Overzealous Alphas

by Elizabeth Knox

  “I need to take a leak. STAY HERE. I’ll be back soon.”

  All she does is smile.

  I head toward the back of the bar and find the male toilets. Stepping into the first empty cubicle I take a seat and pull my hair. Why the hell won’t this chick fall at my knees like every other girl I’ve met before? Why can’t she just do as she’s told and be mine? If she doesn’t I’m going to lose my fucking mind and lose the game next Sunday. That can’t happen. I won’t let that happen.

  Clenching my fist, I take my frustrations out on the toilet wall then take a moment to straighten my shirt and hair before returning back to my seat.

  As I get closure I can see that the booth Sianna and I were sitting in is empty.

  “FUCK!”

  Everyone stops what they’re doing and stares at me. Our waitress from earlier rushes over and hands me a card.

  “What’s this?” I ask as I snap the white business card free from her hands.

  Fuck me if she asks me to sign it or asks for my number I’m going to start ripping this joint apart causing more damage than a fucking cyclone would.

  “She asked me to give you this.”

  “She? She as in the girl I was sitting with?”

  “Yes, Mr. Heat.”

  I flick the card over in my hand. An address and a small love heart are all that’s written and is all the information I need.

  Running out of the club I hail the first taxi I see and hand him the card with the address to my girl’s apartment on it.

  SIANNA

  I haven’t got much time. Preston will be here soon and it’s been awhile since I’ve entertained a guy here so I need to get ready.

  If Mr. Heat wants a nice girl during the day and a whore - as he puts it - at night, then I’m afraid he’s going to get a very real and somewhat painful introduction to what he’s in for with me.

  I like to have sex. I like to fuck and I like to be in control when it comes to all things sexual. You see my first sexual experience left me broken, bruised and wary.

  A guy who I thought was my friend raped me. Turns out he knew what to say and how to act to get what he wanted, but the bottom line was I didn’t want to give him what he thought he had a right to take, so he raped me. He was charged and spent time in prison, but chose to end his life once he got out. He’s no longer a threat to me, or to any woman for that fact, but my need to be in control, while in the bedroom, consumes me.

  As a woman heading into my senior year at college I decided then and there that I would devote my life to putting scum like that behind bars. I also decided that I will never allow a man to have control over me in the bedroom ever again, so I take matters into my own hands now. I find most guys like what I do and are happy to play along; after all they’re getting laid. Just as long as I get to come and I’m safe, I’m happy being the dominant one while in the bedroom. It’s as necessary to me as the air that I breathe.

  Three loud knocks are thrust upon my apartment door.

  He’s here and I’m ready.

  Reaching the door, I peer through the peephole and find a panting Preston Heat. He wipes the beads of sweat from his brow using the back of his hand then knocks rather abruptly on my door once more.

  Ripping the door open I grab his wrist and cuff him before he knows what’s hit him. Shocked to say the least, he falls forward as I pull him into my apartment. Slamming the door behind him I take his cuffed hand and place it behind his back. Working quickly, I take his other hand and cuff it too.

  “What the fuck is going on?” he asks as he tests the strength of the cuffs on his wrist.

  Satisfied that he is well restrained I stalk out from behind him and stand before him. My eyes already adjusted to my purposely dimly lit apartment, I watch as his slowly adapt allowing him to take me in from head to toe.

  “Jesus Christ Sianna. You look fucking hot. Can you get these things off me please, I want to touch you?”

  “Ah you see, Mr. Heat, you’re on my turf now which means that while you are here, behind closed doors, you will be at my mercy. You will do what I want you do to, you will act the way I want you to act and you will wear what I want you to wear. Got it.”

  I swear he’s knees are shaking as he shuffles forward to help steady his stance.

  “GOT IT?” I yell snapping him free of his trance.

  “Got it. Yeah, I’ve got it. So, what happened to the meek and mild good girl you lead me to believe you are?”

