Not Your Damn Dom (Denial Book 2) Page 4

  “Seducing you.” She looked back at me over her shoulder, still grinding her ass against my cock. Her lips were parted, her expression full of desire. “Am I being inappropriate?”

  “Yes.” My words and my actions didn’t match up. My hips bucked against her, doubling the friction between our bodies, and I slid my hand up her stomach, stopping at the lower curve of her breast.

  “Touch me,” she whispered. “Please.”

  A voice from the past echoed in my mind, stilling my hips and my hand abruptly. Please touch me, Sir. Please, please touch me…

  Kristin’s memory gave me the strength to break away from Alex, and I stepped back abruptly. “Not gonna happen. I’m sorry.”

  Alex

  My body was such a mess of hormones that I almost couldn’t comprehend what he was telling me. No? He was saying no, even though he’d just been rubbing his cock over my ass?

  Was he looking to join the priesthood, or something?

  He turned away from me and shed the protective padding covering his forearms, then his shin pads, dropping them to the floor as I watched. The tension within him was obvious, and I was pretty sure I could crack his resolve not to touch me if I put my mind to persuading him…but if the tables were turned, I’d expect him to back off if I asked him to. I couldn’t act as though his refusal was any less valid than mine would be.

  Quietly, I left the room, returning to the gym area and heading over to the rack where the hand-weights were. If I wasn’t going to have hot sex with a powerfully alluring man, at least I could do what I’d initially come here for—working on my muscle tone.

  After stripping off my own padding, I picked up the weights Spencer had recommended I use on my first day of training with him. They already seemed easier to handle than they had a couple of days ago, and I concentrated on the flex of each muscle as I worked my biceps, then my triceps the way Spencer had shown me. The exertion distracted me from my insecurity, but my arms began to shake too soon for my liking. I wanted to keep working, keep focused on something that didn’t make me want to cry or yell or beg.

  Callum had said Spencer was stubborn, but I hadn’t quite believed how stubborn. Whatever his issues were, I obviously couldn’t hope to break through them. It was kind of a blow to my ego, but it was more than that.

  I’d actually hoped he’d let me past his defences to reach the man inside. For some reason I desperately wanted to meet that Spencer—the one who smiled, the one who cracked the occasional dry joke. Okay, so his gruffness was a major turn-on too, but without the other side to him it was like I was only seeing half of the man.

  And when had this become more meaningful than me just wanting him to fuck me?

  “Alex.”

  I registered his voice behind me a split second before he grabbed one end of the weight in my right hand. I didn’t let him take it, frowning up at him in a wordless question. What?

  He tugged again, pulling the weight out of my grasp and setting it back in the rack. “You’re overdoing it.”

  Wordlessly, I let him take the other weight. Once he’d put it back, he turned to me, his expression serious.

  “You keep doing that and you’ll hurt yourself.”

  Something told me he wasn’t just talking about overusing the weights.

  “I can take care of myself.”

  He shook his head. “Everyone can take care of themselves…until they can’t.”

  I caught a glimpse of a pain so deep it stole my breath. He hid it quickly, but my chest ached with sympathy for him. “Someone hurt you.”

  He didn’t reply, didn’t look at me. Shutting himself down.

  I took a step closer to him. “How long has it been? Weeks? Months?”

  “Years.” His voice was husky.

  Another step. “Been with anyone since?”

  Spencer didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. As I took a third step toward him, he glanced over at me and the stark hunger in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He hadn’t touched a woman since the bitch who’d hurt him years ago. She’d damaged him badly.

  And from what Callum had said about him wanting to protect me from his issues…Spencer must have decided it was his fault.

  “Trust me.” I took the final step, slid my hand up over his jaw, his stubble tickling my palm. He closed his eyes, a frown creasing the skin between his eyebrows.

  It felt as though I were taming some kind of fierce beast. He was practically vibrating with tension, holding himself back from what we both knew he needed, and at any moment he could pounce. The difference between me and a lion tamer was that I actually wanted him to lose that control. To launch himself at me and sate his hunger.

  “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” He put his hand over mine, stopping me from moving my fingers down his neck or any lower. “I’m saying this for your own good. Walk away, Alex.”

  I ignored his command. “I know what I want you to be getting into.”

  He actually growled, and my pussy tightened with need. If he snapped, I just knew I was gonna be in for the ride of my life…

  “Can you look me in the eye and tell me you want me to walk away? Or are you just saying it because you think you should?”

