First Taste: A Collection of Hot Alpha Doms

by Sidney Bristol

  "Mac, wake up, sweetie. Finn's got you." Sully stroked her cheek and tried again. "Come on, Mac. You need to wake up. Finn's got you, but you're safe. I promise, you're safe."

  Finn knew the instant she woke up. Her body stiffened for a moment before the struggling began.

  "Enough," Finn ordered. Mac obeyed and Finn continued, "Mac, you're fine love. You were having a nightmare, and just talking to you wasn't helping. Give me a colour."

  After a brief pause, Mac replied, "Yellow."

  "Yellow we can work with. Does something need to change, or do you just need a minute."

  Mac took a little longer, then relaxed back into Finn's side as she said, "I just need a minute."

  Sully stroked Mac's cheek once more and asked, "Do you need me to stay, or are you okay with me heading back to my own bed?"

  Mac turned her head and looked into Finn's eyes before answering. "I think I'll be okay, you go back to bed."

  "Brave girl. I'll see you in the morning."

  Finn shifted their bodies so he was sitting against the headboard with Mac's body snuggled tight to his side, her legs draped over his lap.

  They sat like that for a long time before Mac finally spoke. "Finn?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Thank you."

  "What for?"

  "Not being the asshole I first thought you were for starters, I think."

  Finn chuckled. "Thank you for not being the junkie I first took you for."

  "What a pair we are."

  "Well, now that we know what we aren't, how about we get a better idea of what we are?"

  "Okay, you go first."

  "Remember, you can still use your safewords at any time."

  "I'll remember."

  Finn thought hard. Talk about walking a fine line. What to ask that pushes the envelope without tearing it? He needed to make this question count because he didn't want to make her shut down. "Right then, let's go for an easy one. What's your favourite part of a man's body. Where do your eyes go first when you meet a man you find interesting?"

  "I check out the upper arms. I like them to be muscular, but not in a body-builder way. If a guy needs to flex his biceps in the mirror, his arms are too muscular. I want to feel like those arms are for holding me and keeping me safe, not for his own personal eye-candy."

  Finn chuckled. "I can assure you that I never flex any of my muscles in a mirror. I'm going to cheat a bit, and ask a follow up question. How would you rate my arms?"

  He resisted the groan that threatened when Mac reached up and gave his left biceps a bit of a squeeze.

  "I'd say you're well within acceptable muscular parameters."

  "That's a relief. Your turn to ask me something."

  "Same question."

  "My favourite part on a man's body is..."

  Mac giggled. "Smart-ass. You know what I meant."

  Finn toyed with giving a less provocative answer, but he refused to be anything less than completely honest. "Okay, I'd have to say lips. They're so very versatile."

  "I buy that."

  Finn watched with interest as Mac caught her lower lip in her teeth and screwed her eyes shut. He waited patiently for her to resolve her inner conflict.

  With her eyes still squeezed shut, she said, "You got a follow up, so it's only fair that I do too. How would you rate my lips?" She'd no sooner got the words out and her face was buried into his shoulder.

  Finn just about stopped breathing. It was the logical follow up, but that she'd asked it had him scrambling for a satisfactory answer that wouldn't scare the shit out of her. Finally, he went with his instincts.

  He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, then gently guided her face to meet his. He paused for a moment and looked into her eyes before touching his lips to hers. "Kissable, most definitely kissable," he declared. He gave her another, slightly longer kiss before releasing her chin. Finn was worried he'd pushed too far, but it was too to late change it.

  Mac sighed. "That's a relief."

  Finn hugged Mac a little closer to him and kissed the top of her head. "Are you up for another question, or are you ready to go back to sleep?"

  "I'm feeling pretty sleepy."

  "Alright. Let's get you all tucked in before I head back to bed, then."

  Mac stiffened, then asked, "Can you stay with me? At least until I fall asleep?"

  "Whatever you need."

  Finn extricated himself from Mac and waited for her to settle back into bed. Sensing she needed him to do more than sit on the edge of the bed and hold her hand until she fell asleep, he eased in, then tucked her into his side with her head resting on his chest. "This okay?"

