First Taste: A Collection of Hot Alpha Doms

by Sidney Bristol

  “You’re like her, but you aren’t her.”

  His voice was strong and sure and she struggled to comprehend what exactly he was saying.

  “I don’t think I’m her,” she said, Will’s words drifting back to her.

  “You have so many of her personality traits—her strong sense of responsibility, her serious nature, her stubbornness.”

  “Stubbornness?” she said. “I’m not stubborn.”

  Her father laughed. “Your mother often swore the same thing, but alas, my dear daughter, you are very, very stubborn.”

  “How so?” she asked, aware her voice had taken a somewhat haughty tone.

  “You assumed your mother’s role in this house when you were just eighteen and you’ve defended that position with the tenacity of a bulldog ever since.”

  “You all needed me,” she protested.

  “Yes, we did. We do. But Keira, we need you. Not a substitute Sunday.”

  She closed her eyes against her father’s words. “I don’t say that to hurt you or to imply that you haven’t given this family everything that lovely heart of yours had to share. But I’ll be damned if I sit here and let you throw away your own life because of some misplaced notion that we can’t exist without you.”

  “But your blood pressure, your cholesterol—” she began.

  “Is pretty much the same as every other mate of mine who’s hit sixty years old. I take the medicine the doctor gave me. I eat the rabbit food Riley shovels at me and I’ve limited myself to one glass of neat whiskey every afternoon—with the doctor’s knowledge and permission, I might add.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yes, oh.”

  “I didn’t know that,” she admitted, suddenly aware that perhaps she did underestimate her father’s ability to fend for himself. But her siblings were another story.

  “Sean got into a fight at school,” she said.

  “I know.”

  “Did he tell you why? What it was about?” she asked.

  “He did not.”

  She sighed, frustrated. “I don’t understand why he won’t talk to me about it. He used to tell me everything.”

  Her father chuckled. “He told you everything when he was twelve, Kiki. He’s an eighteen-year-old boy, nay, I daresay at this point, he’s a man.”

  She scoffed. “He’s still just a boy,” she corrected.

  “Need I remind you, you were only eighteen when you felt yourself old enough to take over the care of this family.”

  “That was different.”

  “How?” he asked.

  She sat quietly, unsure of the answer.

  “You were an excellent student in high school and I suspect you always regretted giving up your dreams of attending college. Tell me, who was it who convinced you to apply to the university and begin taking classes?”

  Keira stared at her father. It was clear his question was hypothetical, but how had he known? “Sean.”

  “Sean loves you, Keira. He adores you and his heart simply won’t let him do or say anything that may hurt you. He’s been fighting to find his own way for years, struggling to become his own man.”

  A pain pierced her heart at the thought of Sean wanting to push her away. “I didn’t realize I was annoying him so much.”

  Her father shook his head, smiling kindly. “Not annoying. Mothering, sheltering, coddling. I feel confident he would have been trying to make the same escape from his mother right now, had she lived.”

  Keira felt another tear slide, but this time she didn’t bother to wipe it away.

  “It’s time for you to fly away too, Kiki. I’ve allowed you to stay too long, made you feel trapped—”

  “That’s not true,” she insisted.

  “Go. Finish your degree. Be with your Will. Be happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

  * * * * *

  Keira stood at the front window of the restaurant, glancing up at the overcast sky. The dreary weather reflected her miserable mood. She’d tossed and turned all night, playing over her father’s words and seeing Will’s face as she ran out of his apartment.

  “What are you still doing here?”

  Keira turned to find Teagan standing behind her.

  “Go talk to him.”

  Keira shook her head. “I made a mess of things, Teag. I’m not really sure what I can say to make it better.”

  Her sister smiled and placed a comforting arm across her shoulders. “You’ll say you’re sorry and then take off all your clothes. The rest will be easy.”

  She laughed at her sister’s advice before sobering. “I suck at dating.”

  “That’s just because you’ve only ever tried it with lambs. Will’s a lion, king of the jungle. He’s not going to be a pushover and he’s not going to make things easy, but I have a feeling you wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, it’s obvious that he cares about you. One little fight isn’t going to change that.”

  She fell silent as she considered her sister’s words.

  “Unless you’re afraid of lions,” Teagan added. “Or happy with things the way they are?”

  Keira shook her head. “Not happy. Definitely unhappy.”

  “So I’ll repeat my previous question. What are you still doing here?”

  She hugged Teagan and smiled. “I guess I’m going to see Will.”

  “I love the decisiveness in your voice. Really inspires confidence in your success.”

  “Fine. I’m going to Will’s and I’m not leaving until he accepts my apology and fucks the hell out of me,” she said, her voice louder and filled with glee.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Tris said, coming up behind her. “Damn, I did not need to hear that. Shit. I just got a mental image that’s gonna cost me a bundle in therapy to recover from.”

  “Ha ha,” Keira said. “I’m going to try to make things right with Will and you, baby brother,” she said, tapping him on the chest, “are not going to stop me.”

  Tris nodded. “You’re right. I’m not.”

  “I’m serious, Tristan, I’m getting sick and tired of this intimidating-brother—” She stopped abruptly. “You’re not?”

