Not Your Damn Dom (Denial #2) (5 page)

“
Wow, that
was
a real compliment. I’m gonna faint.”

He drew the covers more securely around me.
“I’ll catch you. Need to be anywhere later today?”

I shook my head.
“I can stay as long as you want me here.”

He brushed his lips over my forehead as I closed my eyes.
“Then sleep for a while.”

Obediently, I let myself drift.

Spencer

Fuck, she even slept at my command. I held her as she dozed off, wondering how things could have gotten so turned around within the last hour. I
’d gone from pretending things were platonic between us, to refusing her advances, to giving in and fucking her hard, and then to round two before carrying her up to my bed. This wasn’t how I’d envisioned the day would go, even though I’d fantasised about having her here with me this morning.

Now I had some real time to think, I had to figure out how
to handle the situation. If I could keep D/s out of the equation, I had to. If I introduced her to my toys I’d just drag her into the same dark place I’d brought Kristin to, and I couldn’t stand to think of Alex in that kind of pain.

She had submissive tendencies, but she was refreshingly outspoken when it came to sex, unafraid to
pleasure herself in front of me. Though I was exhausted, my cock stirred slightly at the memory. She’d been amazing to watch.

Callum would call me chicken for not taking her down the submissive path, but I was
content to have this connection with Alex. Complicating it with D/s would be a recipe for disaster when we had so much to explore together without venturing out of vanilla territory.

Okay, maybe I was avoiding thinking about spanking
Alex’s ass, making her kneel for me, binding her in a rope harness and holding a vibrator against her clit while forbidding her to come…

That part of my life was over and I needed to accept it. It was finished. And the fact that I had this beautiful woman in my arms was proof enough that I didn
’t need D/s.

I
f Callum ever told Alex about my past, I’d kill him.

Alex
stirred slightly and murmured in my arms. I held her more securely and she quieted, as though sensing she was safe with me.

Is she safe with you?
a traitorous voice in the back of my mind asked.

I tensed up against the cold shiver that tried to take hold of me. I
’d die before I’d put her in emotional distress, and if that meant I had to shield her from my darker urges, then so be it. I could cope. Right?

My mind spun the same thoughts around for a few minutes more, but
Alex’s steady breathing and warm presence lulled me into sleep before too much longer.

Alex

Spencer looked different when he slept. Less guarded. Relaxed, even. I wondered if I’d ever see that kind of expression on his face while he was awake—if he’d ever let down his guard.

The woman who
’d hurt him must really have done a number on him. How had she managed to convince a guy like Spencer that he was the bad guy? It just didn’t make sense.

I watched him for a few more minutes before slipping out of his arms and over to the door in the corner I assumed would be the
bathroom. I was right. While I tidied my hair so I looked less like I’d stuck my finger in an electrical socket, I analysed my own expression in the mirror. It had been a while since I’d made time for a guy in my life, but I had no regrets or doubts when it came to Spencer—except that maybe he’d sabotage our relationship by trying to protect me from himself.

I
’d have to be on the lookout for that.

A few minutes later I slid back into bed with my new lover, with no intention of sleeping. Luckily for me, he was already awake.

CHAPTER FOUR

Alex

There was a gleam in Spencer
’s eyes that made me nervous. “What are you planning?”

I
’d done my morning warm-ups under his appreciative gaze, and now he inclined his head towards a horizontal bar apparatus. I approached it and reached over my head to put one hand on the cool metal. “You really think I’m strong enough to do pull-ups?”

He grinned, and wow
—the effect was stunning. I’d seen him sort of smile before, but never look like this. It was as though his sexily evil twin had come out to play, and I licked my lips, hardly realising what I was doing.

“
Other hand on the bar.”

I held on with both hands, and Spencer stepped in front of me. Without any warning, he tugged down my tight workout pants and rolled them all the way to th
e floor—my panties, sneakers and socks came off, too.

“
Spencer!” I gaped at him. “Aren’t we supposed to be working, here?”

“
We are.” He took hold of my hips, focusing my attention on him rather than the pulse pounding through my naked pussy. It was like I’d never get enough of him.

“
Then why am I half naked?”

“
Hmm.” He analysed me for a moment, then pulled my arms down from the bar and took off my sports bra before I could protest. “Now you don’t have to worry about that.”

I gave up as he placed my hands back on the horizontal bar. I couldn
’t deny I was intrigued about what he had planned.

He stepped back half a pace.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna pull yourself up as much as you can, and I’m gonna lick that pretty little cunt of yours. If you let yourself down, I stop until you get back into position. We clear?”

