An Alpha's Desire

by Amarie Avant

  “No, dumbass, I don't need that. I want…I want—I don't want your luxury version of frequent flier miles.” Desire’s entire body reads that the man before her is all she craves. Instead of saying so, Desire shouts, “Just go!”

  All I need is a little more time, Des. Don't make me love you just yet. I tip her chin. She swats my hand, though I'm unshakeable. “I will not leave, sweetheart. I’ll give you more diamonds and gems than—”

  “Fuck your pride and your bank account, Daniel. I'm a big girl. I'll get over your dick sometime or another.”

  “All I ever was, was sex to you?”

  Her cheeks puff out, and Desire is all the more the sweet and innocent look than when we first crossed paths. “That's all you aspired to be.”

  I grab her face. “We have a connection, Des. I have never felt this way about another woman. Shit, I am falling in love with you!”

  “You love me?” Desire’s eyebrows crinkle.

  Not a second transpires. “Yes. It all started out for sex, Des. You denied me, I wanted to score—not that I intended to bed you once and throw you away. But damn it, before I even tasted you, I concentrated on the game.”

  She scoffs. “So I was the conquest that you couldn’t get over.”

  “If I am an asshole for my candor, yes.”

  “Well, I’m glad you had no intention of screwing and dodging me, Daniel.” Her eyes darken, the fences she’s built around her resurrecting by the second.

  I caress her cheek, she pushes me away. “Des, you got to say your piece, and I’m saying mine. You pushed me away, you’re beautiful, I wanted you. And before I could have you, I got a chance to know more about you. Now, I only desire to know more and more about you.” I touch her cheek once more, bringing her angered gaze to mine. “I truly am falling in love with you.”

  Her plush lips spread much in the way that they would when eager to take my cock. She smiles. It’s almost bittersweet. “I bet you've said those words a thousand times to a thousand ladies.”

  “No.” I'm unwavering, not allowing her doubt of me to get a rise out of me.

  “Des, I’ve only said it to two women. The woman who birthed me and the one who raised me,” I reply, stroking her face. Something tells me I'll have to declare my love to Desire a thousand times before she says it back. The longing look in her eyes tells me the adoration is mutual, yet there's also fear.

  “So, you love me?” she murmurs.

  “I fucking love everything about you. Your style, those fucking hips as you walk, that badass mouth. I love you, Desire.” My reflection is swimming in her chocolate brown gaze. Instead of uttering the words back, Desire’s slender fingers caress the stubble across my jaw.

  My veins are surging with lava. The selfish part of me covets her vulnerability—her inability to say the words back. Another part of me is angry, livid that she'd date another man, murderously angry that she's incapable of declaring her love.

  She murmurs something just as important. “Don't let me regret giving my best to you.”

  Before I realize that Desire holds all the cards, I respond in agreement, “Never.”

  Eph, you better come the fuck through for me! I push her up against the bedpost at the foot of the bed.

  “Make love to me, Daniel,” she begs; her tiny hand weaving down the center of her caramel breast, the tiny buds of her nipples peeking forth from the thin material.

  My jaw clenches at the notion of her exiting the home, looking good, smelling good, for another man.

  “I'm sorry,” she whimpers, reading my mind. “Daniel, please love my body. I'm sorry.”

  Energy rushes from all angles to my dick. I clasp her wrist, turn her around. My hand swats against her ass. I'm too fucking in my emotions for bondage and submissive because psychological control has always been my go to. Can't do that when Desire is in my head, smiling at another man.

  “Turn around,” I command.

  Desire looks up at me. The fear she held during our first time about being beaten is gone. She's more concerned with the trouble she is in. Then she turns around.

  My hand slams down on her ass and I grab her left ass cheek firmly. My body then presses against hers. My voice is a steely whisper in her ears, “Every inch of you belongs to me. Got that?”

  “Yes.” Desire's voice still pleads forgiveness.

  “I'd command you to undress,” I say, grabbing the seam of the back of her clothing, the sound of material swiftly ripping is a symphony in my ears. “But you will obviously never step out of the house in this dress again.”

  “Okay.”