  “Nope.” He bent down and shocked her by placing a kiss on her cheek. Tristan was never overtly affectionate. “Will’s not such a bad guy and I happen to think he might be pretty good for you.”

  “You do?” she and Teagan repeated, both of their voices revealing their shock.

  He laughed. “I do, but you may want to get out of here and accomplish the deed before I change my mind.”

  She nodded, hugging her brother tightly. “Thanks, Tris.”

  He patted her back awkwardly, begrudgingly accepting her embrace. His uncomfortable response was completely Tristan and she laughed. “Well, here goes nothing.”

  “Or everything,” Teagan added.

  “Or everything,” she repeated, stepping out into the chilly mid-afternoon air.

  Will stared at his laptop, the white page taunting him with its emptiness. He’d sat down on the couch to work on his textbook earlier this afternoon. Three hours later, he still hadn’t typed a single word. It had begun to rain, first a sprinkle and now a steady, driving rain that plunged his apartment into darkness. He was too lethargic to even turn on a light.

  A soft knock at the door pulled him from his depressed thoughts. It was probably Ms. Davenport from next door. She hated to go out in the rain and was always missing some vital ingredient for a meal or dessert she was making.

  He stood tiredly and walked to the door.

  “Keira,” he said, shocked to find her standing on his doorstep.

  “I was in the area,” she said. Had he not been feeling so miserable he would have laughed at her clichéd line.

  “You’re soaking wet.”

  She nodded and shivered. “I was w-walking here,” she began, her teeth chattering.

  “You walked? From the pub? In this weather?” He dragged her inside, closing the door behind her as they stood on the threshol
d.

  As she spoke, he began to peel her wet things off, grateful when she didn’t stop him. She was shivering and he was determined that regardless of her independent nature and their argument, he would take care of her.

  “It wasn’t r-raining when I l-left. I was h-halfway here when it started, so I j-just kept walking.”

  He unbuttoned her blouse, dragging the clinging material away from her. “You’re drenched. You’ll be lucky if you don’t catch a cold.”

  She nodded as he tackled the button and zipper on her jeans. “It was a stupid thing to d-do,” she admitted. “I knew it was going to rain.”

  He peeled the damp denim down her legs as she kicked off her soggy sneakers. Once she was stripped to her undies, he grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, pulling it around her shaking body.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked, aware that his tone was harsher, angrier than he’d intended, but he didn’t like the thought of her walking the city streets alone in the rain. Damn woman needed to learn to take better care of herself.

  “I…” She paused, leery as she studied his face. He took a deep breath and worked hard to smooth the frustrated lines he was sure she saw there.

  “Keira,” he said softly, calmer. “Why are you here?”

  “I’m sort of new to this relationship thing.”

  Whatever he was expecting her to say first, that wasn’t it.

  “I know that,” he said, hoping his answer would encourage her to clarify.

  “I mean, I’ve dated in the past, but I don’t think my emotions were ever really engaged. I might have thought so at the time, but now I know they weren’t.”

  “How do you know?”

  She bit her lower lip and he could almost taste her discomfort, her unease, and he wished he could make this easier on her. She still needed to learn, to comprehend that she could tell him anything.

  “Because I feel too much for you. Too much that I don’t understand. Too much that I’m not sure what to do with.”

  “Like what?” he asked.

  “When I’m with you, it feels like I sort of change. I can’t really explain it.”

  “Try,” he insisted, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her to the couch. She started to sit but he stopped her, pulling her down onto his lap. The close proximity seemed to ease her a bit as she curled into his chest.

  “I’ve tried to be a good daughter and good sister. For years, I’ve put my family’s needs above my own. Well, no, that’s not entirely true. I’ve put what I thought my family needed ahead of my own needs.”

  “They needed you, Keira.”

  “Oh, I know. Just not in the way I thought they did. I don’t think I even realized it for the longest time. You mentioned it the night of our first date when you talked about the way I dressed, the way I hid my true self. When we’re together, Will, all of that changes. I sort of become myself again. Only it’s not a self I’ve ever seen before. It’s like all the parts I’ve hidden away for years have decided to come out, only they’re magnified a hundredfold. They shine so brightly sometimes, it’s blinding and scary as hell. I guess the best way to say it is, you make me feel amazing. You make me feel smart and beautiful and free.”

  He grinned, pushing her head back so she could look at him as he spoke. “I love how you shine. I’ve told you before, you’re a beautiful woman, inside and out. I never, ever want that light to dim.”

  She smiled at him before biting her lower lip, her next words coming hesitantly. “I know what I want now. What I really want,” she added.

  He remembered her asking to be left alone and, for a moment, a small part of him feared her repeating the request. He nodded, steeling himself for her words. “I told you. I’ll give you anything. You just have to ask.”

  “I want you. Just you.”

  His smile grew and for the first time in days, he thought he felt his heart begin to beat again. “You already have that, Keira.”

  Her eyes twinkled at his revelation and she gave him a self-deprecating grin. “I think it only fair to warn you that I’m a complete basket case right now.”

  “Is that right?” Now that the floodgates had opened, he reveled in the sound of her voice as she unloaded years worth of repressed fears and feelings.

