Free Not Your Damn Dom (Denial #2) by Amy Valenti

his breath through the waves of sensation.
    I cleaned his cock with my tongue as he came back to his senses, so mesmerised by his reaction that I barely noticed my own desire had yet to be fulfilled.
    Awareness returned to his expression as I sat back and wiped my mouth with my hand. “Still need to come, pretty girl?”
    I glanced down at my hand, still buried beneath the waistband of my jeans. “Yup. Wanna help, or do you just want to watch the show?”
    For a moment he just stared at me as though he couldn ’t believe I’d offered to give him a show. Had his girlfriends in the past all been meek and embarrassed? Suppressing laughter, I wriggled out of my jeans and parted my legs to let him watch me. The dull tingle roared back into an inferno of need as I rubbed moisture over my exposed pussy, slipped my fingers inside myself to draw out more, coating my clit with my juices before beginning to play again.
    He sat forward, tucking away his cock, and watched me intently, as though his life depended on what I ’d do next. “Slower.”
    He was directing me? Oh, God…
    “ You know, I haven’t actually been in a porn movie before, Mr. Director,” I teased him.
    “ If I see any acting, I’m gonna be seriously pissed off,” he returned with a mock scowl.
    Acting? There was no way I needed to fake it with him. He brought me halfway to climax just by looking at me sometimes. I slowed down my movements, moaning when my pussy tightened with need at the decreased pace. “I need more.”
    “ I know you do,” he growled. “But you can wait a little longer.”
    I cried out at the surge of heat his words brought. “God, no one has ever made me feel like this before.”
    His jaw tightened, and for a second I thought I ’d said something wrong, but he murmured, “A little faster now, but not as hard. Tease yourself for me.”
    I did as he said, my internal muscles fluttering. My eyes slid closed, but he told me, “Look at me. Just at me, pretty girl.”
    I trembled under his gaze, my breath fast and light, my hips rolling of their own accord. “I want you so much.”
    “ Harder. Faster. Give yourself what you need, and tell me when you’re nearly there.” His focus made my head spin. I moaned, rubbing my clit hard and fast, fingering myself with my other hand, staring into his eyes despite the urge to let all my senses turn inward.
    His eyes glittered with approving, mischievous lust. “Are you close?”
    My orgasm surged almost to breaking point, and I gasped, “I need to—”
    “ One second more,” he said, and I let out a high, keening noise I couldn’t remember ever making before, desperate for his permission.
    “ Please,” I gasped out, and he nodded, the non-verbal cue all I needed to tip me over the edge. Losing the battle to keep my eyes open, I lost myself in the surging tides of my climax, the knowledge that Spencer was watching me unspeakably hot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
    My world tilted and vaguely I realised that he ’d grabbed me, pulled me back into his lap and enfolded me in his arms. I trembled against his chest, wondering why I felt so undone by things that had never seemed all that intense before. It was him; it had to be him.
    “ You make me feel so…”
    The word el uded me so I trailed off, letting the slow stroke of his hand over my hair calm me through the aftershocks to a glow of contentment. When the doorbell rang, I tried to get up but my legs were still too unsteady.
    “ Stay here. I’ll go.” He lifted me out of his lap and placed me on the couch as though I were a china doll, fragile and precious. Then he strode out of the room before I could thank him for seeing to the food, leaving me to try to collect myself.
     
    Spencer
     
    I took the food from the delivery guy and tipped him probably twice what I should have, feeling shaken. I was losing ground fast. No matter how good my intentions were, I couldn’t stop myself from taking control of a scene— not a scene, not a