  Finn felt her nod. He waited a few extra minutes after her body went slack to be sure she was asleep before trying to disengage himself from their tangled bodies. He wanted to stay, but didn't want to do anything that might snuff out that tiny glimmer of trust she was developing in him.

  ***

  Something was wrong. Mac clawed her way from sleep as she realised Finn was getting out of bed. She'd felt safe and content in his arms. Panic gripped her, and she said the first thing that came to mind. "Yellow."

  "What?"

  "Yellow."

  "Okay. Does something need to change, or do you just need a minute?"

  "That depends."

  "You're going to have to give me more than that, baby."

  "It depends on whether you're leaving or just shifting position."

  Please don't leave me. She was surprised by her silent plea. Sully had slept with her and kept her safe for months after it happened, but never once, did she feel content.

  Finn stroked her cheek. "I promised to stay until you fell asleep. I thought you had, so I was heading back to my own bed. Now, what do you need, so we can fix it?

  Mac paused, squeezing her hands in and out of fists before she gathered the courage to respond. "I need you to stay."

  "Brave girl. That was a pretty scary thing to say, wasn't it?"

  "Yeah."

  "Here's the deal, Mac. The last thing I want to do right now is leave. So I need to be absolutely clear about what you are asking. There can be no room for interpretation. Are you asking me to sleep in this bed, snuggled up with you for the rest of the night?"

  Mac's heart was beating nineteen to the dozen, but she wanted him to stay more than she was scared. "Yes, I want you to sleep with me cuddled safe in your arms for the rest of the night."

  "I can do that, my sweet, brave girl."

  As Finn settled in next to Mac, she instantly burrowed into his side and relaxed. Moments later, as she was drifting back to sleep, she wished Finn had kissed her good night.

  ***

  Chapter 7

  The first rays of morning were trickling through the blinds and Finn lay on his side watching Mac as she slept. He recalled the two kisses they'd shared the previous night along with her murmured wish, and cursed the thought as he inched his pelvis away to keep his inconvenient erection from scaring her. He was already concerned about how she'd react to waking up with him in her bed.

  Would it be best to sneak out of bed and let her wake up alone or not? He teetered back and forth a number of times before not won. Selfish bastard that he was, he couldn't bear to leave her before he absolutely had to.

  He knew he should let her sleep until she was ready to wake up on her own, but his usual intractable self-control was distinctly absent. That happened a lot when it came to Mac.

  He wet his index finger and traced it around Mac's lips. Her eyelids flickered and then opened. There was a moment of confusion in her eyes before she smiled wide and said, "You stayed."

  "I told you I would. I'm sorry to wake you, but I wanted to give you the goodnight kiss you asked for last night, and I couldn't wait any longer."

  "I remember thinking it, but I don't remember saying it out loud. And if you did hear me ask, why didn't you do it last night?

  "You were mumbling and not fully awake. I would have loved to kiss yo
u goodnight then, but I wanted you to be awake enough to enjoy it with me."

  "You didn't want to freak me out when I was half a sleep."

  "That too. So, can I kiss you goodnight now?"

  Mac nodded, and Finn said, "I need to hear the words, Mac. I know it's hard, but I'm not willing to risk fucking up whatever we might have, on miscommunication."

  "Fair enough. May I have my goodnight kiss now?"

  Finn answered with his lips barely touching hers. A whisper that increased in volume as Mac's lips parted to allow his teasing tongue entry.

  Finn eased back and gazed into Mac's eyes. "Goodnight, Mac." After a short pause, he said, "May I kiss you good morning?"

  Mac responded with an enthusiastic, "Yes, please."

  Finn demanded more with this kiss, and Mac opened to him without hesitation. He wanted to lose himself in her mouth and kiss her for days. He shifted gears, and gentled the kiss before he reluctantly pulled away. He returned his gaze to hers and grinned. "Wow, that was some kiss good morning."

  "A girl could get used to spending the night with a man if the morning promises kisses like that."

