Yes, Alpha

by Merel Pierce

  “N-Now what?”

  He tossed his papers down on the table, sinking his hands into his pockets as he looked down on her from above. “That depends on you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, if you’re feeling brave enough, there’s plenty of time to have our first session tonight.”

  She chewed her lip, debating. “And if I don’t?” She squirmed a little at the thought.

  “If you don’t, I’ll call the car to take you home.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  The look he gave her was almost incredulous. “I think we both know the answer to that.” He crouched down beside her, lowering himself to eye level. “But if you aren’t ready, we’ll do it another night.”

  “Really? You’d wait?”

  He sighed, rocking back on his heels. “I’ve never taken a partner before, Meghan. Never an official submissive. I’m not looking to ruin it before we get started. This will be a new experience for both of us, in a way.”

  “Oh.” Her heart skipped a beat, his words fanning her minimal confidence with a warm rush of feeling. “So, you’ll be my first…”

  “And you’ll be mine.”

  She hesitated again, debating something that seemed to concern her. After a few seconds, she finally gathered whatever courage she’d required. “I’m not a virgin, I didn’t see that question on the survey. I know that matters to Alphas. If you picked me because you thought I was innocent, I’m not.”

  “That’s not why I picked you.” He smiled softly at her confession. “And that doesn’t matter to me, Meghan.”

  “I don’t want this to go beyond these walls. I’ve had enough of the boyfriend/girlfriend failed social experiment crap for two lifetimes. I know the contract says this is all about what happens here, but… This is only about what happens here.”

  Her insistence on keeping the relationship to what they shared in the club was disappointing, but not unexpected. Reminding himself that he’d be grateful for what she chose to give him of herself, he smiled for her. “There’s the spitfire I was talking about. I hear you, loud and clear.”

  Megan rolled her eyes. “Ok, then, let’s do it.”

  Daniel immediately began to purr. This time when his eyes dilated, he didn’t attempt to rein in his response. “Once we step into that room, Meghan, you are mine. You understand that, don’t you?” He extended his hand to her.

  Mutely, she nodded.

  “When you speak to me, I want you to address me as Alpha.”

  “Yes, Alpha. I understand.”

  She placed her palm in his, and she was quiet as he led her from the room. As they moved down the hall Daniel wound his fingers through hers, twining them together as he drew her closer to his side. Being a Saturday, the club was exceptionally busy, and crossing the lobby required more careful maneuvering to avoid the crush of patrons pressing in on them from all sides. Even if he hadn’t been holding her hand, he had a feeling she’d have been glued to his side. Chances were, she had no desire to repeat what had happened on her first visit.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Before long he was pulling them through the archway into the playroom hall, swiping his card at the first room they came across whose bulb was dark. He released her hand, pushing open the metal door and holding it as she passed through. Much as he had on her first visit, he turned to blind the window port and flip a switch that lit up a bulb in the hall outside. When he was finished, he turned to face her, loosening his tie as he took a step forward.

  “You forgot your jacket,” she murmured weakly, matching his approach with a slow retreat of her own. Suddenly, the excitement had taken a shift towards nervousness. “Should we go back and get it?”

  The male only smiled, banishing the thought with a flick of his wrist as he stalked forward.

  “Meghan?”

  “Y-Yes?”

  “Stop moving.”

  She did stop, much to her surprise. The male drew close, making a slow circle and dipping his nose to sniff at her hair. “Put your hands down at your sides.”

  Hands that had been clasped anxiously before falling to her sides, balling into fists as he came up against her from behind. There was only the faintest hint of pressure and heat, the slightest friction to suggest he was there. Then, he was nuzzling at her ear. “Keep them there, do you understand?”

  She nodded mutely, swallowing a little whimper at the sudden change in his behavior.

  Against her ear, the male hummed. “No nodding, Meghan. I want us to be certain we understand each other at all times, so please… Answer with words.”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Yes what, sweetheart?” he said with a purr as his teeth nibbled their way along her earlobe in a teasing pinch.

  Meghan squirmed.

  “Yes, Alpha.”

  “Good girl.” He slid around to her front, one hand cupping the side of her throat as its twin lowered to her waist. “Don’t worry, we’ll start out slow.” The male pressed his forehead to hers, still purring as he studied her expression. “But, I have been waiting all week for this… my Omega.”

  Then his mouth was crushing hers, his tongue pressing for entrance. With a squeak, she melted under the demand. The second her lips parted, he surged forward with a fierceness that made her knees go weak. The hand at her waist tightened, pressing her to the wall of his body and keeping her upright when her legs nearly failed her.