I stared into his eyes and wondered how the hell he
’d come up with that idea. Don’t get me wrong, it was sexy as hell, but I’d never done anything like it with anyone before.

I kind of loved that.

“We’re clear,” I confirmed softly.

Spencer leaned in and kissed me briefly.
“Ready when you are.”

I pulled down on the bar, testing its stability. It didn
’t budge. “Okay,” I murmured, as much to myself as to him. “Here we go.”

I raised myself by the power of my arms alone, getting just high enough that my hips reached Spencer
’s midsection. There was no way I could hoist myself much higher, surely? But then he lowered his head, bent his knees slightly, and put his hands under my ass—not enough to take my whole weight, but enough that he could coax my legs open and lick my wet pussy.

My arms trembled and I moaned, desperate to keep him there.
“Oh, my God, this is the best and worst idea ever…”

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent vibrations through my skin as he licked my pussy languorously, hitting my clit for a split second at a time, then shying away again every time I gasped. I held myself up for as long as I could, but then started to slip
, my strength waning.

“
I’m gonna fall!”

He helped me lower myself gently so that my feet touched the mat. I whimpered, looking up into his face imploringly as my arms and pussy ached
—one with exertion, the other with need. “Please don’t stop…”

He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m waiting to carry on where I left off. You just have to do your part.”

I rotated my shoulders, swung my arms for a second, then hoisted myself again with a grunt of effort.

True to his word, Spencer got straight back to it, this time not teasing me—going straight for my clit with deft licks that made me squeeze my eyes shut. My arms ached as my arousal built, and I shook in place before letting myself down. “No!”

He cupped my breasts in his hands, teased the nipples with thorough attention, and took my mouth hungrily. I longed to stroke my hand over the front of his pants, feel how hard he was for me, but I was too busy resting my arms for round three.

“More,” he whispered against my lips, and stepped back.

“
I hate you,” I complained, raising myself up again.

He caught me and guided my legs over his shoulders, taking some of my weight, giving me a break. His breath was hot against my inner thighs, my
pussy tightening at the nearness of his lips.

“
God, please don’t stop!” I kept myself as steady as I could, pleading with both my voice and my gaze.

He dove right back in,
giving my clit short, sharp bursts of suction that had me halfway to unravelling. I moaned and held onto the bar tightly, grateful for the support he was giving me. I could last longer now, and I was so close to falling apart…

The climax was frustratingly slow
to crest, leaving me gasping on the edge, clutching the bar and praying I’d have the strength to carry on until I tipped over the edge. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—”

He thrust his tongue inside me, returned it to my clit a moment later, sucked again, and I fell apart with a grateful cry, trying not to crush Spencer
’s head between my thighs as I lost it. “Oh, fuck… Oh, my fucking God…”

I was hanging by my fingertips now, Spencer supporting most of my weight as the orgasm swelled and ebbed inside me. He raised his head from my
pussy with a slow smile, watching me shudder into the afterglow with an intensity that would have made me self-conscious if I hadn’t been so undone. “Atta girl,” he said softly. “Just hold on a second more so I can put you down.”

I tensed my arms again, gritting my teeth.

He disentangled my legs from around his neck and gripped my waist, helping me back down to the ground. I flopped against him shakily, revelling in his body’s firmness against my sudden weakness.

“
Did that actually do my arms any good, or are we just working on my Kegels today?”

Spencer helped me down onto the mat, where I ended up in his lap.
“I think we can do both at the same time. Doubt it’ll catch on as something I can bring out a DVD for, though.”

“
I dunno—I think we could make a killing in the fitness video market.” I kissed him, trying not to smile as he returned it hungrily. His erection pressed against the back of one of my thighs where I was sitting in his lap, and I wriggled just enough to tempt him. “Give me a few minutes and we could try again with my legs around your waist.”

He tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back, the pain startling me, then surging in a rush of pleasure to my
pussy. As he nipped and kissed at my neck, I squirmed against his hard-on, already feeling my need resurface. He just felt so damn good…

I busied myself stripping him off, revealing his muscular chest, then kissing down his abs before making my way back up again. His groan of frustration made me giggle.
“Help me get you out of these pants and I’ll stop teasing.”

It took a matter of seconds to get him just as naked as I was, and with a growl he pulled me down onto his hard-on, pressing deep inside me. I rocked against him, rubbing my nipples against the firm planes of his chest, and he gripped my hips tightly.
“Hold on.”

