keep your mind and body safe during play. Right now, there’s only a very limited range of things I know I can safely do with you.”

I swallowed hard.
“You’re only here for another week. How long is ‘eventually’?”

Someone behind us leaned on their horn, startling us. The lights had changed and we were holding up traffic.

Callum focused on getting us moving again before replying. “If you want us to play seriously this week, then as soon as possible.”

That didn
’t tell me what I needed to know. If he was sticking around after this; if he even felt enough for me to consider it. I pushed down my insecurity. I had to take baby steps before thinking long-term, to see if I could handle this.

“
I’ll tell you in a couple of days. Is that all right?” I didn’t want to think about it, but he was right.

“
That works.” He reached out briefly to squeeze my hand. “Tonight won’t be about that. It’s about you and me. Okay?”

“
Yes, Sir,” I said, unable to stop myself from smiling.

“
I could get used to hearing that, little miss…”

Five minutes later, we arrived back at my place. I unlocked the door and let Callum in, my nerves returning full force. What should I be doing? What did he expect
?

He cupped my jaw in his hand, raising my gaze to his.
“If you can learn to trust me, I can help you.”

Did he think it was him I was scared of?

“I’m not afraid of you, Sir.”

Callum brushed his lips over mine, a gentle, reassuring touch.
“Good, because I’m not gonna break you. Though I may bend you a bit here and there; I won’t lie about that.”

I gazed into his face, so familiar and yet not, and took a step onto the thin ice of trust between us.
“I believe you. Sir.”

His smile was slow and beautiful.
“We go slow, Kat. Okay?”

I nodded, a little breathless at this new territory between us.
“Help me, Sir?”

He kissed me again, harder this time, his hand sliding to the back of my neck and squeezing as though he owned me. It had made me wet when he
’d done it yesterday, but with this added significance it was an almost otherworldly experience. I met his tongue with mine, encouraging him, and he nipped at my bottom lip playfully before withdrawing, leaving my skin tingling.

“
Tell me your safewords again.”

I floundere
d in unfamiliar waters, unable to look at him as I admitted one of many shameful truths. “Red and yellow, Sir. I didn’t even know people used them before you mentioned them last night.”

* * * *

Callum

It was a good thing Kat wasn’t looking at me, because the anger that curled through me at her words would have scared her off for good. Her previous Dom hadn’t given her safewords—well, that explained a lot. If I ever met the fucker, I’d…

Kat. I had to focus on her, on the here and now.

My instinct was to demand to know what he’d done to her, but I didn’t want my fears confirmed.

“
Sir.” The word was still slow to come off her tongue, lingering on her lips hesitantly, but having my dominance acknowledged was still so fucking hot that I wanted to kiss her senseless. “Are you okay?”

Was
I
okay? Even the fact that she’d asked me that made me ashamed. Shutting the door on my anger completely, I nodded, realising I’d gone silent. “I’m going to give you some simple orders. If you don’t feel like you can follow any of them, use a safeword, okay? I won’t be angry or offended.”

Ant
icipation altered her posture—straightened her spine, stilled her fidgeting. A classic submissive response. “I understand.”

I guided her into the living room with a hand on the small of h
er back, then sat down on the couch. “Kneel on the floor for me, Kat.”

For a moment it seemed as t
hough she went somewhere else—a memory of the past, perhaps. I’d have to push her on that at a later date, but for now I stayed quiet. She worked her way through the emotion within a couple of seconds and slid to the floor at my feet, facing me, her ass perched on her heels.

Fuck, there was nothing quite like this. A submissive kneeling, ready to do your bidding, was just such a gift.
“Arms behind your back. Keep your head up, but your eyes towards the floor. Spread your legs apart.”

She obeyed every command instantly, as though it came naturally to her. Even fully clothed, she was a sight to behold.

I slid my hand into her hair and pulled slightly, tilting her head back as I leaned in to capture her lips. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered against her mouth, and kissed her.

