I am Yours (An Alpha Male BDSM Romance)

by Linnea May

  “It would make it easier for me to bend you over any time and fuck you right where we are,” he whispered. “Whenever I want to.”

  “Here?” I asked breathlessly.

  He kissed me on the forehead. “Whereever I want, whenever I want.”

  We continued walking, led by his wide and confident steps. As always, it appeared as if he knew exactly where he wanted to go. Every turn we took, every little path we followed seemed to be well thought out.

  And I was right, it was. He led me to a more secluded part of the park that I hadn’t seen before. It was a little forest, untended, with trees and all kinds of plants growing wildly and close to each other. In a way it was very un-Japanese and reminded me of abandoned gardens in Europe. A partly overgrown sign told me that this part was called the Mother and Child Forest.

  We disposed of our empty cups and entered the wild forest. It was shady and cooler in here, almost like strolling through a jungle. Even the omnipresent sound of city traffic that was hard to escape in the heart of Tokyo was overshadowed by silence and birds. It was the first time I consciously heard birds singing since I had moved to Tokyo.

  “Wow,” I breathed, at a loss for words once again. He was walking one step ahead of me, leading the way along a faint trail.

  “Nice, huh?” he asked, looking back at me mischievously. “And very quiet. Secluded.”

  I smirked. “Yeah, I felt like you had planned something.”

  “I haven’t,” he replied, suddenly stopping. He left the trail to the left, walking right into the bushes it seemed. But there was a little clearing, barely visible from the trail, and a single cherry blossom tree, the only one I had seen since we had entered the forest.

  He came to a halt right underneath the tree and pulled me close to him. Wrapping his arms around me, as if it would ever cross my mind to flee from him, he whispered: “I can’t just walk next to you. I need to have you, my pet. You know that, right?”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  Much to my surprise, he hastily started unbuttoning my blouse and reached inside my bra, freeing my boobs in one skillful move. I groaned when he started squeezing and twisting my nipples. He knew me so well.

  “God, you’re… terrible, Master,” I breathed and looked up at him, dazed and aroused.

  He smiled. “Terrible, huh?” And he twisted my nipples especially hard, causing me to wince. He leaned down, greedily kissing me while he continued his sweet torture of my breasts. I didn’t care if we got caught. At least we’d give them a decent show.

  He wandered down my neckline, carefully skimming my skin with his teeth at first, before he started biting and sucking at a certain spot.

  I struggled and tried to push him away. “No, please not today!”

  Instead of letting go, he bit harder, sucking at my neck so roughly it seriously started to hurt.

  “Please, Master,” I pleaded. “I have work tonight!”

  He stopped, licking the new mark he undoubtedly had left on my neck.

  “Just tell them your Master couldn’t hold back, because you’re too damn delicious,” he whispered.

  Before I could say anything, he had wandered lower, now sucking on my right nipple. Hard. I moaned and tilted my head back. I arched my back, pushing my breasts closer to him. He welcomed my reaction by kneading them with both hands, eagerly sucking on one and then the other. Now I wished I was wearing a skirt, too.

  He let go of my breasts and straightened up, unbuckling the belt I knew so well. “On your knees.”

  I complied instantly, welcoming his hard cock with my lips as soon as it sprang free. He grabbed my hair in a ponytail, but didn’t take away control just yet. I was allowed to play with him my way. I gently stroked his remarkable length, once again admiring its girth. My fingertips were just barely touching when I reached around it. I felt him get harder and bigger with every stroke. Wrapping my lips around his wet tip, I started twirling my tongue around his head. He moaned in pleasure and tightened his grip around my hair. “Good girl.”

  I held my breath and took him in as deep as I could, until he reached the back of my throat. When I tried to pull back, he pushed me further, causing me to gag. I was coughing and gasping for air when he finally let me go. He smiled down at me. “Too much?”

  I cast him a teasing smile and shook my head. “Not at all, sir.”