  “Did I say you could speak?” I bark. The anger is aflame as Desire is before me, no bra, perky, huge tits dipped in chocolate.

  “Lay down, Des.”

  Desire climbs up onto the high mattress and turns around.

  “Turn over, on your belly.”

  She pauses.

  “Don't worry, you deserve a good thrashing, Des. But I'm too angry to hit you right now. I keep seeing that motherfucker and you at dinner, laughing, talking, and flirting.”

  “Daniel, I can't apologize anymore.” She sighs.

  “And I can't love you anymore than I already do, Desire. Because you have my heart.” I grit my teeth from telling Desire that she holds all the control. It’s time to tip the scales. “I have something for you.”

  Desire’s teeth pinch the side of her bottom lip in apprehension, and I kiss her hungrily. “Don’t get too happy, Des. The gift is for the both of us. I believe it’s the most opportune time to use it too.”

  I pull the silk material from my pocket.

  “A blindfold?” Desire huffs.

  “Yes, blindfolds are all about gaining control, or in your case, losing it.”

  “You’re mad at me.” She rakes a hand through her head.

  Too angry to punish you appropriately…I lay beside her, gently placing the black silk over her eyes and tie it behind her head.

  Desire turns her head to the side as if seeking me out. Her tone is anxious. “I’m not ready for this, Daniel.”

  “Get comfortable,” is my only response, while rubbing a hand over her voluptuous ass.

  “Daniel, I don’t like this…” Desire reaches out her hand, but I take her wrist and place it down by her side.

  “Sweetheart, you aren’t allowed to touch me or do anything whatsoever while wearing your blindfold. Not unless I say so.”

  She has more to say, but bites her bottom lip instead then lays on her stomach.

  I climb on top of her body. My hands graze over her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I grip the string of her thong. Instead of pulling it down, I softly pull it upwards. The material caresses her clit, making her wetter.

  Desire

  “Shittt,” I gasp through my teeth. The lace thong is rubbing roughly at my clit, and it feels miraculously good.

  Though darkness surrounds me, my other senses have heightened, such as the burning heat. Anger radiates off Daniel so I refuse to beg him to fuck me or…to make love to me. Hell, his power trip has made it clear that he is furious about my choice of date tonight. When he placed the blindfold along my face, I went through a plethora of emotions stemming from nervousness from being outside of my element, to curiosity.

  Now the trepidation I feel from being submerged in dark is expelled from my mind as Daniel again tugs my thong. The material is dripping wet, and slides ever so lusciously against my clit. I bite my lip; it’s all I can do not to beg him for sex. But I am not allowed to speak.

  “You want me deep inside of you?” His tone is taunting.

  “Yes!”

  “I could punish you right now.” He stops pulling at my thong and the walls of my honey convulse and quivers incessantly. “I could take off my belt and show you the error of your ways. Or, I could fuck you hard, rough.”

  Damn, his tone is dripping in sex. I bite my tongue for moaning. He could beat my cervix in for all he wants. Damn, am I that delirious over
the dick?

  The weight on the mattress shifts. Then I hear Daniel unbuckling his belt. Mouth pooled with desire, I turn my head to look on instinct but am met by sheer, utter darkness. What I wouldn’t do to stare at his sexy body right now.

  “Get back into position.” His voice never raises, yet his teeth grit.

  Like Sleeping Beauty’s desire to prick her hand on the spindle, I speak without permission. “Are you going to hit—”

  “Shhh!” Daniel says. His belt goes flying across the floor. I hear him moving around. Something falls to the floor. It has to be a garment. His slacks maybe? My lips tense in a frustrated huff, and I wait in angst for him to touch me. Lovingly or otherwise, just touch me.

  Daniel’s hand clamps around the back of my neck. “Arch your ass.”

  I rise onto my knees.

  “No, I said arch your ass, sweetheart.” His tone softens somewhat. I lay fully flat giving just enough hip muscle to pucker my ass out for him.

  “I can't hurt you, now. You're just so beautiful, Desire, but you’ve made me entirely too angry to spank you. That being said, this time, I won’t punish you. We will get to that some other day because you have a very bad mouth, and you say things.” His voice is a dream in my ear, so sexy as he talks about spanking me at another date.

