by Amy Valenti
He cast an amused glance at me as he handed me a glass of water and put one on the nightstand for himself. “You can’t possibly be ready to go again. What are you thinking about?”
I gulped down half the glass of water before replying. “Have you ever done any nude scenes, Sir?”
He grinned. “Not as yet. Why, would you want me to?”
I opened the chocolate bar he’d handed me and took a bite of sweet, melty, chocolaty goodness. “No. I want the sight of you naked all to myself.”
Callum wiped away a drop of water that had dripped from the glass onto my breast. “Ditto, little miss. Unless we visit a club someday, though something tells me you won’t be ready for that for a while.”
Thinking of a roomful of naked submissives tied and teased and flogged and fucked, I frowned. “I don’t know. Maybe I could do it…”
“And if someone gets out a ball gag?” he asked quietly, taking my empty glass from me.
“Oh…” He had a point. I hadn’t even considered that. “Won’t you miss it, Sir? Going to clubs?”
Callum motioned for me to eat some more chocolate. “Maybe occasionally. But I’ve been there, done that. There’s nothing going on there that I need while I have you, and anyway, it’s probably best I stay away from that sort of place now that I’m doing this movie. The paparazzi would have a field day.”
I winced. “No kidding.”
Callum took my empty chocolate wrapper from me as I munched on the last mouthful, already feeling more human. Pain, pleasure and chocolate—I could live with subdrop to have more of those three things in my life.
I snuggled against him once he got settled against the pillows. “So did it happen the way you thought?”
“The scene, or the audition?”
“Both.”
He shrugged. “I was pretty sure I knew what I was doing for the audition. It was kind of nerve-wracking, with the stakes so high, but it went off like any other audition would.”
I envied his confidence. He must be used to the process by now, but in his place I would have frozen up, been terrified.
“As for the scene…” He tilted back my head and kissed me, then smiled down into my face. “It was nerve-racking too, in its own way, but I made it through and I think my little miss did as well.”
I wriggled around so I could look at him properly. “You were nervous? But you’ve been doing this for years!”
“Not with you.” He looked serious. “And I’ve screwed up enough with you already. I wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything to scare you.”
“I thought Doms were supposed to be super-confident all the time,” I teased.
“That’s another form of acting.” He shrugged. “Sometimes, we’re just as out of our depth as the subs are. But that’s a trade secret. If you tell any other subs, I’ll have to punish you.”
Watching him thoughtfully, I rested my chin on my knees, hugging them to my chest. “You didn’t screw up with me. I was screwed up to begin with, Sir.”
“Yeah, but giving you the full-on Dom routine didn’t help at all.” He ran a hand through his already mussed hair. “I’m just lucky I didn’t give you any panic attacks at work.”
I shook my head. He really didn’t seem to realise how safe I felt with him, even at the times when he was pushing me past what I thought I could take. “You’re more than I could have hoped for, Sir.”
* * * *
We dozed for a while after that. I must have been pretty deeply asleep at one point, because when I woke up Callum was sliding back into bed beside me and there were two mugs of coffee on the nightstand.
“So are you gonna stay in New York, or move to Hollywood with me?” Callum’s voice was casual, but he was watching me carefully. This really mattered to him.
I’d thought about it while he was away. “If I can find a good job in LA, I’ll move. But not before. I don’t want to be your kept woman, Sir.”
He raised an eyebrow. “But I want to keep you.”
“You know what I mean.”
Callum conceded, “I do. But I bet I can get you a job down there in about two weeks. I know people.”
“Are they all Doms?”
“Only a couple.”
I kissed his chest. “Okay, get me a job that pays okay and isn’t being the assistant you don’t even need…” I gave him a pointed look that made him laugh. “Then I’ll move out there with you.”
He nodded at the sketchbook sitting on one of the nightstands. “And I want you to design my decor and help me decorate my place from scratch. I like your ideas.”
“You were looking at that stuff?” I remembered the picture I’d started to draw of Callum last week, and my face heated. “H-how much of it did you see?”
Callum’s smile turned wicked—not that much different from his expression in the picture I’d sketched. Definitely intentional. “Like I said…I like your ideas. If you want to draw more pictures of me, though, I insist on modelling so that I can distract and seduce you.”
Before I could protest, he tumbled me onto my back on the mattress, his warm, strong body covering mine. I forgot all about my embarrassment as he pressed his lips to mine and demanded my full attention, taking my wrists and pulling them up over my head to pin them against the bed. Held securely by his grip, held captive by his body, I submitted completely, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Are you mine?” he asked roughly, his cock hard and warm against me.
“Completely, Sir.” It was true. I would do anything he asked, knowing that he respected me and my limits enough not to violate my trust. “Are you mine?”
He pinned my wrists with one hand now, so that he could stroke back my hair with the other. “Yes.”
“So when I get us matching collars, you’ll wear yours?” I gave him my most innocent look.
“Watch your step, little miss.”
One quick move of his hand, and the head of his cock pressed against my opening, pushing almost hard enough to gain entrance, but not quite. “You’ll never put a collar on me, and you know it,” he said against my lips, while I gasped and tried to move the final fraction of an inch that would get him inside me.
“Please take me, Sir…”
“Apologise for sassing your Dom.” His cock twitched, betraying how much it was costing him to restrain himself.
“I’m sorry—” I’d only just got the word out when he surged into me, filling me in one thrust. I tried to grab his ass, to push him deeper, but he was still holding my wrists and I couldn’t do anything but dig my heels into his buttocks.
He didn’t need the encouragement, setting a fast, hard pace from the start. No holding off, no teasing me now, just driving deep into me and retreating over and over until I was right on the edge of climax, trying to remember how to ask him for permission to lose myself.
He pinched my already sore nipple, as if knowing I only needed one final sensory push. I bit his shoulder as my orgasm crested, sweeping my conscious thought away with it and obliterating everything but the fluttering and clenching of my inner muscles, the euphoria of endorphins rushing through my system as Callum plunged deep into me, groaning out his own release.
As we clung together, trying to get our breath back, I trailed open-mouthed kisses over his shoulder. Yeah, I thought I could get used to being Callum Connors’ submissive.
Callum lifted his head, his eyes still hazy with the afterglow of his orgasm and his breathing ragged with exertion. Just looking at him made my heart—and inner muscles—flutter, and since he was still inside me, he felt it. A slow smile crossed his face as he watched me. Just the most beautiful man in the world, and he was my Dom. Somehow, he was my damn Dom.
Author’s Note
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About the Author
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.
About the Stories
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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