Alphas: Supes and Badboys (8 Books in One)

by Myles, Eden

  He eased my knees down over his shoulders, pinning me but holding me wide open to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his breath came rough and hot against my face. His slick, fat cockhead probed my crack, bumped my perineum, and then nudged with agonizing slowness against the tightness of my hole. He stretched me slowly as he took me, making me experience every inch of his conquest and my pain.

  I whimpered at the sudden, sharp fullness of him. I realized I probably wasn’t ready for this and tried to thrash away.

  “No, Daniel. I want you to feel me take you slowly. I want you to realize how much you’re mine.”

  I cried out as the pressure increased. My body struggled to resist him, but he only bucked his hips, forcing me to take another agonizing inch of him.

  “Cry out if you must, but I’m not going to stop unless you use the safe word.”

  I did cry out. I cried out so the room echoed with my pleasure and my pain, which only made him groan in satisfaction. He pierced me slowly in a series of short, sharp contraction, slowly burying himself all the way to his balls even as my body continued to fight him, but there was nowhere I could go, and it was obvious he was enjoying this immensely. And then he was in, seated deep inside me, and I groaned and clawed his wet back as I felt my ass constrict around him and my body slowly submitted to his fucking. He moved inside me then, his penetration deeper than the last time. I titled my pelvis higher and spread my legs, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure, but he took that as an invitation, and every muscle in my body shivered from the force of his sudden thrusts in and out of my tender, overstretched ass. I threw my head back and screamed when he started fucking me in earnest. Noting my reaction, Mr. Karenina only thrust harder, deeper, maintaining his angry, punishing rhythm in and out of me, and I realized that this was less about sex and more about him establishing himself as my gentleman, making me submit to him.

  My ass, balls and cock throbbed and ached with the need to come, and soon I was writhing and bucking, saying things I never thought I’d have the courage to say, things I’d only ever said in my most private fantasies. Mr. Karenina clenched the back of my neck in both hands and caught my mouth in a powerful kiss so I wound up muttering those private thing into it, into him.

  “Ah, such a good boy,” Mr. Karenina said, his voice faintly growling with his aggression as he pounded mercilessly into my ass. “Come with me, Daniel. Come hard against me. I want to feel you.” He lowered his head and bit the side of my neck.

  I cried out at the sensation of his teeth gripping me, subduing me. One last, hard thrust, and I felt him come inside me, bucking and twitching violently, his hips dragging my body half off the edge of the steps, the mineral waters splashing around us. I groaned at the feel of his hot seed spurting deep inside of me, and then I came with him, my seed jetting hard against his body and mine. It had been too many days, and just as I thought I was done, milked clean, another orgasm hit me, hard and sudden, making me convulse around his cock again. I hit him high up in the chest and chin that time, but he didn’t seem to mind so much.

  Mr. Karenina laughed as we both settled back into the water and kissed. I tasted the pearls of my come on his lips. “Only the young, Daniel,” he said. “Only the young.”

  * * *

  It was after dark when we finally got home. The spa had taken an extra hour of our time, but then, so had dinner afterward. I had been less shy this time, and had let Mr. Karenina order at the restaurant while I sat there in my new suit and looked him over, wondering how he could look so composed after all we’d shared. He was like some royal prince in a fairytale, always aware he had to maintain his iron dignity while his servants bustled about him, seeking his favor. I guess maybe he had built a kind of emotional shell to protect himself from all the bad things that had happened to him in his life. I wondered if I was one of the privileged few who saw past his defenses at the incredibly lusty man beneath.

  When the lobsters arrived, perfectly cooked and already shelled for us, I followed Mr. Karenina’s lead and dipped each tender, flaky piece in the melted butter before sucking it off my fork and chasing it down with the fine, sparkling Chablis he had ordered. I’d never had lobster before. My family just wasn’t the lobster type. We were more the Midwestern meat-and-potatoes type, but I found I really liked the melty taste, and I thought about suggesting it to Chloe for her wedding reception.