  “Daniel…”

  A hard-smacking sound slaps against my ass. It doesn't hurt a bit, but leaves my pussy drenching with tears. Daniel is slapping my ass with his cock!

  “Mmmmm,” I moan.

  “Are you wet for me?” he asks, dick thumping against my ass cheek again. There's a slight spark of pain but it fades and seems to blossom in lust.

  “Super wet.” I bite my bottom lip.

  “Cross your ankles.”

  Soon as said, I've eagerly completed his request. Damn, if I were able to visualize this, it would be erotic-porno perfect.

  “See. You're being a good girl. I was right about you. That's why I didn't have to spank that beautiful ass.” His hand slams down on my butt again. Not slapping, but so heavy that I descend into the mattress. There's a bite of pain, yet it's instantly alleviated as he rubs his hand over the area. Then he clutches my ass cheek. On key, I rise for him a little more.

  Daniel enters me slowly. His cock can hardly fit. He's always felt so snug. But from my position, straight down and legs crossed about the ankle, I feel like I'm strangling the head of his dick.

  His shaft glides in leisurely. Each heavenly inch of him blows my mind, rock hard, stretching me out and slithering into my tight, slick valley.

  In an instant, Daniel’s hand at the back of my neck tugs. His other hand is positioned at the edge of the mattress for leverage. He slams into me with brute force. The surprise makes me want to giggle in delight, but my sex is quivering as lust flows down on his cock.

  “Fuck!” I scream. He slams in and out in rapid succession. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  My lower back bends, and Daniel’s cock funnels through my pussy. I beg for the hurt, for the pain. He pounds at my soft insides until my throat is raw for begging. Daniel lets go of my neck and reaches beneath me to toy with my clit. As he strokes softly at it, he reaches down and bites my neck. Biting and sucking and biting. The hurt feels exquisite. I can barely even speak as he kisses and licks away the pain against my pulse.

  Back arched and hips wide, I take all his dick, moaning along the way. His hand slams down on my ass once more, but he soothes the pain away. With the sense of sight lost to me, it feels like his cock is licking me with every hard stroke. He slams against my g-spot until my back sags. Daniel slows his pace. His hand snakes between our damp bodies, and I clutch the sheets in my fingers. He thumbs my clitoris, then alternates from thrusting and stroking my insides to caressing my clit.

  Up until this moment, I always thought Daniel had pushed me over the brink. Yet with each repetition—thrust, caress, stroke, caress—I welcome delirium.

  “Come for me,” Daniel growls, thumb thrumming my clitoris like his own personal guitar. My body begins to stiffen, and I gasp so deeply not a sound comes out. Warm spunk releases inside of me as Daniel and I come together.

  ###

  The sun began to creep into the skyline about an hour ago, gradually warming against his golden hue. Man, I could lay on my side and watch him for hours. Watch the sun adore his athletic, tanned frame.

  The instant it kisses along his chiseled chin, thick blond eyelashes part. Intense gray eyes, keen while gauging familiarity of surroundings, glance around and then shoot fireworks upon finding me.

  “Say you love me when out of bed,” I speak before thinking.

  “No good morning?” His voice is so heavy and baritone that my insides cream. “Just issuing commands like you're the fucking alpha here?”

  “Good morning. And yes.” I force myself not to take an anxious breath. Why had I said that?

  Say you love me outside of bed…

  I haven't offered my affections in the least. Unless you count in bed. I lost myself in his eyes when he declared his love for me. Though I believe his words, I have my own reservations mainly bestowed upon me in the form of sexist stereotyping provided by my aunt, and a very unhealthy dose of hesitancy.

  “All right, Des. I promise to say I love you in another environment under other dynamics.” His abdominals are strong as he chuckles.

  I bask in the feel of him. Do I love him? Of course. I gave my virginity to an old friend of mine on my 21st birthday so as not to feel like a spinster—funny, I felt even lamer afterwards. The next guy who passed the “three month milestone” with flying colors, I loved him. But his job took him to New York so maybe our love wasn't strong enough to test distance.

