First Taste: A Collection of Hot Alpha Doms

by Sidney Bristol

  "Okay, gorgeous, we're in the home stretch. I'm going to do your legs now, but I'm going to start at your toes and work my way up. You can place a hand on the wall if you feel unsteady."

  Finn crouched at Mac's feet. He lifted her left and washed it thoroughly before moving up her leg until he was nearly at the top. He did the same to the other and then rose to face her. "Remember, sweetheart, I'm just washing you. Nothing more. Okay?"

  "Yeah."

  Finn kept his eyes on Mac's as he slipped his hands between her legs. Her mouth opened slightly and she closed her eyes as he gently spread her pussy lips between his thumb and forefinger, letting them brush against her clit. He held them open while he used the cloth in his other hand to wash her. When she tried to tilt her pelvis towards the cloth, he pulled it away. "There, all done. Time to get you all rinsed off now, love."

  Finn guided her back under the spray. "Well done, Mac. You may do whatever you need to get rid of all the soap, but don't spend too long on your pussy. You don't have my permission to do anything more than rinse it. Clear?"

  "Clear."

  "Good. Once you're done, it's your turn to wash my body. You may do it any way you want, but you must wash my entire body."

  Mac's lip quivered. "Everything?"

  "Everything. You'll be fine. You have safewords. Use them if you need them." He was glad that Mac didn't dawdle over rinsing. He was anxious to get her to bed and move on to the next part of his plan.

  While she clearly struggled with a lot of the things they did together, her determination to conquer her fears was inspiring. It was this tenacity that convinced him she could, and would, heal enough for them to enjoy a normal, healthy sex life together. He wasn't a fool, he knew it was going to take a lot more time and patience, but the deeper she burrowed into his heart, the more confident he felt she was worth it.

  Mac's hands on his chest brought Finn back from his thoughts. "Done?"

  "Yeah. I'm ready to wash you now."

  "First, this." Finn took Mac's face in his hands and kissed her gently. "I am proud of you, sweetness. We're almost done."

  "Finn, can you close your eyes while I do this? I've never done this, not even before...I think I might find it easier if you aren't watching me."

  "Whatever you need, as long as you do it, or safeword."

  "Thanks. Can you bend down a bit so I can reach your head?"

  Finn settled himself on the floor of the shower, eyes closed, kneeling up in front of Mac so she could easily reach his head to wash his hair. She was quick, but thorough, and his scalp felt tingly when she was done. She took the same cloth Finn used, and added more shower gel. She washed as much of his upper-body as she could comfortably reach before asking him to rise.

  Mac's hands over his body sent Finn's cock into over-drive. She came to an abrupt halt just above his navel, and concerned, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Honey, it's just a body part. No different than my foot, or my toe, or my hand, or my nose."

  "It can hurt me."

  "It can, but if you don't want it to, I won't let it. I promise. My hand hurt you today, but only because you said it could. Same thing with my penis. In case you haven't noticed, it's been like this pretty much since I opened the door the night we met. And while it's generally in charge of whether it's up or down, I'm in charge of everything else. Do you trust me to do everything I can to keep you safe?"

  "Yeah. It's just sometimes I get freaked out."

  "I know, and that's okay. We're going to have a lot of ups and downs, both good and bad. As long as somewhere deep inside, you trust that I'll do everything in my power to keep you as safe as Sully does, then everything is going to be fine. I promise."

  "You make a lot of promises."

  "Only those I can keep. Are you ready to continue?"

  "Yes. Close your eyes again, please."

  Finn closed his eyes and it took everything he had to keep from coming when she lathered his balls and stroked the sudsy cloth up and down his shaft. Finn reached down and touched her hand. "Mac, fair warning, if you keep that up, I'm going to come, and I don't think you're ready for that. I'm clean enough.

  "What if I want to make you come?"

  "That's very generous of you, but I think we'll leave that for another time. Now, let's get finished. I'm tired and would like to get to bed soon."