  He shifted his weight, and I caught a glimpse of his hard-on as the material of his sweatpants dragged over it. I hadn’t been able to tell how big he was when he’d been pressed against my ass, but now I knew. He was longer and thicker than average, and I imagined he’d be hot and hard and tempting under my fingers.

  I didn’t reach out to check, but it took all my willpower.

  He noticed my interest, readjusted his pants and sighed. “Quit looking at me like that.”

  His control was superhuman. I was seriously impressed. “I want you inside me.”

  He gritted his teeth, trying to stare me out. I imagined his cock twitching under my hand, reacting to my words. “No.”

  “You could just rip off my panties and drive your cock right in there. I’m healthy and on the pill. And I’m guessing you’ve been tested since your last time…”

  From the way he shuddered with the effort to remain still, I was pretty sure I was right. His expression was tormented. There was no reason we couldn’t get busy right here and now if he’d only allow it, and we both knew it.

  “Provoking me isn’t a good idea, Alex.”

  He really wasn’t going to give in, was he?

  “Okay,” I said, and stepped back. “I’ll go.”

  My pulse was pounding through my pussy, my breathing shaky, but somehow I managed to get to the office doorway to pick up my bag.

  I made it as far as the sparring mat in the adjoining room before he caught up with me, spun me violently to face him and crushed his lips down against mine.

  Yes!

  I cried out with relief into his mouth, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. Every drop of sexual energy I had, I poured into that kiss, trying to provoke him, entice him into doing anything he wanted to me. He held me as if I weighed nothing at all, kneading my ass with both hands, nipping my lower lip between sizzling kisses.

  Vaguely I registered that he’d lowered himself onto the mat with me still held in his arms so that I straddled him, grinding my clit down over his erection. God, he was so hard for me. The mental gratification that he desired me this much was almost as pleasurable as the friction between our bodies.

  Urgently he tugged down my tight, three-quarter length workout pants, spilling me from his lap down onto the mat so he could drag the item of clothing free of my legs. I lost my sneakers and socks in the process before regaining the presence of mind to pull down his sweatpants and boxer briefs.

  Spencer virtually slammed me down onto the mat, startling the breath out of me, and pinned my wrists over my head with one strong hand. “You ready for me?”

  “Since the moment I saw you—oh!”

  He trailed his hand roughly through the wet heat between my legs, catching my clit at the end of th
e stroke, and I could have sworn a ripple of yearning went through both of us in synchrony. Before I could do more than arch into his touch, he pressed his cock against my entrance and drove inside forcefully, filling me, stretching me.

  He pressed his forehead against mine, breathing hard, staring down into my eyes. “I’m not gonna be able to hold back for long.”

  It wasn’t exactly a surprise, given how long he’d abstained from sex, and I was fine with that. “Don’t worry. I can take care of myself if you let go of my hands…”

  “Next time, you won’t have to,” he vowed, his cock jumping inside me. Releasing his grip on my wrists, he rocked his hips back to plunge back in again, even deeper than before.

  The rhythm he set was fast, almost punishing, but the pounding I was getting along with the slick friction of my fingers against my clit drove my arousal to new heights. I rubbed fast and hard, seeking relief from the tension that had been building for days, my breath catching as want turned to need and I reached the point where I couldn’t have made myself stop if I’d wanted to.

  Spencer thrust into me again and again, managing even in his frenzy to angle his hips to hit the sweet spot inside me. “You feel so fuckin’ good,” he growled in my ear, sending a fresh wave of tingles through my skin. “God, Alex…”

  I moaned incoherently in response, my thighs shaking on either side of his pistoning hips, just seeking one final push to get me off…

  Spencer groaned and ground his hips against mine, his body shuddering through his climax, pressing me more firmly into the mat below me. The feel of his hot, shaky breath against my neck was all I needed, and I froze for a second as the torrent of pleasure surged over me, then washed me away from sanity completely. Every deep pulse of my pussy made me tremble and buck against Spencer in a sensual dance that slowed gradually to stillness and afterglow.

  The best part, though, was when he rolled me on top of him and wound his arms around me, holding me tightly against him, our bodies still interlocked. I snuggled closer to this powerful, handsome man and smiled. I was exactly where I wanted to be right now.

  Spencer

  It felt so wrong and yet so right holding Alex in my arms. It had been so long since I’d had any kind of sexual contact with anyone that I’d forgotten how intense it could be. It was fucking embarrassing to have finished so quickly, but Alex had taken it in stride and feeling her climax around me had been amazing. Fuck, more than amazing.