I clutched his shoulders, unsure exactly what was coming, then squeaked as he somehow managed to rise from sitting on the floor to standing, without dislodging himself from inside me.
“You’re so strong.”

“
Like it?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

“
Oh, fuck, yes.”

His lips met mine in a hard, desperate kiss as he took one of my hands, guiding it back to the bar above me. I took hold with the other hand, too, and used the bar for
balance while my thighs gripped his waist.

“
I’m staying still,” he told me. “You want to fuck yourself on my cock? You gotta use your arms to get leverage.”

He was a cruel, sadistic, sexy, amazing bastard, and I wanted him so much. Pulling my weight off his cock, I rose up so that only the tip of him was still inside me. Then I lowered myself again as slowly as I could, teasing us both.
“You know my arms are gonna give out long before I’m done fucking you?”

He growled, hands lightly cradling my ass.
“Your mouth is just as dirty as mine. I fucking love that.”

“
Fuck, yeah.” I groaned and met his brief, searing kiss.

I upped the pace, hoisting and lowering myself as Spencer lost the battle not to move and met my thrusts with his. Bet
ween us, my arms were getting a workout and we were keeping up a good pace with the sex too. He gripped my hips as I began to lose strength in my arms, driving me down all the way onto his cock. “Arms around my neck.”

Relieved, I transferred my weight from the bar to him, sighing against his neck as my arms ached with relief.
“I like your kind of exercise.”

He carried me the few feet to the wall and slammed me up against it, knocking the breath from my lungs and his cock even deeper inside me.
“Oh!”

“
Too hard?” he asked, keeping me pressed against the wall even as he withdrew his cock almost all the way.

“
Feels good; don’t stop,” I gasped out, and he surged into me again, making me moan.

He took me hard against the wall, letting my arms rest, doing all the work. I tried to meet him halfway but he shook his head.
“Don’t overdo it or you’ll tear your muscles. Let me.”

I held on to his shoulders and did as he
’d commanded, loving how helpless I felt, how in control he was. Like I weighed nothing and all that mattered to him was bringing us both pleasure.

I
’d already come once, but the way he was taking me sent me higher and higher, spiralling towards the edge of reason again. I shuddered against him, arching my back, and he nipped one of my breasts between his teeth, sending a brief flare of pain down to join the molten pleasure between my legs. I lost it, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as my internal muscles clenched and released over and over, a deluge of satisfaction sluicing over my body as I gasped his name.

Spencer cursed something unintelligible against my shoulder and thrust into me hard, grinding his hips against mine as he found his o
wn release. I kissed his temple, and he slowly lowered me so that my feet touched the ground once more.

I kept going, sliding to the floor and pulling him with me. We curled up together with our backs against the wall, panting for breath, trying to come to terms with what had just happened.

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” I murmured.

He drew me closer, shifting my ass into his lap.
“That a good thing or a bad thing?”

“
Oh, it’s very good. Very, very good.” I shivered with the memory of his lips on my clit. “Got any more ideas like that to help my fitness?”

Spencer laughed softly.
“I can try to come up with a few things. But for now you need a break.”

“
Like you don’t?” I teased him.

“
I could put you on the weights and bench press you right now,” he teased right back.

I didn
’t doubt it. “But you’d be tired.”

“
You got me there.”

* * * *

Alex

I let myself into the house I shared with my best friend, Tobias, and tried not to look like I was in the end stages of my walk of shame. It didn’t work.

“
You stayed out all afternoon, all evening, all night and all morning, and now you have guilty tiptoeing face. Get in here and tell me about it, girlfriend!”

“How can I have a tiptoeing face?
And you can’t even see me right now.”

“I dunno, but you’re managing it.
And I don’t need to see you. Your desperate attempt to shut the door quietly is enough to incriminate you.”

I grinned and veered into the kitchen, where
Tobias was sitting with his feet up on the table, reading something on his tablet. Walking past him, I set coffee on to perk. “Would you believe me if I said I had a very long personal training session?”

Tobias smirked.
“Ooooh, someone’s been naughty…”

I hoped I wasn
’t blushing as my mind flashed back to the way Spencer had given me my unique workout earlier. “A little bit.”

He set down the tablet and gave me his full attention.
“Spill.”

Over coffee, and without giving too many intimate details, I told him about Spencer. It was strange to think that a few days ago he
’d just been a name on a piece of paper Callum had given me. Now he was the number one trending topic on my twittering mind, and I didn’t even know that much about him, really. Except for the physical stuff, of course. I was hoping to change that soon, if he’d even let me.