  Mac finished up fairly quickly. Finn wasn't surprised that once she'd got past the part of his body she was most scared of, the rest was easy. "Well done, love. You can enjoy the shower while I dry off. Then, when you come out, I'll towel you off and blow your hair dry."

  ***

  Chapter 11

  A whole feckin' week without an orgasm. Mac was feeling needy, and Finn, the bastard, seemed to always know when she was on the verge of taking the edge off. Every time she thought she'd sneak away, he diverted her attention to something else. She was sure she really would go crazy if she didn't get some relief soon. She finally stopped complaining about it when he warned her he'd make her wait an extra day for every time she brought the subject up. That wasn't a chance she was willing to take.

  To make matters worse, he touched her everywhere except where she really wanted. He would always get so close she thought it would happen, then poof, gone. It was like he had sexual attention deficit disorder.

  She'd hoped giving him an orgasm in the shower every night might encourage him to reciprocate, but every time she tried, he stopped her. Then he'd wait until she was finished washing him, before giving himself an orgasm and making her rewash his lower body. Fucker.

  Mac was greeted by a far too cheerful Finn as she entered the kitchen.

  "Good morning. How come you're scowling, love?"

  Mac pasted an insincere smile to her face. "I'm not scowling. I'm a happy, happy girl." His chuckle brought her scowl back before she could to stop it.

  Finn held out a mug. "Come and get some tea, grumpy-girl." Mac grudgingly accepted the tea and sat at the table.

  Finn sat in the chair beside her and took a long sip of his coffee. "Mac, it's time to talk about some things. I need to know if you can put the grumpy on hold for a few minutes or so." Mac shrugged, then nodded. "That wasn't very convincing, love. Wanna try again?"

  "Yes. What do you want to talk about?"

  "Let's start with Christmas. Sully says you spend it alone every year."

  "Not quite, I have Gounod. That's how I like it, and that's how it's going to stay."

  "I host an afternoon gathering and pot-luck supper for friends who would otherwise spend it alone. I cook a turkey and everyone else brings the fixings. You're on dessert. Please, for the love of everything that's holy, don't make it yourself. Store-bought will be fine.

  "Maybe you didn't hear me. I spend my Christmas with Gounod, so you'll have to assign store-bought dessert to someone else."

  "I did hear you, sweetness. Christmas is three days away, we have a concert tomorrow night, and Gounod is here. You're both settled. Is spending a lonely Christmas in your house with only Gounod for company worth uprooting the two of you for a single night?"

  "Who says it would be only one night? My obligation to Dominant Cord is over when the last note has been played tomorrow night."

  "Sweetheart, you sleep here because we're going steady, which is not limited to your time with Dominant Cord. We like each other, we trust each other, and we agreed to do whatever is necessary to give whatever this is we have, a real shot. I know it's scary. But it's just the next scary thing in the long line of scary things you've faced in recent weeks."

  "I don't know."

  "That's an improvement on no. How about we call this yellow for now. You can take some time with it, and if it's still yellow in the morning, then we'll see if we can come up with changes we can both live with. Okay?"

  Mac felt miserable. She was mixed up. She'd spent so many Christmases alone, it was what she was comfortable with, but she couldn't lie to herself. Every one of those lonely Christmases had her wishing she
had someone special she could spend it with. Sully was wonderful, but she relied on him too much as it was, she couldn't allow her hangups and problems to taint Christmas with his family. "Okay, let's hold off until the morning."

  "Good. Next order of business. Play party tonight."

  "I won't be playing."

  "Okay. Can we have a small scene this afternoon?"

  "What kind of scene?"

  "A slight variation on the one from last week. Either you take your spanking naked with Sully here, or you keep your bra and panties, but no Sully." It took Mac a few seconds to absorb what Finn was asking. Naked around Sully, or scene without him? What an impossible choice. "You have safewords, baby. They work anytime, including right now, but I'm going to change this one up a little. Yellow is only for more time, but you will have to choose one of the two options I gave you. Otherwise, you have to call red."

  "Yellow."

  "Good girl. Give Sully a call and talk it through with him. I'm sure that'll help with your decision. I'm going to go get things organised in the playroom."