  Finn knew he was falling harder with each passing day, and it scared him more than he wanted to admit. Especially to himself. "Alright, greedy-lips. It's time to get moving. We have an invalid in the next room who's probably wide awake and wondering why he's still waiting for his breakfast in bed."

  "Hell, I think you just may know Sully almost as well as I do."

  "Quite possibly. I'm going to go check on him and put some clothes on. I'll meet you in the kitchen."

  "You do know I can't cook, right?"

  "I'm sure you can manage to throw some slices of bread in a toaster and slather them in coronary-inducing quantities of butter."

  "Yeah, I can just about manage that."

  ***

  Finn poked his head through the doorway and wasn't surprised to find Sully awake and full of questions.

  "It was mighty quiet after I returned to my very lonely bed last night. No screaming from nightmares or mind-blowing orgasms. And where's my breakfast?"

  "Good morning to you too, you cheeky fuck."

  "Tell me what happened after I left. You know how I hate being left out of the know."

  "We asked each other a getting to know you question. She gave my biceps a squeeze, I gave her lips a smooch, I spent the night snuggled up with her, and now it's morning."

  "I suspect you've omitted a few details, but that's okay, I'll press Mac for them later." Sully cocked his head. "Seriously, she was okay last night and this morning?"

  "Yeah. Actually, she was way better than I had any right to hope she'd be. I really like her, and I don't want to fuck up."

  "You're doing fine. I should have started urging her to break free of her self-imposed exile years ago, but it was too easy to let her hide from the world, and lean on me. It broke my heart to watch her world shrink to nothing but her cat and me, but I was too scared to give her some tough love in case she shut me out too.

  "At least now, it looks like she's finally ready to take back her life, and I think you're the guy to help her do it. If it weren't for my damn foot fetish, I'm sure she'd be all over me. But, c'est la vie."

  "Sorry, pal, I think your foot-fetish is just her excuse to let you down gently. I was thinking about Christmas. Does she spend it with family?"

  "No. Every year I try to get her to come and spend it with me at my parents' house, and every year she turns me down flat. She spends it by herself and she insists that's how she likes it. Maybe this year will be different."

  "Maybe. I'd best get downstairs and get your breakfast started. I lit a fire under Mac's ass to meet me in the kitchen, and I doubt she'll thrilled if I make her wait. She insists she can't cook."

  "And, she'd be right. I'm not kidding when I say, no matter what, do not let her cook."

  "I've put her on toast duty. Please tell me that's safe."

  "That's about the only thing that is safe, provided you have the toaster settings to barely tanned."

  "Good to know. I'll see you in a bit with breakfast and coffee."

  ***

  Finn watched Mac struggle with the coffee maker for a few minutes before taking pity on her. "I'll do that, you go sit down."

  "What took you so long? I told you I can't cook."

  "Sully was being nosy. I didn't realise your inability to cook extended to use of a coffee maker.

  "I drink tea, so I only needed to master a kettle. I assume, given how long you were with him, his Lordship had the blow by blow of last night. I can't believe men accuse women of being gossip-mongers."

  Finn let out a rumbling laugh. "While he has been provided with a brief overview, he plans to grill you for the details. As for blow by blow, I'm quite certain I would have noticed, and remembered had blowing been involved." He gave Mac an exaggerated wink and said, "I can only hope there will be some in my future."

  "You never know what the future holds, do you? If, when I woke up yesterday, someone had said I would spend the night in bed with any man, let alone you, I would have laughed myself sick."

  Mac's unguarded response was delightful. So much for the erection he'd wrangled into submission not ten minutes earlier. "I think we need to change the subject."

  "Okay, I can blow it off if you can."

  "You did that on purpose, imp."

  "Didn't you have some bread you wanted me to toast and butter?"

  Finn gathered the bread and butter and set it on the counter in front of the toaster. "There you go. I figure four slices for me, another four for Sully, and however many you'll eat should do it."

  "On it."

  "How do you like your bacon and eggs?"

  "I like my bacon completely crispy and my eggs over-easy."