  Wentworth Daniel Rutledge III, I did my damndest not to fall for him after the world seemed to when he offered women orchids and saffron. I told myself he had the money, means, and power to woo countless women off their feet, including me.

  I set aside my values, though the first fuck really was heavy with temptation and something new, leaving me breathless. Yet somewhere along the lines, he caught my heart and signed his name upon it.

  “What are you thinking?” His fingertips glide through mine, so caring that I count it as deep infatuation.

  What to say? “We should sneak out before Riley wakes. Sorry, but the boy has seen too much hopping in and out of bed with his mother and I don't want it to solidify as the norm if he sees us.”

  Daniel sighs. “Shit, I didn’t consider Riley at all when I arrived yesterday evening. Riley is a good kid. I can sneak around front. While we were watching freestyles on YouTube, he tricked me into promising to take him for a ride at the race tracks before taking you home so I'll just ring the doorbell.”

  “Home? I am home.” My interest piques. “And where is your car?”

  “Juliet dropped me off on her way out yesterday evening. And I'm implying my home. You're my woman now, Desire.”

  “Real men have insatiable appetites.” Aunt Azalea’s words drown into my psyche. “No matter how gorgeous you are, how in love you ‘think’ the two of you are, ain’t no man prepared to love just you.”

  Her morsels of bitter wisdom ended on a cold rant.

  “Desire, you are my woman,” Daniel ensures.

  I glance deep into his eyes. “Just me? No others?”

  “The day I laid eyes on you, there were no other women in the world for me. I called Azalea and I canceled every last one of my contracts. I'm all in.”

  His hand grazes against my cheek.

  “Me too.” Jada! I have to mention what Jada knows.

  “Is that why you have difficulty saying you love me too? You thought I was lukewarm in this?”

  “Hmmm, what makes you believe I love you?” My fingers take a walk along his bare chest.

  “Words mean less than shit in my book, Desire.” Daniel catches my palm, bringing the tips of my fingers to his lips for a kiss.

  The act is sheer automatic, speaking straight to my heart. I'll lose mys
elf, regardless of the hard truths The Madame offered.

  He elaborates, “But the look in your eyes speaks volumes. Tell me about the last time you weren't afraid to utter ‘I love you.’ What makes you cry?”

  The apex of Daniel’s chest and shoulder becomes the crux for where I lay my head. Damn, I won't admit the anxiety of speaking such intimacies. Yeah, I'm afraid to tell you, but… “Hmmm, last guy was my boyfriend in college.”

  “First boyfriend?”

  Yes? “Damn it, Daniel. May I proceed?”

  “Sure. Tell me how the idiot broke your heart. Give me the pain and angst.”

  “Why? And he didn't.”

  “The more information I have dictates that I won't make the same mistake—and wait, what do you mean he didn't break your heart?” Daniel’s eyebrow arches.

  “We graduated. Our paths diverged. The guy took a gig in another state. No hard feelings. End of story.” I move from my perfectly nestled position at his side. “What's with the face?”

  “That was anticlimactic.”

  “So?”

  “He didn't fight for you? Attempt to persuade you in following suit?”

  “No.” My eyes waver.

  “You didn't love him. Your career took precedence. He tried. You shot him down.”

  I wag a finger. “Keep trying to read me and get the boot if you want to.”

  Daniel cocks an eyebrow.

  I huff. “Okay, he tried. Following a man to fulfill his aspirations is a no-no. Nevertheless, I had a hand in the industry with my aunt. My parents are nearby. Hell, all my family and friends. So, like I just mentioned about getting the boot, the offer still stands.”

  Daniel chuckles. “Don't be angry with me, beautiful. I'm simply conducting research. And the first observation I've made is that you've finally fallen in love. We’re both first timers.”

  Without acknowledging his statement, I snuggle back into him.

  “Now that there won't be heartbreak, obviously, because no man besides me could touch that heart—”

  “Arrogant bastard.”

  “Much obliged.” His head dips in appreciation. “Besides Terence Cedric Bradshaw, what idiots have come close to…” Daniel places his hand across my chest.