  Dessert was tiny, imported, Sicilian tomatoes in a rum-sugar syrup over gourmet vanilla ice cream. I thought it was a strange combination until Mr. Karenina spoon-fed me some, and the sticky, rummy, bittersweet cold taste melted in my mouth. He told me to close my eyes and savor the bite. After that, I couldn’t get enough of dessert.

  He’d asked me again about the wedding, like it bothered him, and I finally said, “If you don’t want me going…I mean, I don’t need to go.” Maybe I could feint some illness, then I wouldn’t have to worry about my ex chasing me all over the backyard during the ceremony.

  “No,” he said. “You should go. It’s important that you support your family in these matters. Perhaps you can even take someone with you for support.”

  “Yeah. Sheri agreed to go with me, be my pseudo-date.” I’d told him about Sheri, my BFF.

  He didn’t say anything about that, but a thought occurred to me. I wondered if I had offended him? Had he expected me to ask him? But that was ridiculous. What interest would a retired billionaire like Alexei Karenina have in visiting Bumfuck, U.S.A.?

  He was still very grim when we arrived at his house. I got out and walked him in, and that’s when he turned and asked if I wanted to stay the night. He said he would pay me overtime. It excited me, but at the same time saddened me, the formal way we had this arranged.

  “Would that be all right with Maria?” I asked.

  Mr. Karenina smirked. “Last time I checked, I owned this house, not her.

  Upstairs, in the master bedroom, he dropped his suit jacket on the floor, walked to me, seized my chin, and pulled it upward. He kissed me so hard he caught my bottom lip and I flinched, but that only seemed to fuel his lust. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanked my head back and start kissing my neck. He sucked ardently on my Adam’s apple until I shuddered and moaned.

  “God, yes,” I groaned while he pushed me toward the bed and fumbled with my suit jacket, then the buttons on my shirt as he undressed me, the material falling to my elbows.

  “You’re such a good boy, Daniel,” Mr. Karenina said. His grimness had given way to a kind of lusty frenzy. He pulled the shirt off me and tossed it and the jacket to the chair beside the bed as if they cost nothing. He kissed me again and forced me back onto the soft mattress of his massive, wrought-iron bed. He straddled me, the two of us still in our trousers, the material of our pants rubbing between us as he held me down. “Let’s do what you like, what you want me to do,” he said in a breathy, savage little whisper only inches above my face. He rubbed at my growing erection through my trousers. “Let’s make that dream of yours a reality.”

  I blushed. “You mean what we discussed earlier?”

  “Yes.” Mr. Karenina undid my belt and then pulled the slacks and underwear off me. He tossed those too to the beside chair. Then he moved to sit on the edge of the bed and undid the cuffs of his shirt. I hesitated a moment, then crawled naked across the coverlet and laid across his lap, his erection pressed between my legs. I raised my ass for him. He bent forward and kissed the top of my head as his right hand moved in a slow, sensual arc down my naked back to my ass. He stroked and kneaded my buttocks, his fingers probing briefly into my crack and making me squirm. “This room is soundproofed, so you may scream if you like, Daniel,” he said. Then he slapped my ass hard, making me grunt in both pain and surprise.

  The next smack landed on my other ass cheek, only harder, the sudden pain driving a thrill down my body and into my cock. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. He began alternating blows, hitting me with deliberate strength, not holding back at all, the crack of flesh
on flesh loud in the room. I finally cried out as the heat in my ass increased with each blow. As his tempo picked up, I felt my cock become even more engorged, and his began to dig like a knife into my stomach.

  It wasn’t long before I was crying out and begging him shamelessly to take me. All I could think about was him inside me, that pain that was so like pleasure. Then he stopped and pushed me off his knee. I slid onto my knees on the floor at his feet, and he said, “Undo me, Daniel. It’s time you learned to suck your gentleman’s cock properly.”

  I undid his trousers, letting his cock slap against his belly. He grabbed my head and guided my mouth over his swollen head. He bucked and pushed his cock deep into my mouth, guiding my mouth on and off his erection. He was incredibly thick and I had some trouble taking it all. When it hit my throat, I nearly choked. He forced himself down my throat and I gagged, but he didn’t let up. He pulled out briefly and said, “Breathe,” and then pushed it steadily down my throat all at once. “Relax and swallow me, all of me. Now, Daniel.”

