These Damn Suspicions (Denial #2.5)

by Amy Valenti

  I knelt obediently by his side, ready to listen.

  “No lasting marks on my face, neck, arms or hands. I might be clothed, but I’m still working this week.”

  I nodded, understanding his logic. It wasn’t like he could go into work wearing a turtleneck if the script called for a tank top or a formal shirt.

  “If you bite, no breaking the skin; same rule as we have for me doing it to you. If you draw blood, the wound could get infected.”

  I couldn’t help myself. “Are you saying I have a dirty mouth, Sir?” I asked innocently.

  He grinned. “In so many ways, little miss.”

  I fidgeted, dying to touch him but knowing that wasn’t allowed yet.

  Callum took my hand, examining my fingernails, then trailed his tongue from my wrist halfway to the inside of my elbow. I squirmed at his teasing; he could see exactly how it affected me.

  He took his time examining the other hand. My nails were almost always blunt, a side effect of working in set design. I could probably have grown them longer, but they always seemed to catch on something when we were redressing a piece of furniture or moving things on or off a set. I kept them short to avoid breaking them.

  Callum sucked lightly on the pulse-point of my wrist, then let my hand go as I made a tiny, appreciative noise. “You can scratch as hard as you want, but I think it’s obvious there are area limits to that offer.”

  I glanced down at his lap and grinned. “Aww, Sir, you’re no fun.”

  “Don’t make me regret my trust in you, little miss.” His voice held a very real warning, and I nodded, getting the message loud and clear.

  “One more thing.”

  I waited.

  “Anything you do to me, I’ll be reciprocating.”

  “Now that sounds like fun, Sir.” I slid forward and rubbed my cheek over his hard-on through his pants, rewarded by his swift intake of breath. “Can I start now?”

  “Yeah, little miss. You can.” His expression was hungry, his voice husky with arousal.

  It took me less than a minute to get rid of the rest of his clothing, and for a moment after that I just sat staring at his delectable body. His pecs, abs and biceps were just defined enough to count, and his thick, hard length was ready for me to sink down on, if that was what I wanted. Was I really about to mark this perfect specimen of the male form?

  Callum’s voice cut through my hesitation, reminding me of why I’d wanted this. “That collar around your neck means you’re all mine, little miss. Don’t forget that. I claimed you. No one else can have you.”

  I touched the collar, smiling. The possessive words still meant everything to me three days later, and I suspected they still would in three months, three years. Maybe even thirty years or more.

  Now I wanted to make sure Callum understood I had staked a similar claim on him. I would never put a collar around his neck, but he was mine nevertheless.

  I crawled up his body and rubbed my wet slit over his hard-on, making sure he felt how much I craved his body as I kissed him. Callum groaned into my mouth and bucked against me, trying in vain to impale me on his cock.

  I nipped his lip just hard enough to hurt, diverting his attention from his dick to our kiss. His breath caught, then he managed to bite my lower lip in retaliation; just a sweet sting of pain before his mouth soothed it away.

  The kiss roughened, our breathing harsh as we devoured one another. Callum kneaded my ass firmly, pressing me against him, and I scratched my nails down his chest experimentally, testing his reaction.

  He tore his lips from mine to let me watch him, digging his fingers into my thighs. As I scratched again, using both hands to score pink furrows down his chest, he met my gaze with defiant need.

  “Mine,” I whispered, and he smiled.

  “Gonna have to scratch harder than that, little miss.” He raked his own blunt fingernails down my outer thighs towards my knees, and the skin burned in the wake of his abrasive touch.

  “Turn over if you dare, Sir.”

  He hooked his finger through the O ring on my collar and pulled my face to within a fraction of an inch of his. His breath was warm against my lips. “Don’t get used to giving me orders, little miss.”

  I gave him a quick, cheeky peck on the lips, then gasped as he rolled us so that he was on top of me, the weight of him an inexplicable turn-on.

  “I turned over.”

  It hadn’t been how I’d meant it, and he knew that. Still, I could work with what I had. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and dragged my fingernails down his spine, not as hard as I could have, but by the way a tremor rippled through him, I knew it was enough.

  “Fuck, Kat…”

  He rubbed his cock against me, one hand edging between our bodies as if he planned to guide himself inside my pussy right then. I scratched over his shoulder blades, then sank my teeth into the flesh at the curve where his neck met his shoulder, hard enough to make him flinch.

  Releasing his skin, I murmured, “Let me up, Sir.”

  He resisted for a moment, then slid off me with a groan, lying stomach-down with his head pillowed on his hands. “I’m having second thoughts about this.”

  I sat beside him and brushed my fingers between his thighs to the delicate patch of skin just behind his balls. He sighed as I teased him there, shifting uncomfortably to try to make his hard-on less painful.

  “You sure about those second thoughts, Sir?”

  “I’m gonna flog you so hard when you’re through with this,” he told me, his tone resigned.

  “Just relax and enjoy, Sir.”

  With one hand, I continued tormenting him, stroking and teasing his balls until he thrust uselessly against the bed. With the other, I scratched down from the nape of his neck, gently enough that it wouldn’t leave a lasting mark, then increasing the force when I got to his shoulders. I scratched one side of his back, then the other, delighting in the colour change as blood rushed to the area just below the abraded surface. Each time I drew my nails along his skin, Callum tensed just a little.

  “Need to safeword, Sir?”

  “You’re not in control of this scene, little miss,” he told me, his voice amused.

  “I’m not?” It felt a lot like control to me…

  “I’m waiting for my moment.”

  Why did that thought make me shiver with delighted apprehension? How much would Callum endure for me before he decided enough was enough?