She swayed forward as though she wanted to be pressed against me, and I tugged at her hair to bring her back into position without breaking
the kiss. She moaned into my mouth and yielded to my tongue, giving in to what I wanted without even a quiver of fear. My cock hardened to the point of pain, and I reluctantly ended the kiss and sat back, easing the pressure by adjusting my jeans.

Kat lick
ed her lips, her attention falling to my lap.

“
Tell me how you’re feeling, little miss.”

A blush stole over her skin; she obviously wasn
’t accustomed to expressing herself this way. “Turned on, Sir.”

“
Are your nipples as hard as they were when I first met you, when we first talked?”

She smiled a little and nodded, her blush not fading.

“Show me.”

With hands that trembled
slightly, she lifted her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor beside her. After a brief hesitation to gauge my reaction, she unclasped her bra and shrugged it off her shoulders, exposing her gorgeous breasts, the nipples just begging to be twisted and squeezed.

Too soon?

There was only one way to find out.

I ran a fingertip over her left nipple, then rolled it between my finger
and thumb. She drew in a shaky breath, arching her back to press into the touch.

“
I want you to give me your slow word when this gets too much.”

A hint of trepidation in her expression, Kat nodded.

I squeezed her nipple, increasing the pressure gradually to give her time to register that it was approaching her limit. She gasped after a second, but didn’t flinch or use her slow word until I’d pinched about as hard as I thought her upper limit might be. “Yellow,” she finally cried, wriggling a little as though craving stimulation between her legs.

Fuck me, that
’s hot.
My cock grew impossibly harder, demanding attention, but I ignored it.

I transferred my grip to her other nipple.
“Again.”

This time I had a better idea how to bring her to gasping point. Her sl
ow word spilled shakily from her lips and I released her nipple immediately, then kissed her parted lips as I rubbed her breasts to soothe them.

“
Mmm…” She leaned against my palms and met my kiss eagerly.

“
Good girl,” I said quietly, sitting back. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Her genuine smile warmed me.
“Yes, Sir.”

“
Any concerns?”

“
Only that I
am
enjoying it, Sir.” She met my eyes hesitantly.

I beckoned for her to come and sit in my lap.
“There’s no shame in it, little miss.”

She shifted against my hard-on
, her lips turning up in discovery. “Seems like I’m not the only one.”

“
You have no fucking idea.” The words were out before I could stop them.

Kat wriggled again, setting my cock to hardening even more. I grabbed her hips, stilling her.
“If you want something, little miss, you have to ask for it.”

“
Will you please take me, Sir?” Again, that adorable blush. I couldn’t wait to see how deep a shade of red I could make her cheeks flush—maybe both sets of cheeks at the same time, with entirely different techniques.

“
Stand up and lose the rest of your clothes. I want full access to your hot little cunt.”

She blushed redder, if that were possible, and got up from my lap immediately to follow my instructions. Her shoes, socks, jeans and panties joined
her shirt and bra on the floor, and she stood before me, beautifully naked. The lips of her cunt were glistening with arousal, and I couldn’t help but dip my fingers between them to feel how easily I’d be able to slip inside her. She sighed her pleasure and widened her stance, granting me easier access.

“
Is this from kneeling, or from when I pinched your nipples?”

She began to speak just as I found her clit, and she immediately lost her train of thought and had to begin again as I rubbed her slick juices o
ver the sensitive nub. “Both, Sir, but mostly from the pinching.”

My cock was killing me, my jeans way too tight. Still, I couldn
’t resist toying with her. “I think I need to feel for myself.”

Kat moaned softly when I slid a finger into her slick cunt, the
n withdrew for just long enough to add a second. God, she was so wet, so tight. Finally getting to explore her fantasies safely must be arousing beyond anything she’d felt before. Watching her face, I pinched her nipple hard, this time not working up to the pressure I knew she craved.

She cried out, her mouth dropping open as her eyes fell shut, and her internal muscles fluttered around my fingers. Laughing from the complete joy of her responsiveness, I guided her to straddle my lap, then used my teeth to s
timulate her other nipple until she hissed through the pain, her fingers tightening on my shoulders even as she wet my fingers with more lubrication.

“
Sir!”

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 tha
t 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.