  I step toward him wearing black pumps, matching black lace stockings and a strapless, figure hugging black corset. He takes me in as I press my chest towards him, my nose touching his. He tilts his head wanting to kiss me, but I don’t let him.

  I call the shots in here pal.

  “Surely a man of your social stature has learnt not to believe everything he hears or reads.”

  “Touché,” he says as he takes a step toward me, once again searching for my lips with his.

  With my hands to his chest I pull him towards me, then throw him in the direction of my couch. Stumbling in the dark he does well to avoid connecting his shin with my coffee table before coming to rest in a rather awkward position on the couch. I place my heel, with a little more force than is intended, on his chest, which gains his instant attention.

  “What the fuck?”

  “Don’t you what the fuck me Mr. Heat. I told you. I am in control now. You don’t get to do anything unless I say so. GOT IT?”

  A smirk spreads across his luscious lips. Lips I will kiss and use when I want them, not when he wants. Preston Heat, while in the confines of my apartment will bow down to me, especially if he wants me to bow down to him while we’re outside of these walls.

  “Get to your feet.”

  He does as he’s told.

  “Now get your ass into my bedroom and wait for my command.”

  PRESTON

  Jesus sweet mother of Mary, what the hell have I gotten myself into here?

  I’m so fucking turned on right now, but I’m kind of scared too.

  Sianna has made it quite clear that she’s in control when it comes to sex and even though I was happy for her to suck me off at the strip club I’m not sure I’m ready to give up all of my choices when it comes to having sex. I’m a man for fuck’s sake. I’m the one who should be driving my aching cock into her wet pussy not lying back and taking whatever it is she wants to give. But what choice do I have. She’s got me handcuffed. Maybe next time I turn up here I won’t let her be so quick to cuff me.

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  “For a start I’m going to ask you to shut the fuck up or else I might have to gag you.”

  Christ. Is she serious? Would she do that? Looking around her bedroom I see four sets of satin rope hanging from each corner of her king size, four-poster bed. A piece of red sheer material hangs over the bedside lamp limiting the light in the room, but at the same time making it feel as naughty and sexy as hell.

  “Now Preston, I have to ask, will you be a good boy and play along with me tonight?”

  “If by that you mean give up my manhood and let you do all of the work?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well I guess I’m game to try anything once, but I must tell you that I would love to show you what I can do to you one night.”

  “I’ll be the one to decide whether or not that will happen.”

  She’s behind me. I can feel her breath on the back of my neck. With her high heels on she’s nearly as tall as me, which also makes me feel a little inferior. Reaching her hands around my body she begins to undo the buttons on my shirt. Her heaving breasts press against my back turning me on even more. Using my hands, even while cuffed I’m able to reach out and rub my fingers against her pussy. It’s a big risk considering I’m cuffed and are unable to save myself from falling if she were to throw me around again, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

  To my surprise she stays within my reach. She’s so fucking wet. Fuck my cock is hard. I w
ish I could adjust it in my jeans. I keep rubbing her clit with two of my fingers. She moans in appreciation.

  “Do you like that baby?” I ask.

  Ripping the remaining buttons free from my shirt she pulls my now ruined shirt over my shoulders and holds me in place.

  “What the fuck do you think?”

  I’m honestly not sure whether I should answer her or not.

  “Now you told me that you would be a good boy and play along, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Okay. Well I’m going to un-cuff you now and I’m going to ask you to lie on your back with your arms and feet stretched out toward the post. Can you do that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Will you do that?”

  “Yes.”

  I’m actually really looking forward to what’s coming next. I’m hoping she sucks my dick the way she did that night at the club. Fuck that was hot. Sianna’s got a fantastic mouth and her power to suck the shit out of me is to be commended.

  SIANNA

  To my surprise as soon as I have freed Preston’s hands from the cuffs he lays down on the bed with his arms and legs outstretched.

