First Taste: A Collection of Hot Alpha Doms

by Sidney Bristol

  “I know what you mean,” she said. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to finally be able to touch you, to kiss you like this.”

  “How far are you willing to go, Keira?”

  She wasn’t sure if he meant tonight or in the future, but she realized either way, her answer was the same. “As far as you’ll take me.”

  “God, I hope you mean that,” he muttered, and she placed her palm against his cheek to reassure him.

  “I do,” she said. She suspected from his comments the previous night that his desires ran a lot darker and deeper than her past lovers’, but given the intensity of her fantasies these past few months, she didn’t think that would be a problem. They appeared to be standing on common ground in terms of passion.

  She got in the car and he crossed around to the driver’s side.

  “Where are we eating?” she asked as they buckled up.

  “It’s a little place called Tulley’s. It’s on the south side and a bit off the beaten track.”

  “I’ve never heard of it.”

  “It’s a small place. The owners are friends of mine. I called and told them we were coming. They’ve assured me they’ll save the best table in the house for us.”

  “Sounds wonderful. Will I meet your friends?”

  “Yes, I have a feeling that they’ll be anxious to meet you. I don’t date often.”

  “Neither do I,” she confessed.

  Will pulled into the parking lot, trying to calm the blood coursing through his body as Keira’s words resounded in his brain.

  As far as you’ll take me.

  Dear God. If she only knew the Pandora’s box she’d opened with that simple statement. He’d been battling with his conscience since last night and had almost convinced himself that, for their first date, he should keep things simple, safe. He didn’t want to frighten her, yet her words had dragged the raging beast within him to the surface and he wasn’t sure he could beat it back into submission. Keira, however, may be a different story.

  He got out of the car, placing his hands on his hips when she emerged before he reached her door.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Getting out. Isn’t this the restaurant?”

  “I mean you should have waited for me to open your door.”

  She waved him off with a soft laugh. “I’m the oldest of seven, Will. Believe me, there’s very little I can’t do for myself.”

  He didn’t share her mirth. “That isn’t the point. When you’re with me, I’ll take care of you.”

  Her smile dimmed in the face of his seriousness. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m just used to looking out for myself.”

  He gave her a grin and walked closer, trapping her between him and the open car door. “That isn’t a good enough excuse. After all, I opened your door for you back at the pub. I think perhaps you should be punished for your transgression.”

  “Punished?” she whispered. He watched her face very closely, fully prepared to back off the moment he sensed she was afraid. His cock went into full alert when her face betrayed not fear, but excitement.

  “You were a bad girl and correction is required.”

  She placed her hand on the car to steady herself and he was treated to a quick glance of her nipples as they tightened beneath her loose-fitting blouse.

  “Give me your panties,” he commanded.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I don’t ask twice, Keira. Take off your panties and hand them to me. Now.”

  She glanced around the dark parking lot and he realized her hesitance wasn’t based on disbelief, but rather concern at being seen.

  “No one can see you. You’re perfectly shielded between me and the door. Even if that weren’t the case, I would expect you to obey. You have five seconds to comply or I’ll add another punishment.”

  She quickly—and with surprising efficiency—pushed her panties down. She bent slightly to pull them over her shoes before rising to give them to him.

  He took them, his chest tightening to discover them damp. “So wet,” he murmured, leaning closer to her. She closed her eyes and he knew she expected him to kiss her. He grinned at her sweet innocence. “I’m going to expect a taste of you before the meal is over.”

  Her eyes flew open. “A taste?”

  He lifted her panties to his nose and inhaled. “You smell delicious.”

  She blushed at his words, watching as he tucked the delicate lace into his sports coat pocket.

  “Come. Let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving.” He gripped her hand and led her to the restaurant. The hostess smiled when she saw him and immediately directed them to the table he’d requested.

  In addition to owning the restaurant, his friends, Kent and Jessica, lived a D/s lifestyle. Keira took in the dimly lit, romantic atmosphere as they walked to their table. The restaurant was designed with lovers in mind and most of the tables were filled with couples sitting close, talking quietly.

  The hostess took them to a private round table in the corner before returning to her station. Keira started to sit down, but Will stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Pull your skirt up as you sit. I want your bare bottom on that seat.”

  For just a moment, she looked like she wanted to protest his demand and he wondered if she would balk. Again she took in the surroundings then turned, smiled sweetly at him, and did as he commanded with more grace than he’d ever seen. Jesus. She was a natural submissive.

  He quickly took the seat next to her, anxious to hide the truth of her power over him. His cock was threatening to rip through the fabric of his dress slacks.

  “I have to admit this feels very strange,” she said once they were both seated.

  “And yet there you sit. Why?”

  “Why?” she asked, no doubt surprised he would question her obedience. “I was hoping you could tell me why.”

  He smiled, reaching over to grasp her hand. “You are an incredible woman, Keira. Trusting, intelligent, lovely. I can’t tell you how lucky I feel to be sitting here right now.”

  “I was sort of thinking the same thing. Not about me,” she added quickly, with a laugh, “but about you. You make me feel things, want to do things I’ve never—”

  “Let’s not question it yet. Perhaps we could just go with the flow. See where tonight leads.”