  “Oh yeah. My head is moving in about a million different directions. I’ve lived nearly a third of my life thinking one way and now I’ve found out I was wrong.”

  “You weren’t wrong,” he said quickly.

  “I think I understand what you’ve been saying about loosening up the iron-clad grip I have on being in control all the time.”

  “You think you understand?” he asked with a grin.

  “I do understand. I think one of the reasons I’m so incredibly drawn to you is because you help me to let go, cut loose, run wild.”

  “I like the idea of you running wild.”

  “Well, that’s why I pointed out the fact that I’m new to relationships.”

  He nodded, recalling her odd opening line tonight.

  She continued to explain. “I sort of think there’s a good chance I’m gonna screw up this thing between us at least a half dozen more times.”

  “Just a half dozen?” he asked, teasing her.

  “I’ll try to limit it to that.”

  “Well, just be warned that each time you screw it up, I get to take you across my lap and spank your ass until you come.” To demonstrate his point, he flipped her quickly, stripping the blanket away and bending her facedown over his legs.

  She shivered as he slowing peeled her damp panties over her thighs, dropping them on the floor.

  “Did I say half dozen?” she asked, her voice taking on the breathless quality of a woman in the throes of arousal.

  “Mmm hmm,” he said, rubbing his hand against her bare ass. Her skin was chilly, clammy from her walk in the rain, and he couldn’t wait to warm it up.

  “I think maybe I should have said a dozen times.”

  He swatted her ass one time as she spoke.

  “Or more like two dozen. I’m pretty green, you know.”

  He chuckled as he slapped her several more times. She either gave up trying to talk or lost the ability as he spanked her thoroughly, soundly. He’d thought the spanking was for all the worry and pain she’d put him through in the past three days, but as she began to move in time with his hand, he realized this wasn’t a punishment at all.

  It was a celebration, a reunion, perhaps one of the happiest moments of his life.

  He pushed her legs apart, lightly slapping her pussy, his hand slipping slightly in the copious amounts of juices gathered there. She groaned and he repeated the movement, making sure to include her clit on the second and third slaps.

  “Will,” she cried out as he slipped two fingers inside her hot pussy, driving them in unremittingly, in exactly the way he knew she loved.

  “Please,” she said.

  “Please what, Keira? You only have to ask.”

  “I want to come and then I want you to fuck my ass.”

  His hand stilled for a moment, her words ripped straight from his own well-traveled fantasies. “Anything you want.”

  He added another finger to her cunt and pushed her over the edge, her body shaking, her lovely voice screaming out her release, her pleasure.

  His tenuous grip on his own control slipped as he lifted her from his lap and placed her at his feet. “Hands and knees,” he commanded and he watched her body quiver at the deep, demanding sound of his voice. He rose and quickly shed his own jeans and boxers, grabbing the bag of sex toys from the end table. He’d pulled them out this morning, tormenting himself with the memories they evoked until he thought he’d go mad.

  He knelt behind her. “Open your legs,” he said. “I want to get a good look at what you’re offering.” As he spoke, he retrieved the tube of lubrication from the bag.

  She complied and he sucked in a deep breath, fighting to slow down, determined to make this special. Re
gardless of her past experience, in this she was a virgin and he had to keep that thought in mind.

  Then he saw her ass, marked by his hand, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

  She glanced over her shoulder and he looked up to find her watching him closely. “I’ll give you anything you want too,” she said, her voice stronger than he’d expected given the strength of her previous climax.

  He shuddered at the thought of what she was offering, then shook his head. “I don’t think you’re ready for what I want. I wouldn’t be gentle. I couldn’t go slow.”

  She laughed, a husky, sexy sound that rattled him to the core. “When have I ever asked for gentle or slow?”

  He grinned then drifted his hand along her slit before opening the lubrication and applying it liberally to the tight pucker of her ass and his cock. “Have you been wearing the plug?”

  She shook her head slowly and he realized that for the past three days, she truly had believed their relationship over. It was that thought, that horrible awareness that stirred him to continue. “Well then, this is going to pinch a little, hurt a little, but maybe it will remind you never to doubt us—never to doubt this.”

  “Fuck me,” she said softly. “Make me remember.”

  He pushed his cock into her hot cunt twice, using the juices there to coat his flesh as well. She moaned and pushed back toward him. He slapped her ass, hard.

  “Don’t move,” he demanded and he watched her struggle to remain still. “I’m fucking you, Keira. You are to do nothing more than take it. Do you understand?”

  “God yes,” she hissed. “Do it.”

  He pulled his cock from her pussy, lining the head up with her anus. Despite his threats, he entered her with caution, slowly, anxious to make sure she could offer what he desperately wanted to take. Inch by inch he forged in, pausing to give her time to adjust. The plug he’s used on her hadn’t been nearly big enough to prepare her for him. It was a beginner’s toy, nothing more, and he’d meant to slowly work her up in size before taking her this way.

  As with everything else regarding Keira, nothing ever went as he planned. She’d systematically destroyed his preconceived notions about submission and what he wanted from a woman. She was everything he never knew he wanted and couldn’t believe he’d lived a lifetime without.