  “All right then.”

  He violently pushed himself back inside, thrusting his hard cock against the back of my throat again and again. Tears started running down my face. I was gagging and soon felt dizzy due to the lack of air as my breathing was blocked by his cock.

  “Get up,” he said, suddenly removing himself.

  I coughed and gasped for air, clumsily trying to get on my feet. He didn’t let me struggle for long though, lifting me up like a little kid.

  I was standing in front of him, my erect nipples still exposed, my eyes begging for him to fuck me.

  “Don’t worry my pet,” he whispered and started to undo my pants. “I would never forget about you.”

  He reached inside my panties, his fingers clearly seeking to know whether he was welcome. I moaned when they slid inside me with ease. He retracted his finger, using my own juices to lubricate my clit.

  “My pet is such a cute slut,” he whispered, his black eyes fixated on mine. “Always so wet for me.”

  I blushed at his words and panted heavily, with my mouth slightly opened. “Please, sir.”

  “I know, I know,” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead while his finger was still massaging my clit. I was too aroused and feared coming before I could feel him inside me.

  He quickly checked our surroundings to make sure we weren’t being watched. I expected him to fuck me from behind, leaning against the tree, as that seemed to be the easiest option. But he had something else in mind.

  “I want to see your face.” He gently pushed me down. Checking the ground behind me, he ordered, “Lie down. And pull down your pants.”

  I did as I was told and lay down in the grass beneath the cherry blossom tree. He was above me. Behind him I could see the dark branches and pale blossoms faintly dancing in the wind. It was beyond beautiful.

  Leaning over me, he continued to play with my clit before he finally pushed himself inside me, his girth filling me with exquisite pain. His following thrusts were strong and slow, wonderfully intense.

  I knew I couldn’t last long, and neither could he. He removed his hand from my clit, allowing him to put more power behind his thrusts. I moaned and closed my eyes in pleasure.

  “Play with yourself,” he demanded.

  “I’m gonna come if I do,” I warned, knowing that even the slightest tease on my clit could bring me over the edge.

  He pushed himself inside me with one forceful thrust, his pelvis deliciously pressing against my clit. Remaining deep inside me, he leaned down to give me a kiss.

  “I want you to come,” he whispered afterward. “And I want you to look at me when you do.”

  I nodded in a daze. “Yes, sir.”

  I reached down, playing with my clit as he continued to thrust in and out slowly, with strong and deep moves. As I had anticipated, it didn’t take long for my orgasm to roll over me. I panted and instinctively closed my eyes, pushing my head back as my muscles clenched around his cock.

  “Look at me!” he snapped, out of breath. I obeyed, opening my eyes and catching his look just as I reached my climax. It took quite an effort to keep my eyes on him—but his reaction was worth it. He found his release at the exact same time I did. I could feel the strong pulsations as he filled me, increasing my own pleasure. His eyes did not leave mine the entire time.

  The pulses died down and he collapsed over me, breathing heavily, and still fixated on my eyes. Smiles spread across our faces simultaneously.

  He gently caressed my cheek with the tip of his finger.

  “What you just showed me was the most beautiful sight in the world, my pet.”


  7

  “Go, go, go!” Steph snapped at me, when I got back to the embassy.

  I looked at her in bewilderment. “What’s wrong?”

  “Just hurry, we’ll gather in ten minutes. Get rid of your stuff and follow me!”

  I glanced at the clock next to our entrance area. I was by no means late—for a change. And what kind of last-minute gathering was she talking about?

  Instead of asking what was going on, I got rid of my coat and used the remaining ten minutes—which was plenty in my humble opinion—to check on my makeup one last time. I was wearing a rather simple but chic evening dress in a light rose color, resembling the blossoms that these festivities were all about. I had spent the remaining time after my meetup with the wolf to doll myself up. I had curled my long brown hair in big waves, actually succeeding in a look that I liked. My makeup might have been a little heavy, but judging from what Steph looked like, I had no fear of it being overdone.