  Now she was nestling close to me, her breathing still ragged from exertion, and my endorphins were starting to fade. Doubt began to claw at the corners of my brain but I shook it off. What was done was done, and there was no point worrying about it until the consequences revealed themselves.

  “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she teased, lifting her head from my chest and grinning at me.

  Not bad? God, the things I wanted to do to her now…and half of that I wasn’t even allowing myself to think about. Instead of answering, I kissed her, sitting up with her still held close to me.

  She hummed against my lips, smiling a little, and kissed me right back, her arms around my neck. I was still deep inside her, my cock already hardening again, and she shifted herself in my lap, breaking the kiss. “Ready to go again already? That’s pretty impressive, Mr. Hyde.”

  I smiled a little. “You asked for this.”

  “Yes, I did.” She sighed with satisfaction and lifted herself out of my lap, sliding up my cock and then slowly back down. “And if you don’t object, I think I’ll be asking for it a lot.”

  I was gonna have to set myself boundaries. Vanilla boundaries. But sex with Alex was something I was already hooked on after just one taste. “You don’t even have to ask.”

  She kept moving, deliciously slowly, while I helped her out of her sports bra. Beneath, her breasts were heavy and enticing, the dark pink nipples hard and begging to be pinched. I shoved the thought of nipple clamps to the back of my brain and cupped her breasts in both hands, pushing them up towards my lips.

  “Mmmm…” She threw her head back, arching against my mouth as I tormented a hard peak in my mouth with my tongue. She was sensitive there, then—good to know.

  Her inner muscles tightened around my hard-on as she drew herself back down into my lap. “Oh God, you’re…”

  She began to move faster, almost bouncing in my lap, riding my cock with swift, sweet tilts of her hips that made my muscles coil tighter with need.

  “Fuck…” I grabbed her ass, her hips, helping her to move as she began to tense up with the need for release. “I wanna watch you come.”

  God help me, she grabbed her own breasts, rubbing her nipples between her fingers, and I nearly exploded just watching it. I slipped my fingers into her folds, finding her small, hard clit, and lightly teased around it, testing her sensitivity. She shivered against me, her breath catching, and I slammed her down harder on my cock, needing nothing but to push her over the edge and to watch her fall apart.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded, opening her eyes and staring straight into mine. “I need you so much.”

  As she tightened around me, her orgasm so close I could almost sense it myself, I moved her so swiftly that she cried out, gripping my shoulders and holding on for the ride. “Oh, God—oh, God…”

  Her mouth opened in a silent scream that never made it past her lips, her focus completely internal on the pleasure rushing through her. She squeezed my cock so hard that I almost lost it, but with an orgasm behind me I had enough control to keep it at bay and just watch her ride it out. Fuck, she was so beautiful when she came.

  “Look at me, Alex,” I murmured, and she opened her eyes slowly, her expression hazy with fulfilled lust.

  I pressed down on her clit, worked it just right, and she cried out sharply as a second climax shook her body. This time I couldn’t help myself—I came with her, bucking up into her sweet, tight cunt and losing it for the second time in just a few minutes.

  “Mmm…” Dazed, she cuddled up against me, making me smile. “I could just curl up and fall asleep with you.”

  It was only about two in the afternoon but I was feeling the need for a nap myself. Luckily, we didn’t need to go far.

  As soon as I trusted my legs, I got to my feet, still holding Alex, and carried her over to the door that led upstairs to my apartment. I hadn’t brought a woman here since…but that was another thing I wasn’t thinking about.

  Alex

  The feel of cool sheets against my naked skin revived me a little, and as Spencer slid into the bed next to me I looked around the expansive bedroom. It was a typical guy’s room—navy blue and white decor, not much in the way of clutter. Pretty tidy, to say Spencer hadn’t bargained on bringing a woman up here.

  “Nice place.”

  He was a little more closed off than he had been earlier, but I’d gotten a foot in the door, I sensed. Maybe I’d get the whole way through one of these days.

  Spencer glanced around dismissively. “It’s home.”

  I curled up closer to him. “I want to say I’m sorry I seduced you, but I’m not.”

  He shrugged with one shoulder. “As it turns out, I’m not either.”

  I looked up at him, trying to discern whether he really meant it. “Are you okay?”

  “There’s a seductive, determined, naked woman next to me in my bed. Course I’m okay.” That small smile I was coming to love again.

  “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.

  If 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.