  “I’d like that,” she said.

  The waiter appeared with a water pitcher and Will grinned as she quickly glanced down to reassure herself the man couldn’t see anything. She was perfectly covered from everyone’s eyes by the long tablecloth and her position at the table. Her back was to the wall and she was neatly tucked into the corner, hidden from most of the other diners. In fact, there was quite a lot he could do to her at this table that no one in the restaurant would be able to see. The idea of playing with her, touching her as they ate, sent a fresh pulse of arousal through his body.

  So much for taking things slow, Will.

  He was chomping at the bit to advance their relationship from first-date status to a full-fledged D/s bond. He needed to get control of himself or she’d run screaming from the room.

  The waiter finished filling their water glasses and asked if they’d like anything else to drink. “We’ll have a bottle of Silver Oak Cabernet. You like red wine, don’t you?” he asked, looking toward Keira. He was far too accustomed to ordering for his dates and for a moment, he forgot himself.

  “I love it,” she confessed.

  The waiter smiled and left to retrieve their wine.

  “So you come here a lot?” she asked.

  He nodded. “As often as possible. As I said, the owners are good friends and the food is delicious. I also like the atmosphere.”

  She looked around. “The décor is beautiful and it feels as if we have the place to ourselves.”

  He grinned. “The privacy is one of the things I like best about it.” He rested his right hand on the back of her chair, relishing the nearness of their bodies. She leaned clo
ser and he lightly brushed her lips with a delicate kiss. “I believe you promised me a taste of you,” he murmured against her mouth.

  She moved toward him again but he retreated a few inches. “Not your lips, though they are delicious.”

  She shivered and he moved his hand from her chair to drape around her shoulders. He wasn’t sure if the move was meant to pull her closer or prevent her escape at his next request and he struggled not to consider the act too much. “Run your finger along your pussy. Gather up some of the arousal there and feed it to me.”

  She looked around the restaurant at the other diners but he cut her perusal short, pulling her gaze to his with his left hand on her cheek. “Don’t look at them. Look at me and do what I’m asking.”

  She pulled in a deep breath and he silently cursed himself for even starting down this path. What if he’d read her wrong?

  She licked her lips, and then, so slowly he thought his heart would burst at the image, she ran her hand under her skirt. He followed her progress with his gaze and his breath caught when she opened her legs. Her damn long skirt prevented him from seeing her touch, but when the pace of her breathing picked up and her eyes began to drift closed he knew she was enjoying the feeling of her own fingers against her flesh.

  “Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “Are you wet?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Show me.”

  Her hand emerged from her skirt and he gripped her wrist to still the shaking of her fingers as she lifted them to his lips. He shook his head at her offer and then, like an artist with a brush, he controlled her hand, painting her lips with her juices before leaning in to lick them clean with a soft kiss.

  She sighed as he broke off the kiss, taking her fingers into his mouth to clean them with his tongue. “I don’t understand this power you have over me,” she whispered.

  He jerked back, surprised by her softly spoken statement. “Power?”

  “I can’t seem to resist the need to do everything you ask of me. I want to give you control. Why?”

  She’d asked the question earlier and he’d brushed it aside. Now he felt as if he owed her an answer.

  “I can’t really tell you why, Keira. I think that’s something you’ll have to discover for yourself. I suspect it has a bit to do with the fact that you’re in charge of every other aspect of your life. You work full-time while attending classes. You care for your family. When do you let go of all of that?”

  She shook her head. “My head keeps telling me I’m an independent, adult woman. Am I supposed to let go?”

  “Why not? Do you trust me?”

  She considered his question and he was glad she was taking the time to figure out her answer. If she’d said yes immediately, he would have doubted her word.

  “We haven’t known each other that long,” she said.

  “Is that your answer?” he asked with a grin.

  “No…not all of it anyway. My head says I haven’t known you long enough to respond to you the way I am.”

  “Your head would probably be right.”

  She gave him a quick shrug. “Unfortunately, every other part of me insists I can trust you—that I do trust you.”

  He leaned closer and took her hand in his. “All I can say, Keira, is that I will always be honest with you. Always tell you the truth about what I’m thinking and feeling. The truth about tonight was I’d intended to keep this date very simple, chaste and safe.”

  She laughed. “You had my panties in your pocket before we even got into the restaurant.”

  He smiled at her smart-ass comment. Everything about her was open, fun, real.

  “I thought I spotted your car in the parking lot,” a deep voice said.

  Will looked up and saw Kent and Jessica standing at their table, the bottle of wine he’d ordered in Jessica’s hands.

  “I told the waiter we’d deliver your wine,” Kent said.

  “I have to admit I’m surprised you’ve managed to wait so long to make your way over,” Will joked. “We’ve been here ten whole minutes.”

  Kent laughed. “Jessica’s been chomping at the bit to come over and meet your lovely date since you walked in the door.”

  Jessica elbowed her husband and rolled her eyes. “I was the one holding him back. He’s as nosy as an old woman. I’m Jessica Tulley.”