  This kiss was nothing like the one they’d shared Tuesday. Before, there had been gentle seduction. Now, there was earth-shattering dominance and passion. Meghan shivered, hands clutching at his forearms when she buckled under his intensity. He growled, and she whined and twitched, annoyed to feel hot slick leaking into her panties. He broke their kiss unexpectedly, pulling back to look down on her with now black eyes.

  “Do you remember what I told you about greedy girls?” he rumbled lowly.

  Dazed, Meghan pouted up at him, licking her lips and wishing he would give her back what he’d just taken away.

  “Think hard, little one.”

  She frowned, pout growing as she tried to focus on what he was asking her to remember.

  “Uh… greedy girls get spankings.”

  He nodded slowly, the dimple appearing in his cheek as her eyes widened with realization.

  “I told you to keep your hands at your sides. You didn’t.” He shifted her in his arms, turning her to face away from him.

  Meghan swayed, just lust-drunk enough not to panic immediately.

  “I thought keeping your hands to yourself might be a problem for you, and you certainly didn’t disappoint.” He purred, one hand splaying across her belly to press her back against him. “But I’m prepared to handle that.”

  “I-I’m sorry.”

  ***

  “Oh, I know sweetheart,” he cooed. “But don’t worry. The punishment will never outweigh the crime.” He shifted against her back, and when his free arm circled around in front of her, it held a long piece of velvety looking black fabric. “Go ahead. Take it.”

  Reluctant, she did as he bade. She pinched it carefully between two fingers, testing the plushness.

  “Both hands,” he murmured suggestively. “Feel how it stretches.”

  She blew out an anxious little breath before taking the fabric in both hands and giving it a little tug.

  “It’s soft, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Alpha.”

  “I’m going to take away the temptation to disobey for you. Until it becomes easier for you to listen.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Put your hands behind your back.” When she hesitated, his purr grew louder. “Relationships like this are built on trust. You’ve already taken that first step by agreeing, don’t hesitate now. Let me show you that you can trust me.”

  She was anxious when she lowered her hands to her sides, fabric hanging from her fingers. “I… I’ve only been with one Alpha before. I didn’t mention that before,” she confessed sh
akily. “I mean, I’ve been with other men, but...”

  His hands gently circled her wrists, easing them behind her back when she couldn’t find the courage to do it herself. “I am not that Alpha, Meghan. Relax.” The purred command forced the tension from her muscles, milking her anxiety down to a more manageable level. When her shoulders slumped in resignation, he crossed her wrists over one another and began gently wrapping the fabric around them. She gave a little whimper when he tightened the sash, and Daniel found himself giving her a little purr.

  “Open your hands.” She uncurled her fingers at his command, only to feel soft velvet pressed into her palm. “Close your fingers.” Again, she obeyed. “That is the end of the fabric that’s holding your bindings. It’s only tied in a bow. If you pull that, you’d be able to free yourself. Understand?”

  Slowly, she nodded. “Yes, Alpha. I understand.”

  It was their first interaction. Daniel knew by her fidgeting and tense shoulders that she was nervous. He decided to be generous, leaving her a way to be free if she couldn’t handle the intensity of the moment. Until she was comfortable with him, he’d continue to humor her.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, I want you on your knees on the bench.”

  The male’s continued purring was her saving grace. The stiffness of her movements was made smooth by the sound as it washed over her, helping her take those eight steps forward and crawl up on the leather padded seat, just as he’d told her. He trailed her progress, coming to stand behind her at the end of the bench.

  “Ass up, face down,” he instructed, his tone lined with encouragement just as soft and warm as the fabric that bound her wrists.

  She pinched her thighs together and leaned forward, struggling to find a way to do as he’d said without falling. Daniel alleviated the need to worry when he looped a hand through her elbow and held her weight as she tilted her torso towards the cushion. “Just be easy.”

  She angled her head, watching him over her shoulder as her cheek pressed against the cool leather.

  “Good.” He looked down at her. “Five swats. That’s what your slip up has earned you. I want you to count them out loud. Can you handle that?”

  “Yes, Alpha.” She whimpered, her unintentional squirming bringing attention to the fact that the backs of her thighs had been made bare by the action. “I-I can handle it.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  He flipped her skirt up, smoothing it down over her waist to bare her ass for him. A low, guttural growl erupted from the male’s chest at the sight he’d exposed, and Meghan gasped as a fresh wave of slick saturated her panties.

  “Oh, sweetheart…” He moaned, his hands spreading over the globes of her ass, fingers pressing and kneading at the pillowy flesh. “Did you wear these for me?”

  Meghan bit her lip, a hot flush staining her cheeks. “Yes.”

  She closed her eyes when his hands skimmed over her flesh, one finger hooking under the scrap of fabric nestled between her cheeks. He gave it a little tug, pulling the lace up snug against her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched, desperately trying to keep in the evidence of her arousal.