  ***

  Mac absently stroked Gounod. "And now, I don't know what to do."

  "Sweetie, what does your heart say?" Sully asked.

  "lub-dub, you prick."

  "Such a funny girl."

  "My heart tells me I need to wean myself off of you."

  "I knew you'd get there one day."

  Macs chest tightened. "I'm sorry I've been such a burden."

  "Stop it. You've never, ever been a burden. All I did was hold the back of the bike until you felt safe enough for me to let go. That's what love is, sweetheart. You'd do exactly the same for me."

  "No question."

  "So, will you tell me how the rest of my day is going, so I can plan accordingly."

  Mac knew it was time to let Sully release the back of her bike. "You're off the hook. I'll see you tonight. I love you."

  "I love you too."

  ***

  At the sound of Mac on the stairs, Finn put down the chair he was carrying and sat in it while he waited for her to appear.

  "There you are love. Did you talk to Sully?"

  "Yeah. Thanks for the suggestion, it helped."

  "And? Have you picked an option?"

  "No Sully."

  Finn decided not to give her a chance to over-think it. "In that case, there's no time like the present. Strip to your bra and panties or safeword."

  Mac started with her shirt and made slow steady progress as Finn looked on in anticipation. As the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, he said, "You can leave them there, but in future, you will fold your clothes and set them down neatly when I tell you to strip."

  "Sorry."

  "No need to apologise. It's not something we've discussed, so it's not something I would reasonably expect. Come here and position yourself exactly the way you were last time."

  Mac crossed the floor and laid herself over Finn's lap without hesitation. Finn felt she wiggled a little too much as she settled into position. She was becoming quite a tease, but he didn't feel the need to correct her like he would any other sub. He found he really didn't care whether it was her past, or her personality that allowed him to tolerate behaviour bordering on bratty. There would still be consequences, but they would be the sort to limit the behaviour, not obliterate it.

  "Are you quite settled, Mac?" She wiggled again, and Finn knew it was deliberate. He almost felt guilty at the pleasure he'd get from giving Mac her first real punishment. Putting his sadistic tendencies aside hadn't been much of a hardship, but the chance to explore Mac's pain threshold as a result of her own behaviour was too good to pass up. "Mac, I think you're wiggling around more you need to. Am I right?"

  "Maaaaybe."

  "I need a straight answer, love."

  "Yes, but it was too tempting."

  "There are many things about you I find too tempting, but I control myself. I think you purposely wiggled more than necessary when you first got yourself settled. I'll give you that one for free, but what came after, you'll have to pay for at the end of the scene. I'm feeling generous, so I will give you two options. You may either have two extra smacks with my hand on your bare bum, or five strokes with a tawse over your panties. Pick one."

  "Bare bum."

  Finn was relieved. While his intention was to give Mac options designed to help her work through issues stemming from the attack, he knew there was every possibility it could backfire. He never offered her a choice he wasn't prepared to follow through on, but so far, he'd been lucky. "Just like last time, I won't hold you down as long as you stay still. Clear?"

  "Clear."

  "Safewords?"

  "Yellow to pause, red to bail."

  "Here we go, then."

  Finn rubbed, squeezed and kneaded Mac's ass, and the moment her glutes went slack, he brought his hand down once on each cheek and resumed his massage.

  "OWWWWW! YOU HURT ME!"

  "Breathe through it, love. You've got a ways to go yet and I'm just getting warmed up."

  "I don't like you any more. That nice massaginess doesn't feel so nice any more. You're mean."

  "I know." Finn continued massaging. He waited until her ass-cheeks relaxed, before giving her another two hard smacks and more massage.

  "FUCK!"

  "Breathe, baby. Just breathe. One more of these, then we'll get your punishment out of the way. After that, we can go have a snuggle, and you can have some chocolate from your favourite shop."

  "I don't care. I hate you and I hate chocolate."

  "I know, sweetheart."