  “Keira Collins,” Will said, taking up the introductions, “I’d like you to meet a couple of my oldest and dearest friends. Kent and I were roommates in college.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Keira said.

  “Will says your family is in the restaurant business as well,” Kent said.

  Keira nodded. “Yes, my family owns and operates Pat’s Irish Pub and the adjoining restaurant.”

  “Sunday’s Side?” Jessica asked, and Keira nodded.

  “Oh, I’ve heard wonderful things about that place. Rumor has it you’ve employed a new chef in the last year.”

  “My sister, Riley,” Keira responded. “She attended culinary school after high school and has just returned to take over the kitchen duties.”

  “Sister, eh?” Kent said. “Damn. Guess that shoots that idea out of the water. We were hoping to lure her away from you.”

  Keira laughed. “Believe me, there are some days I’d give her to you for free.”

  “Spoken like a true sister,” Kent joked. “Let me give you my card and you can give me a call on one of those days.”

  Jessica poured the wine as Kent continued speaking to Will. “As soon as Jess heard you were coming, she changed the damn menu. Suspiciously enough, your favorite meal is tonight’s special.”

  Will placed his hand over his heart and smiled. “Ah Jessica, you’re too good to me.”

  “She spoils you,” Kent muttered good-naturedly.

  Will turned toward Keira. “Is there anything food-wise that you don’t like? Any allergies?”

  She shook her head. “No allergies, but I can’t stand oysters.”

  Will laughed. “Probably a good thing. I’m not sure you and I would be able to sit for this meal if we added oysters to it.”

  Keira looked at him, puzzled.

  “They’re considered to be an aphrodisiac. I’d say we’re doing just fine without them.”

  Her lovely face flushed and her eyes widened at his risqué remark in front of his friends as she smacked him lightly on the arm. “Will,” she chastised.

  Jessica laughed. “Oh, you’d better get used to that, sweetheart. These two men thrive on teasing.”

  “And you love it,” Kent replied. As he spoke, Will could see Kent’s attention spark at Keira’s innocent response to his joke.

  “Two specials it is then,” Will said to Jessica.

  “I’ll tell the chef to prepare them,” she replied.

  “That’s a lovely necklace,” Keira said. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off it. Where did you get it?”

  Jessica fingered the choker-style necklace. “It was a wedding gift from Kent,” she replied, smiling.

  “You have good taste,” Keira said to Kent. Will watched his friend nod politely, but he could see the wheels in his best friend’s head processing and assessing the situation. Jessica’s necklace was a collar, and anyone familiar with the lifestyle would know it. Keira’s remark showed her true inexperience.

  He’d called Kent this morning to book the table but hadn’t mentioned anything in particular about Keira, other than to say he would be bringing a date. His friend had just naturally assumed she would be like all his past dates—older, more sexually experienced, a trained submissive.

  “Well, we’ll leave you both to your wine. It was nice to meet you, Keira,” Jessica said.

  “You too.”

  “Give me a call tomorrow, Will. Maybe we can set up a golf date,” Kent added.

  Will almost laughed aloud at his friend’s lie. Kent couldn’t hit a golf ball with a hockey stick. He was facing a serious third degree from his friend in the morning. “I’ll do that,”
he answered smoothly.

  As his friends left, he picked up his wineglass. “To us,” he said, clinking his glass to hers.

  “To us,” she repeated.

  “I have to admit, Keira, I never noticed this whimsical side of you in class.” He gestured to her outfit and she groaned, shaking her head.

  “Oh God. I know. Isn’t it awful? I almost called to cancel when I realized I had nothing to wear. I borrowed this from Teagan.”

  He nodded, smiling at her humor. “Ah, well, that makes sense then. I was having trouble reconciling the straitlaced business major to this flower-child-of-the-sixties look.”

  “I’m afraid my current wardrobe is rather lacking in ‘something pretty’,” she said, repeating his directions from the previous night. “I’m a jeans girl, through and through.”

  He considered her comment, wondering how he could verbalize his next thought without pissing her off. “I’ve noticed that you tend to hide behind your wardrobe. Actually, I’ve just been sitting here thinking about the way you present yourself in general.”

  She sobered up at his comment, her posture going stiff in the seat. “What do you mean?”

  Oh yeah, he’d definitely crossed into no man’s land. “You’re a very lovely woman,” he said, watching her face carefully. She relaxed a bit until he ruined the compliment with his next words. “You do realize hiding behind ponytails and sloppy clothing isn’t going to change that?”

  “I don’t do that,” she insisted.

  “I’m afraid you do. You seem to go out of your way to project this image of plainness and I wish you would stop. Give the real Keira a chance to emerge.” His words were harsher than he’d intended and when her eyes narrowed, he knew he’d finally gone that one step too far. For all intents and purposes, this was their first date and he was talking to her far too directly, too possessively. “I apologize,” he added quickly. “I’m afraid that came out wrong.”

  “Actually,” she said, her voice stiff with anger, “I think it came out exactly right. Last night, when you said you weren’t an easy man to be with, that you were a Dominant…is this what you meant?”