  He’s size is more evident like this. He could almost grab each post with his hands and rest his feet against the others. I work quickly to tie his hands before moving to his feet. He still has his jeans on and with his hands now tied it’s up to me to rid him of his pants.

  Looking down at him in this dull light I can almost see the whites of his eyes as he realizes what I’m about to do. A rather impressive bulge tweaks in his pants. His cock must be aching to be released. Who am I to make his poor cock suffer any longer?

  Kneeling on the bed I ask him to bring his legs together. He does. For the sake of flirting I straddle Preston’s taut mid section, my crotch-less ass facing him, and begin to unbutton his jeans. Lifting his hip, Preston helps me to push his pants down with ease. Black trunks are the only thing left between Preston’s throbbing cock and my mouth as I lean forward to rid him of his jeans. I know he’s watching me closely by the way he speaks.

  “Oh fuck me you’re so fucking hot. What I would do to you and that fine ass of yours if I weren’t tied to this bed.”

  “Ahh but you are tied to my bed, Mr. Heat. You’re in my bedroom now which means that you have to play by my rules.”

  The sound of his frustrated head being thrown back against my pillow makes me laugh to myself. Mr. Preston Heat, this country’s greatest quarterback and one of the hottest guys ever, is tied to my four-poster bed desperate to be fucked yet helpless to do anything about it.

  Oh, don’t you worry Mr. Heat. You’re going to get fucked. You’re going to get fucked good.

  Leaving his trunks on for now I climb off the bed and begin to tie his feet. Now I have him exactly where I want him. I stalk around my bed grazing my eyes over the man I have captured in my keep. Preston’s fierce blue eyes burn my skin as he watches my every move. He seems to be silently begging me to give him pleasure, which I will, but not before I get mine.

  In an effort to heighten his angst I leave the room.

  “Where are you going?” he yells. “You can’t leave me here like this?”

  “I might if you don’t shut up.”

  Silence.

  I have him right where I want him. This will teach him for wanting a meek and mild, dressed like a nun trophy wife hanging off his arm while in public. If that’s what he wants from me then this is what I want from him. I wonder if he’ll change his mind about pursuing a relationship with me after tonight. My heart hurts thinking about it. Maybe I should go back in there, set him free and let him fuck me the way he wants. NO! I can’t. I can’t give any man that level of control. Not yet.

  No, tonight I am going to toy with Preston Heat like a cat would his prey. Tonight, Preston Heat is mine.

  PRESTON

  Where the fuck has she gone? Oh man this isn’t fair. I hate not being in control of a woman especially in the bedroom. This seemed like a bit of fun at first, but this is where a man is at his most dominant. Or at least should be. Why the hell did I agree to being tied to this godforsaken bed in the first place? Fuck!

  I hear footsteps. I can’t see her, yet I can feel her presence. The bed moves. Raising my head, I can see she’s between my legs.

  Oh fuck me Sianna, please, please touch me before I explode.

  She doesn’t. Instead I’m rewarded with her wet tongue trailing the length of my right leg all the way to the edge of my Calvin Klein’s. Grasping them with her teeth she tugs at the material causing slight friction against my cock.

  “These trunks of yours are in my way Preston. You wouldn’t mind if I cut them off you, would you?”

  Fuck no!

  Before I can answer I feel the coolness of steel against my skin. The sound of material being cut seems to be amplified in my ears as I look down and watch her cut my trunks.

  “Careful now,” I warn. God knows I don’t need her cutting too close to my cock.

  “What are you worried about Preston?”

  “You cutting something you’re not supposed to cut.”

  “Like this,” she teases as she directs the scissors closure to my dick.

  “YES THAT.”

  She laughs. “Your problem is that you demand too much control over, I’m thinking, everything. But if you want me to be ‘your girl’ then you will have to give up all control in the bedroom. Maybe you should think long and hard about that.”

  With my trunks now cut to shreds Sianna runs her index finger along the length of my cock as she says the words ‘long and hard.’