  Finn leaned down and gave her a peck on the nose. "A woman after my own heart. There's nothing like the full cholesterol meal deal to get a good start on the day."

  The smile she gave him melted him to his toes. Oh boy, was he in trouble.

  ***

  "I come bearing breakfast, you lazy-ass pecker-head." Mac sauntered into Sully's room and waited for him to raise himself up before setting the bed-tray over his legs.

  "Well good morning to you, my little ray of sunshine. Did you sleep well?"

  "You can stop right now. Whatever Finn told you when you pumped him for information is all you're going to get, you nosy git."

  "I'll take that as a yes." He grinned at her and she stuck her tongue out at him.

  "You're awfully lucky I love you, you know."

  "I do know. You like him, don't you?"

  Sometimes she wondered if Sully could read minds because he had an eerie way of knowing what was going on in her head. "So many parts of me don't want to for so many different reasons, but yeah, I like him. It's like driving downhill in the snow. Unless I want to crash, I can only go forward, moving ever faster, and there's no way to reverse out of it."

  "Then stop trying to put it in reverse. As long as there are no sharp bends in the road ahead, just sit back and enjoy the ride."

  "I hate you."

  "I know. Where's your breakfast?"

  "Finn's bringing ours up as soon as it's ready. We figured with you being the big baby you are, we should get yours done and served first."

  "I'm not a baby. I'm a finely tuned instrument that's been banged up and is in for repair."

  "Whatever you need to believe, Sully."

  "You are such a cheeky wench. I don't know why I put up with you."

  "I let you rub my feet."

  "Yeah, there is that."

  ***

  Finn looked up as Mac brought Sully's breakfast tray into the kitchen. "Thanks Mac, if you leave it on the counter, I'll take care of it."

  She put the tray down. "I don't mind loading the dishwasher, unless you're obsessive compulsive and will reload it to your exacting specifications the moment my back's turned."

  "No, I'm not that bad. If you
really want to load the dishes, I'd be a fool to say no."

  Finn stopped wiping down the stove for a moment and enjoyed the view of her ass as she bent to put the plates on the bottom rack. Perfect position for a nice spanking. He turned away and returned to his task. Plenty of time to fantasise later.

  When he'd finished wiping all the surfaces, Finn crossed the floor and stood next to Mac. "Thanks for your help, love."

  "You're welcome. Thank you for cooking breakfast. It was really good.”

  "Anytime." Finn's eyes focused on Mac's lips, and he had to ask. "Can I kiss you?"

  Mac nodded and tilted her head up. Finn leaned down, cupping her cheek as he placed a firm kiss on her lips. He chose not to deepen it. His lips had already written cheques his dick wouldn't be cashing anytime soon.

  He eased away. The sound of a voice clearing in the doorway changed his mind about dipping in for another.

  "I do hope I'm not interrupting."

  Finn glowered at Sully. "Fuck you. What are you doing up?"

  Sully's cheeky smile lit the room. "I've had my breakfast in bed, and now I'm ready to start my day. If I let this wee wench sub for me too long, you guys'll toss my ass aside and give her my chair."

  "You know damn well your chair is perfectly safe," Mac retorted.

  "My chair may be, but sweetie, you are still the most amazing oboist I know, and I can't think of a bigger, badder, in your face, fuck you and the horse you rode in on to that mother-fucking piece of shit, than to go pro.

  Mac collapsed onto the nearest chair. "We've talked this to death. Not going to happen. I'm perfectly happy playing just for me."

  "We'll revisit this when I have working ribs and you've finished an entire Christmas concert schedule."

  "Let's not and say we did."

  "I'm going to let this drop for now, but it will come up again. Count on it. Now, I'm going to gather my bits and pieces and call a cab."

  "I already told you I would drive you home, and besides, poor Gounod's been home alone all night."

  "He's a fucking cat. As long as he has food, water, and a place to bury his shit, he's good."

  "You can't hold a grudge just because he peed in your shoes once when he was a kitten."

  "I can, and do."

  Fine, but I'm still driving you home. Go get your shit together and I'll meet you in the living room."