  I carefully checked my neck in the mirror. Yes, there was a clearly visible mark. I had tried my best to hide it with makeup, since it would look odd if I was wearing a scarf with my dress the entire evening. Hidden behind makeup, it was only visible if one looked really closely. I was wearing my wavy hair down and would make sure to always leave it falling over the mark. It worked pretty well and I was sure no one would notice it.

  Quite happy with my looks, I left the bathroom, heading to our conference room. Flying, almost. I felt incredibly good about myself: relaxed, uplifted, and confident. Meeting up with him before this stressful event had been a great idea, even though my mind was still a little dazed.

  It had only been a few hours since our intense public fuck under a cherry blossom tree, and here I was, all professional, making sure our government wouldn’t embarrass itself when inviting a bunch of high officials from other governmental institutions and international companies. Thinking of how many high-ranking people I had to greet tonight—and remember their names and faces—made my heart flutter.

  I could feel the tension when I entered the conference room. I wasn’t the only one who worried about this evening going well. Steph—who I was sure had already had a few glasses of champagne to calm her nerves—was a nervous wreck. She looked great, though. Completely different to her everyday attire that was rather ordinary and plain. She was hardly made up for work, always doing just as much as was necessary to look sort of dressed up. The only thing that she really cared about was jewelry. She was always wearing earrings and a matching necklace, and none of it was cheap. Tonight she was wearing a fancy evening dress in a warm color close to mine, but not as light. Her earrings were little cherry blossoms, very delicate and a very fitting choice.

  “You look fancy, ma’am,” I teasingly whispered when I came to a halt next to her. “Nice earrings!”

  She grinned at me. “Aren’t they perfect?”

  It had been a while since I had seen so many of my coworkers gathered in one place as our departments usually worked separately on most issues. The entire conference room was filled with dressed-up people, most of us standing and everybody clearly on edge.

  We were given another quick run-through of the evening, and what greeting and speeches were to be expected at what time. Someone—luckily not me—had to make sure that the children’s choir that was supposed to sing at one point was kept entertained and gathered on time, and we were once again reminded of the most important persons who would show up that night and deserved special attention.

  “So, basically we just have to be overly nice to everybody, huh?” I asked Steph when the nervous run-through of our bosses was done.

  She laughed. “Yeah, pretty much. Let’s grab a little champagne before the VIPs show up and we have to behave!”

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  I was glad that my responsibilities were mostly limited to small talk and making sure that no one got bored that night, especially the VIPs. Who exactly the true VIPs were appeared to be subject to change, depending on who I was asking. Sure, there were the ambassadors, and I was pretty certain that I knew all their faces. But then there was a bunch of people with fancy titles and, as far as I was concerned, little meaning. I didn’t know any of them and planned to rely on Steph to point them out for me.

  Steph and I were down to not one, but two glasses of champagne when the event officially started and the first guests were expected to arrive.

  We were told to get rid of our glasses and spread out in little groups around the hall and the residence garden.

  “And do what?” I asked Steph, after we had found a place close to the giant open glass doors that were leading to the garden.

  “Appear as if we’re already having fun,” she said, winking at me. “But this is a good spot to keep an eye on the door and keep each other posted on who’s arriving.”

  “I don’t know if I can be of much help with that,” I mumbled.

  “I’ll help you then. The less anyone from our group embarrasses themselves, the better. I guess.”

  We both glanced at the door. The poor ambassador and his wife had to stand in line with other officials at the entrance, shaking everybody’s hand when they arrived. They’d be standing there for at least an hour until it was time to give the welcome speech.

  Little by little the first guests arrived, greeted by the ambassador and then a waiter offering drinks. After the first few had arrived, Steph and I dared to get another glass for ourselves.

  “After all, we don’t want to draw any negative attention, right?” she said when she brought two new glasses of a more sensible choice: a Mimosa.