  "Don't feckin' patronise me"

  "Enough, Mac. I'll tolerate some rudeness because you are taking pain for me, and if that's what it takes to get you through it, then I'll go with it for now. But you took it too far. Now you know where the line is, cross it, and there will be consequences. Clear?"

  "Clear."

  Finn rubbed Mac's ass gently, but he only gave her a few seconds before he nailed her in her sit-spot.

  “THAT FECKING HURTS!"

  "I know, honey, but now you've got two more and these ones are punishment."

  "I'm really sorry I wiggled to tease you."

  "I believe you. That doesn't get you out of it, though. I'll always give you any punishment you earn. There might be times when I will defer it, but I promise I'll always give it to you."

  "That's one promise I would be perfectly happy if you didn't keep."

  "Enough stalling. Let's get this over with, I want to snuggle with you."

  "Fine."

  "Good girl. Now stay still, I'm going to slip your panties down just enough so they don't block where I'll be spanking. Colour?"

  "I'm green."

  "Good girl." Finn shifted and caught hold of the sides of Mac's panties. He wiggled and pulled until they were completely clear of her ass. The crotch was soaked. This counted for multiple points in favour of going ahead with his after party plans.

  Normally, he would let some tension mount, but Mac was at green and with this being her first punishment, he wanted to keep things as positive as he could. He hauled his arm back and smacked her full-force on the sit-spot of her left side, and before she had a chance to register the pain, he did the same to her right, then pulled up her panties. Her deep intake of breath told him, it was going to be one long, loud scream.

  He waited patiently until her lungs were empty before speaking. "All done, baby, but you need to breathe through the pain. Now up we get. I've got a nice cosy blanket just for you. We'll go have a snuggle on the sofa and you can have some water and chocolate."

  Finn wrapped Mac in her blanket, and carried her across to the sofa, careful of her sore ass as he settled her on his lap. He reached for a bottle of water and lifted it to her lips. It was then, he finally got a good look at her face. Tears streamed, but her eyes twinkled and relief washed over him. He hadn't totally fucked up.

  He let Mac suck back water until she pulled away from the bottle on her own.
He smirked a little when she looked at him, her eyes expectant and her mouth open. "Oh honey, right now, looking at your mouth open like that makes me want to feed my cock to you one inch at a time."

  "Chocolate. You promised chocolate, and you said you always keep your promises."

  "Cock? Yes, I would happily give you cock."

  "Finn, please don't tease me. You promised me good chocolate."

  "Yes, I did, and you told me you hate chocolate. I should deprive you and feed you cock instead for uttering such a blatant untruth, but I'll accept that it falls within acceptable boundaries when you're taking pain for me." Finn slid a square of chocolate into his mouth, and slipped it into Mac's with his tongue as he kissed her.

  "Mmmm, best chocolate delivery method ever."

  "I'm looking forward to showing you all of my chocolate delivery methods. When your ready for more, just wiggle your bum."

  ***

  Mac was startled out of her reverie by Sully's voice. "You're looking a little dreamy, Mac"

  "Hey, you're kind of early, aren't you?"

  "Yeah, I may have let go of the back of your bike, but that doesn't mean I didn't need to check up on you in case you fell off."

  "Thanks. You are a sweet man. If only we could find you a nice subby-type who likes having her feet played with."

  "Let's keep that on hold until my ribs are better."

  "I'm just poking. I would beat you myself if you tried to play while you're messed up."

  "Enough about me and not playing. I want to know all about how it went with you today?"

  "Actually, it was good. I didn't freak out and I didn't safeword. Not even yellow. Not only that, I earned a punishment and I took it."

  "Oh Mac, I'm so proud of you. Hang on, punishment? What punishment?"

  "I teased Finn by being wigglier than I should when I was settling in for our scene and he called me on it. I had the choice between two with his hand on my bare ass, or five with a tawse over my panties. I went with the bare ass."

  Sully chuckled. "Very, very wise choice, sweetheart. Your panties wouldn't have provided any protection from a tawse, and trust me, whatever you got from Finn's hand wasn't anything close to the pain you'd have felt from the tawse. And, you'd have felt that pain five times, not two."