  “Mmm, thank you.” One hand came to curl around her hip, his other palm still smoothing over her skin as teasing fingers dared to brush lightly against the swell of her sex when he made his way from one side of her ass to the other. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded. It was all she could muster. Thankfully, he took mercy on her and didn’t chastise her lack of a proper response.

  “Don’t forget to count, Omega.”

  He continued his petting and stroking for a few moments longer, but she knew it was coming when his fingers tightening against her hip. She closed her eyes, tensing anxiously as she waited for the punishment to begin.

  The first hit landed full across the left side of her ass, the stinging force of the strike jolting her forward. Meghan gasped, wriggling as the sting turned to throbbing heat and spread across her skin. “Uhn. One,” she grunted. Daniel’s hand made one gentle pass over her burning cheek before its weight vanished.

  The second strike landed on the opposite side of her ass, and Meghan grit her teeth against a whimper when the bite of it had unexpected tears springing to her eyes. “Two.”

  “Good girl,” he crooned. The next drop of his hand landed dead center, catching both cheeks at once.

  She yelped, instinctively trying to struggle away from the pain.

  “Ah, ah. Stay, sweetheart.” The fingers pressing into the meat of her hip tightened in subtle warning. “What number, Meghan?”

  “T-three.” She sniffled, both frustrated and confused by the fact that she could feel slick gathering at her entrance even through the pain. Trapped between the uncomfortable sensations of a wet thong and a burning backside, she couldn’t help but squirm. When she felt his weight shift, Meghan rounded her spine like a submissive dog, hoping to lessen the impact of the strike she knew was coming.

  He paused, his free hand appearing near the base of her spine. There, he pressed gently as he birthed another growl, and the combination of force and the effects of his rumble had her ass arching upwards in invitation. He let his fingers slide down her backside, teasing over inflamed skin before they slipped away to take advantage of her momentary incapacitation.

  The last two swats came in such quick succession that she could only squeal, a little sob breaking loose as she buried her face against the cushion and gasped. “F-four, five!” She was ashamed when another sob followed, a shuddering breath echoing through her entire body. The hand on her hip loosened, drifting down to join its twin in the task of caressing her reddened cheeks.

  ***

  “Shh, you’re okay.” His fingers smoothed and kneaded, his renewed purr easing the tremble she’d unknowingly developed. The sight of her ass made pink by his hand had his cock rock hard, straining against his trousers uncomfortably. “Such a good girl.” The next press was his lips on the mound of one ass cheek, a warm tongue darting out to taste her skin as he kissed and stroked his way across the expanse of her backside. He worshiped the inflamed skin as long as he dared let himself, until he grew concerned that if he didn’t stop, he might take it further than he intended.

  “You took your punishment well, sweetheart,” the male cooed warmly. “So well, I think you deserve a reward.” Two fingers traced down the valley between her cheeks, teasing over the fabric of her panties and making her leg jerk in response.

  He planted one final kiss on her ass, teeth pinching the skin playfully as his hands ran up her sides and around her middle, pressing flat over her ribcage beneath her breasts. He hauled her upright, leaning her back against his abdomen where he could cradle her gently. Her bound hands came level with his groin, where he was surprised to feel her trying to cup his hardened cock through his pants. He hummed above her head, eyes closing briefly as his meat twitched between her palms. “As much as I adore your eagerness, that’s not what I had in mind.”

  He slid a hand up her torso to her throat, tilting her head back so she was forced to look up at him. “Next time, maybe.” The dimple appeared in his cheek again as he took a step back, pulling her with him and setting her on her feet. He turned her in the circle of his arms, lowering his head to kiss her as she came to face him. She made a soft noise, leaning into his chest as she opened her mouth readily when his tongue bade entrance. He had no doubt if her hands hadn’t been bound, they would likely have ended up in his hair. He was grateful he’d bound her now. He didn’t think he could take it.

  She gave a little purr of her own, arching up onto her tiptoes in a bid to get closer to the male who was overpowering her senses with not much effort at all. The noise was like music to him, vibrating through his body and setting his nerves alight with sensation. Had an Omega ever purred for him? It was a beautiful sound. “What a sweet little purr you have,” he murmured huskily. “Such a generous girl, purring for her Alpha.” He pressed an almost chaste kiss to her forehead, his ha
nds coming to her shoulders as he urged her to sit. She did so gingerly, reminded of her spanking when the fabric of her skirt slid down over sensitive skin as it fell into place. “Stay.”

  She blew out a shaky sigh, rubbing her still bound wrists together awkwardly. Daniel lowered himself to his knees before her, settling back on his heels. She licked her lips as she watched him, the dark spread of her pupils telling him that she hadn’t been ready for him to stop kissing her. She wanted more. He was glad.