  I decided to ease off and claim him in another way. I left soft kisses over all the skin I’d scratched, the deep pink flesh warm against my lips. When he relaxed into my ministrations, I nipped at a patch of skin on his right shoulder, bit down enough to hurt, then sucked.

  By the time Callum had reacted to the pain, I’d left a gorgeous purpling bruise where my mouth had been, and I couldn’t stop the evil giggle that escaped my lips.

  “Oh, God. Did I unleash a monster, Little Miss Badass?” Callum teased.

  “Maybe…”

  I slid my breasts down his back as I descended his body, leaving small hickeys in a random trail the whole way until I got to his butt. I’d always thought he had a yummy ass, but I’d never actually had chance to sink my teeth into it before.

  The muscle of one cheek tensed when he felt my breath on it, but he didn’t protest. I bit his flesh, trying not to grin as it flexed beneath my lips, and sucked strongly enough to make Callum grunt. When I drew back, the bruise on his ass made me ridiculously amused. It was like payback for all the spankings, paddlings and floggings he’d given me.

  “Enjoying yourself?”

  I was pretty sure he was close to done humouring me. He was obviously in the mood to pin me down and take me hard. “You can’t stop me until you’re symmetrical!”

  Before Callum had a chance to respond, I bit down on his other ass cheek and set about giving it a hickey to match the first.

  As soon as I lifted my head, Callum turned over and tangled his hand in my hair, giving me no choice but to suck h
is rigid cock. Not that I was complaining. I let him take my mouth, hoping he’d let me finish what I’d started yesterday, and dug my fingernails into the sides of his ass, encouraging him to push deeper.

  Too soon, he lifted my head away and dragged me farther up his body, running his fingers through my slick folds before driving his cock deep into me. I growled my annoyance that he’d aborted my attempt to get him off again, and he laughed, scratching his nails down my back the way he had earlier.

  “I need to fuck you hard, little miss, and I can’t do that to your mouth.”

  I bit his lip, encouraging him to do his worst, and he immediately rolled me over and began to take me with forceful thrusts, meeting my rough kisses with more of the same.

  “You’re that pissed off? Then show me who I belong to,” he challenged when I faltered, momentarily overwhelmed by his fingers over my clit.

  I gripped my frustration tightly and did what he’d given me permission to do—I bucked against him; scratched his back, butt and shoulders; bit his earlobe, his lip, even his Adam’s apple when he threw his head back for a moment. Callum didn’t hold back, marking my neck below my collar, scratching and kneading my breasts, twisting and pinching and biting hot, glorious pain into my nipples as we rolled and fought and fucked like wild animals.

  My first orgasm was unexpected, triggered by a shallow thrust of Callum’s cock as he scratched lines of heat into my ass cheeks with both hands. Once he felt me coming, Callum pinned me down and rubbed over and around my clit, bringing a second deluge of pleasure down on my stinging, aching body. He didn’t stop, whispering filthy promises into my ear, the vibrations joining the storm of sensation within me and increasing the tremors to an earth-moving magnitude. I lost count of how many times I came, could hardly even tell where one climax ended and the next began.

  All I knew was that sometime during it all, Callum growled his love for me in my ear and I answered amid cries of pleasure, clinging to him, trusting him to keep me from drowning in ecstasy. “I love you, Sir, so fucking much!”

  * * * *

  After we’d caught our breath, regained our sanity and our strength, we stood together in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

  “I’m starting to think you’re a sadist.” Callum looked over his shoulder at the reflection of his back and ass, covered with scratches and hickeys.

  “I didn’t enjoy hurting you, Sir.” I admired the job I’d done. “Marking you, yes. Turning you on, definitely. Hurting you? Never.” Well. Not that much.

  He raised an eyebrow and squeezed my still rosy ass. “I’ll remember to break out the Sharpies next time you want to leave a mark on me, then.”

  I grinned at his reflection. “I don’t think the sex would be quite as hot with Sharpies, Sir.”

  Callum turned my attention from the mirror to his face, cupping my cheek in his hand. “Think you claimed me enough, Little Miss Badass?”

  He wasn’t talking about the marks I’d left now—he meant emotionally. He was checking in about my insecurities, about the Elena scandal, about everything.

  I wrapped my arms around him and met his gaze without faltering. “Enough for a few months, at least, Sir.”

  Callum wrapped his fingers around my collar and pulled me backwards, towards the bathroom. “Good. Then it’s time to put my collared submissive to work in the shower.”

  I followed him happily, already anticipating the task of soaping up his firm abs and strong arms. It was good to be me.

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  Amy Valenti attained ‘crazy cat lady’ status at four years old, but took a little longer to get to the ‘published author’ stage, which was her other goal in life. Now in her late twenties, she tries to minimise the number of cats she puts into her erotic romance stories, but more than one has slipped into a character’s home while her back’s been turned. After all, the ultimate test of a man’s worth is what his new partner’s pets think of him…

  Cats aside, Amy enjoys writing about intelligent female characters who know themselves and their desires. She’s been fascinated by sex, relationship and power-play dynamics for many years, and experiments with different sub-genres under the overarching category of BDSM, concentrating on Domination and submission romance in particular.

  She also writes vanilla lesbian erotica (without the romance!) under the pseudonym Sidonie Spice.

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  Just what is it about bondage, pain-play and barked commands that make a submissive fall to her knees? Amy Valenti is captivated by the Dominance and submission dynamic, and her books mainly feature growly, Dominant men with feisty yet submissive women. Occasionally she likes to write about hot Dom-on-Domme action and ménage involving two Dominant partners with one lucky female sub.

  Safe, sane and consensual BDSM is important to her, and she tries to balance out the intense scenes in her books with some tender, loving aftercare.

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