  She’s got me exactly where she wants me, but I’m not sure I could do this every time we have sex. I enjoy taking a woman in my arms, stripping her naked and making her mine. It’s what men are supposed to do isn’t it?

  “Oh what is this?” she asks as she moves to the side of me, her eyes still trained on my cock.

  Glistening pre-cum connects from the tip of my cock to the skin just under my belly button.

  “Allow me to clean that up for you Mr. Heat.”

  “Yes.”

  Sianna’s hot mouth engulfs my cock making my entire body tense.

  “Mmmm yummy,” she says as she licks her lips.

  “I wish I could taste you.”

  My comment causes her to stop what she’s doing. Christ why did I have to open my big mouth.

  “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

  What?

  Siannas right leg swings across my face and instantly my eyes can see nothing other than the beautiful moist folds of her sex.

  FUCK ME!

  Slowly she lowers herself onto my face. Driving her sex into my face I begin to lick and taste her so feverishly I hear the bed creak due to my arms pulling on my restraints.

  She lifts herself free and tells me to calm down and be gentle on her.

  I take two deep breaths then she lowers herself again.

  Oh my god, she tastes so fucking good. Christ I could eat her pussy all day long and still want more.

  Concentrating on Sianna and her delicious pussy makes me forget about my aching cock. That is until she wraps her lips around it.

  Searing pain jolts through my body. I want to thrust my hips and set a faster pace, but every time I move she stops sucking me and denies me her pussy.

  Working together we begin to feel the benefits of our slow torture. Sianna begins to moan while her mouth remains tight on my cock. The vibration makes me moan too causing her to vocalize her pleasure even more. Within moments we’re both moaning, humming, while our mouths are wrapped around each other’s sex.

  Suddenly she breaks free and stops what she’s doing.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “Nothing. You almost made me come, that’s all.”

  “Is that such a bad thing?”

  “No, but I want to come while I’m riding your cock.”

  Well who am I to argue.

  Sianna, still dressed in her
sexy as hell black lingerie climbs off the bed and opens the top draw of her bedside table. Removing a condom, she rips the packet open and nimbly rolls the latex onto my throbbing cock.

  Taking a moment to admire her handy work she then straddles my hips. With her hands pressed firmly beside my head she leans toward me. Expecting a kiss I’m surprised to feel her tongue lash across my lips instead. She tastes herself on my mouth. Oh my fucking god this girl is hot.

  Giving in she kisses me. Deep. Hard.

  My only hope now is that she fucks me just as hard.

  “Are you ready to ‘Bring the Heat’ Preston?”

  “Baby, I was born ready.”

  Slamming her hips down on mine I’m thankful my cock is perfectly lined up with her pussy or else it may very well be fractured.

  The tightness of her sex pleasantly surprises me. She’s as slippery as a water slide yet as firm as football in my hands.

  Sianna pushes herself into an upright position and reaches above her head. She takes hold of a cross bar I never knew was there until now. It’s positioned at a perfect height and must have been something she’s had added to her bed because I’m pretty sure it’s not the kind of thing that comes standard with four-poster beds.

  Oh my god can this chick get any hotter.

  Moving slowly at first she grinds her hips against mine moaning each time she moves. Her long honey blonde hair trails down one side of her chest covering an almost exposed nipple. Her black corset slipping down or is it that her breast are heaving up and out. Who the fuck cares? Sianna is riding my cock and all I have to do is sit back and enjoy the ride.

  Sianna’s grinding hips move into more of an up and down motion increasing in speed, which is welcoming. The familiar wave of heat begins to build in the back of my head warning me to try and control my pending orgasm.

  Sianna’s eyes remain closed as she warns me not to come yet. I’ll try not to but fuck me it’s hard when she is throwing her head back while grasping that bar above her head.

  Her pace quickens yet again and I can tell by the way she’s squeezing her eyes shut that it won’t be long until she finds her release.