  We clinked glasses and continued watching the door. This truly was a comfortable position, not too far away and with a good view of the entire room and the door.

  “The Ambassador of France,” Steph discretely announced as a short, dark haired man was shaking our ambassador’s hand. “And his wife and daughter.”

  An equally dark-haired woman and a young teenage girl—who I was sure was just thrilled to be here—were following him. Both looked ridiculously fancy.

  This kept going on for a while. I knew we would have to mingle eventually, but both Steph and I didn’t really feel like leaving our comfort zone—the bar at the other end of the room—just yet. There was still time for mingling after the welcome speech.

  As it was getting later, more and more people kept pouring in. There were a few that I could match with their name and position, but Steph was far ahead of me, and luckily, sharing her wisdom.

  My brain started to burn after the umpteenth attaché this, attaché that, CEO of company X, Ambassador X of this and that country… it was an overload of information.

  Eventually, we were joined at our table by two guys who were roughly our age. Steph introduced them to me as research assistants from an institute that we often collaborated with.

  “It’s nice to finally put a face to your name,” one of them, a good-looking, blond guy with crazy blue eyes, said. If he wasn’t already married to one, I was certain he was an absolute superstar for Japanese women.

  “Uh, British ambassador,” Steph remarked, nudging me. I followed her eyes to the door, noticing a gray-haired man who looked like almost any other of the higher-ranking diplomats in the room. I was sure I would have trouble remembering him.

  “He’s usually late, ironically,” she added.

  “Oh, so that’s what you’re doing here,” the other guy at our table said. “Great, we came to the right table then.”

  “Steph knows everybody,” I said, giving her an admiring smile. She really did. So far there had only been a handful of people she could not identify.

  “Nah, not true!” she protested. “I have no idea who that is, for example.”

  We turned our heads back to the door to see who she was talking about. The room had filled so much that at first I had trouble seeing who had been the newest entry. I stretched to see whose hand the ambassador was shaking at the moment. And I froze.

  It was him.

  The
wolf.

  9

  “Never seen that guy before,” Steph said and shrugged.

  I was incapable of moving. My eyes were fixed on him as he smiled at the ambassador, exchanging a quick greeting until he moved onward to the ambassador’s wife to do the same. It was really him. He was wearing a black suit, different from the one he had been wearing on our dates. And a black tie. Needless to say, he looked insanely handsome.

  What the hell was he doing here?

  “I know the guy before him, though,” Steph added, subtly hinting to a man with grayish hair who was walking ahead of the wolf. “American ambassador. We have talked before, but he probably won’t remember me.”

  “You really know everybody, Steph,” the blond guy commented.

  Steph shook her head while she kept staring at the ambassador and the wolf behind him.

  “Could be that whiskey big shot,” the other guy suggested.

  The other one nodded in agreement. “Oh yeah, that billionaire guy.”

  Both Steph and I turned our heads to them.

  “What? Who?” she asked.

  “The distillery owner,” the blond guy explained. “You know, the one who sponsored the drinks for tonight. He owns a bunch of very successful distilleries back in the States and has made a fortune when he started to operate in Japan. Smart investor. He is loaded.”

  “He is,” the other guy added. “Ladies, if I were you, I’d check for a ring on his finger.”

  Steph gave him a disgusted look. “Excuse me?”

  The guys laughed as Steph turned back to the wolf. “Good-looking guy, though.”

  I gulped as I stared back at him. My Master, who had fucked me in public just a few hours before, who had tied me up, spanked me, made me scream and cry uncontrollably, who knew me in a way that no one else knew me.

  Who I’d been so careful to keep as far away from my professional life as possible. And now he was making his way through the room, shaking hands with people I worked with.

  I knew that he had to be rather well off, but I never would have imagined him to be that much of a big shot, someone who was known and big enough to be invited to an event like this, even though there was no apparent connection. He just belonged.