  His voice galvanized me like some erotic drill sergeant. I swallowed his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt. “Good boy,” he said, and slammed his cock down my throat a few more times. “Now suck me.”

  I sucked.

  “No, Daniel. Harder.” He grabbed my head with both hands and forced me down until my face was flat against his stomach and held me there, gagging, before slowly letting up. “Now suck, hard. Suck me and make me come.”

  I sucked hard, as hard as I could. I sucked until I tasted the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. He pulled out at the last moment and came in a modest spurt against my chest, which he then scooped up in his fingers and pushed into my mouth, holding my head steady while he forced me to swallow him down.

  “Good boy.”

  I was trembling from his violence and my own excitement when he pulled me up against his body so I was straddling his lap. He kissed me, exploring me with both lips and teeth. He encircled his arm around my back and pulled my body against his so his shirt rubbed deliciously against my bare chest, and my painfully stiff cock rubbed against his leg.

  “Rub it against me,” he commanded, biting and kissing me. “I want to feel how excited you are. I want to feel how much you love this.” I started grinding my cock against his leg. Mr. Karenina groaned with appreciation but then added, “But don’t come just yet.” I slowed down with his command but didn’t stop. He felt so good against the front of my body, his heat penetrating my skin, his body fitting against mine almost perfectly.

  “Do you trust me, Daniel?” he asked, his voice steely and still commanding.

  “I trust you.”

  “Do you love me?”

  “Yes. I love you,” I blurted out. “Will you please kiss me again?”

  He cupped my face with both hands and bent to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss. I shuddered and melted against his chest, against the hard muscles there. I kissed him back, probing his mouth with my tongue. His erection stabbed into my leg and his hand moved down between us, straying to my cock and balls. He fondled them lovingly but not too gently so I bucked against him. “I fucking love your mouth and ass,” he growled against my lips. “I want to fuck that tight ass off you tonight until you can’t take anymore of me, Daniel, until you scream. Until all you dream about is coming for me.” He bit my lip until I gasped into his mouth. No one had ever talked to me like that, so passionately, so perversely. “Give me your ass.”

  I climbed out of his lap and crawled to the head of the bed, where mounds and mounds of red satin pillows lay piled. I lowered my head, propping my arms on some of the pillows, and stuck my ass up in the air. He crawled up behind me, scenting me between the legs like some wild animal. He gave my balls and ass a few grateful licks. I groaned and pushed my ass in his face, inviting him to take me, but he wasn’t ready just yet.

  I groaned as he pulled away and got to his feet. I watched him walk to the bedside table and open it, removing a series of black silk scarves. He wound the scarves around my arms, first binding my wrists together, then binding them tight to the spokes of his headboard with a series of intricate knots. The last silk scarf he tied around my eyes. Then he turned out all the lights in the room so I crouched there on the bed on my knees, in absolute darkness, with my hands bound to the bed frame, totally at his mercy.

  I felt the bed take on his weight, and then he started licking me again, starting at my backbone and working his way down my crack, stopping to kiss and suck at my asshole before continuing down to take my balls in his mouth, sucking on them thoroughly before applying the smallest hint of teeth. I whimpered and arched my ass against him uncontrollably, begging and pleading for him to fuck me.

  He milked my cock until he had enough pre-cum to cream his fingers, then he forced those fingers up my ass, lubricating me thoroughly before shoving his meaty cock deep into my hole. I arched my back and screeched like some alley cat in heat as he pushed deeply and forcefully into me, widening me and slicking me through the force of his own pre-cum and penetration. He started pulling out, but I backed against him, eager for more, eager to take as much of him as I could at once. I knew it would hurt a whole hell of a lot less than if we went slow. And besides, I didn’t want slow. “God, fuck me,” I told him. “Fuck me as hard as you can and make me come.”

  Mr. Karenina complied. He hesitated only long enough to bridge my body and reach for the spikes of the headboard, anchoring himself so I was lodged tight against the front of him, nowhere to go, then started putting everything he had into the ass-fucking he was giving me. He pounded into me as hard as he could, until my grunts turned to squeals. My cock throbbed and my thoroughly spanked ass ached from the impacts. Each of his incredibly powerful thrusts pushed me down into the pillows before lifting my ass a little off the mattress, and it wasn’t long before I found myself screaming and clawing at the spikes of the headboard while he raged inside me like some animal and pulsing waves of pleasure and pain radiated out through my body.

  “You’re a slut, Daniel, a fucking slut,” he growled in my ear as he drove himself relentlessly into me.

  “Yes,” I agreed, barely able to speak through the almost dizzying waves of euphoria assaulting my body and brain.

  “How many men have you had? How many have you offered your pretty ass to?”

  “Only you,” I answered.

  “How many cocks have you sucked?”

  “Only yours.”

  “What does that make you, Daniel?”

  “Your slut,” I choked out. “I’m your slut.”

  “I want you to come with me, slut.”

  As before, we came together. I screamed with release as my body convulsed and pearls of come jetted over the pillows, while Mr. Karenina came with a violent shudder and a growl of satisfaction deep inside me, filling me so fully that I felt it gush out of me when he finally pulled out some moments later. Still panting and heaving with exertion, he rubbed his still-dripping cock against my backbone, and then came again, against my back and ass as if he were marking me as part of his territory. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of me, rubbing himself all over me, rubbing his scent into my skin. “Now you smell like me, Daniel,” he sighed. “You smell like mine. I should leave you tied down, yes? Fuck you all night long like this. Then leave Maria to find you tomorrow morning, bound, with your beautiful ass in the air.”

  I wriggled in my bonds and thought about my inglorious position, tied to Mr. Karenina’s headboard, his come dripping down the inside of my legs from the way he’d worked my sore and tired ass, my own come splashed across his pillows. And yet, despite everything, his words made my cock pulse with new life. I wanted him. I wanted to do whatever it took to please him.

  “How would you feel about that, Daniel?” Mr. Karenina asked, rubbing himself like a giant cat against me. “How would you feel if I displayed you for everyone to see, so everyone knew you were mine?”

  I breathed roughly through my fear and my arousal. I had a feeling thi
s was a test of some sort, so I said, “I’ll do whatever you ask, sir. I do whatever my gentleman demands of me.”

  “Are you mine, Daniel?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Mine to do with what I want?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Mine to enjoy anytime I want. Anywhere I want?”

  “Yes, sir. Now and forever.”

  He groaned with approval and kissed my shoulder as he gently undid my bonds. “My beautiful boy, my courtier,” he said as he gathered me into his powerful arms and kissed me tenderly. We settled into the pillows, and I cuddled into his warmth as we settled down to sleep.

  Mr. Karenina smiled. “Daniel, I do believe you’re ready to join the Dollhouse.”

  * * *

  Book III: Teacher’s Pet

  The restaurant was half-full, but Mr. Karenina had reserved a private table in a tucked-away corner, which was good because the restaurant was located not very far from campus, and although I doubted anyone I knew could afford to dine here, or would have much interest even if they could, you never really knew who you might run into. And then I would have to explain why I was on a date with a blind, retired billionaire—a man old enough to be my dad.

  Dinner had consisted of apple, bacon and blue cheese stuffed pork chops and a side dish of shrimp and pasta with goat cheese cream sauce. The food was so rich I was starting to worry about my waistline. If I kept letting Mr. Karenina feed me, I was going to need to get back into a gym routine. Not to mention it was seriously spoiling me of my usual pizza or greasy late-night take-out routine, the usual college-guy fodder.

  Mr. Karenina sipped the fine red wine he had ordered us and glanced down into the glass. He was dressed spectacularly in one of his fine, brushed black tuxedoes, the acceptable uniform in places like these, though he’d requested I wear a simple white shirt, my faded blue jeans and a black dinner jacket tonight. I’d thought at first it was because the suits he had ordered me weren’t ready yet, but then he’d admitted on the way over that it was because he liked me in jeans, liked the way they felt on me when he touched me.