Club Alpha: BDSM Romance Boxed Set

by Amy Valenti

  Karen smiled. “Why else would you have ventured out of your room? I mean, I’ve been here before. I know what’s in store for me and am comfortable with that. Roaming around the rooms back here is not a big deal to me, but you, my friend, are a newbie here. When I was a newbie, I was too embarrassed to go exploring. I only stumbled upon this room because I was convinced I was leaving.”

  Sara’s mouth opened as she stared at Karen in shock. “You wanted to leave when you first came here?”

  Karen nodded. “Yep, and the girl who was here talked me into staying. It wasn’t an easy weekend, but I made it through and I’m glad I did.”

  “So, you’re telling me I should stay?”

  “I’m saying if you truly want to change, you should stay. After all, even if things don’t work out with you two, you’re still carrying around the root of your problem. Why not think of this as a weekend of rehab? It’s difficult, slightly painful, and emotionally draining, but in the end, you’ll be a better person for surviving it.”

  Karen’s words made a lot of sense and she was speaking from experience. Maybe Sara would never get to Karen’s BDSM level, but if she could make it through this weekend, that might be enough.

  She pushed up from the couch and turned to look at Karen. “I should probably get back to my room now. I have some homework I need to complete.”

  Karen grinned. “Good luck, Sara. Just remember, it’s worth it in the end.”

  “Thanks for the advice and good luck yourself. Maybe I’ll see you again before the end of the weekend.”

  Karen nodded. “Maybe you will.”

  Sara hurried down the hall to her room and closed the door behind her. She eyed the tray of food sitting on the table before heading to the television.

  Taking a deep breath, she reached for the stack of DVDs, thumbed through the titles, chose one and popped it into the DVD player. She then crossed the room, picked up the sandwich and drink, and returned to the chair. Leaving wasn’t an option. She was going to get through this if it killed her.

  Chapter 4

  Exhausted, Adam barely made it back to his room before he collapsed. A perpetual smile stretched across his face as he replayed earlier events again and again. He never would have imagined Sara liked to be spanked and he couldn’t help but wonder what else turned her on?

  The door to the adjoining bathroom opened and Everett appeared. “Hey.” He nodded as he walked past where Adam lay; droplets of water still peppered his tan chest and Adam couldn’t help but be envious of the well-defined six-pack the other man sported. Damn, no matter how much time he spent in the gym, he could never quite manage abs like that.

  “So, how did it go?” Everett asked as he stripped white towel from around his waist and began to dry off fully. Adam caught sight of the other man’s package and his eyes averted back to the ceiling fan, running in lazy circles above his bed. As comfortable as he was with the idea of seeing other men naked, there was something just a bit strange about seeing the jewels of another man when you were sharing a room with him.

  “Good,” he replied.

  Everett stopped drying off and shot him a look, his brows knit together in disapproval. “Good? That’s it? Come on, Adam, you can do better than that.”

  Adam couldn’t help but let the smile inch back across his face. One thing was universal with men. If there was good sex to talk about, other men wanted to know. He pushed himself back against his pillow and glanced over at Everett, careful to keep his eyes north of the equator. The last thing he needed was for the man to think he was gay or something. This weekend was uncomfortable enough without making it worse. “Actually, it went much better than I expected.”

  Everett dropped onto the edge of his bed and draped the towel over his lap. “So what did you finally decide to do?”

  “I went in strong and took control, just like Patty said I should. I gave her a hand spanking.”

  Everett grinned. “Did she protest?”

  “At first.” Adam nodded. “But imagine my surprise when I realized she was getting turned on by it. In all the time we’ve been together, not once had she ever let on that she liked that kind of stuff.”

  “Maybe she didn’t know herself. Sometimes with these prudish-type chicks, they don’t realize they like something because they’ve never allowed themselves to try it. I mean after all, in their mind its taboo, and taboo equals bad.”

  “Maybe, but I’m telling you, when I reached between her legs and my fingers came back creamy, I though I was going to explode right on the spot. I can’t remember the last time I’d seen something so damn sexy.” He twisted onto his side to get more comfortable. “So how’d your first session go?”

  Everett’s grin turned into a full-blown smile. “I tied her to the bed and beat her with a flogger, then made her suck me off.”

  Adam’s mouth fell agape and knew he probably looked like a fool. “Did I just hear you correctly? Did you just say you beat her?”

  Everett nodded. “Yeah, but it’s not nearly as bad as it sounds. I used a leather flogger on her. She loved it. You should have seen the way the inside of her legs got all white and frothy as the session progressed. Kind of reminded me of how a thoroughbred sometimes looks after running a big race. By the time I actually touched her, she came right on the spot.”

  Adam shook his head. “Wow, you guys are really into some twisted shit. A little spanking is one thing, but I’ve heard that those floggers can really create a biting pain.”

  “Hey, don’t knock it, man. Some women totally get off on pain, in the right setting, of course. That’s part of why she wanted to come here. She knew I’d get proper training before we started and if there was anything she didn’t like, she’d feel safe saying no. I’m already looking forward to our next session.” He lifted his hand and curled it into a fist. “I can’t wait to see her reaction when I fist her pussy.”

  “Shit!” Adam kicked his legs over the side of the bed to stand. All this talk about sex was getting him hard again and he was in desperate need of taking a leak. “You make my next encounter look like a walk in the park.”

  Everett cocked his head to one side. “Why, what are you planning?”

  Adam stopped at the bathroom doorway and looked back at him. “I assigned her some pornos to watch and told her she needed to learn the proper technique for giving head.”

  Everett raised both brows. “Are you telling me she’s never given you a blow job before?”

  Adam pursed his lips together and shook his head. “Nope. She says it’s dirty and human mouths are not meant to be used like that.” He rolled his eyes as he gave the statement a snort. “I told you she had issues. It’s just more brainwashing by her mother. I swear I think she wanted Sara to grow up to be a nun or something.”

  “So, you actually think she’ll go through with it?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. It seriously goes against everything she’s been taught, so we’ll see.”

  “Well.” Everett stood and head toward the closet. “For your sake, I hope she does. Every man needs a good blow job now and then.”

  “Yeah, thanks.” Adam closed the bathroom door and flipped on the light. Everett wasn’t the only one hoping she’d go through with it.

  * * * *

  Sara glanced at the clock on the far wall. Where was he? She’d spent the entire afternoon playing and replaying the DVDs. She’d put particular scenes in slow motion, paying close attention to the reactions of the men and women in the film. Now, after nearly four hours, her body thrummed with need and she couldn’t wait to show off what she’d learned.

  Her physical reaction to the DVDs had bothered her at first, but as time went on, she began to enjoy the feeling induced by the images on the screen. Once she got past the size of the women, she realized that there was something primal about watching two people love each other so intimately. Several times during the afternoon, she’d even considered the idea of masturbation, but fear of retribution kept her fingers nort
h of her equator. How would Adam react if he walked in and saw her getting off while watching the videos? Worse yet, how would she feel if she were caught? Even the thought mortified her.

  Now, hours later, she was so freaking horny that nothing, not her self-esteem issues or her prudish upbringing could have penetrated her senses and dulled the feeling.

  She jumped when the door finally opened and turned to find Adam covered by a silky black robe. He closed the door behind him and flipped the lock. “Are you ready?”

  Was she ever? “Yes, Master.”

  He crossed to the chair and removed the robe, letting the fabric pool at his feet. Sara couldn’t help but stare, taking in every inch of his delicious body. Broad shoulders connected to a well-defined chest, where his muscles flexed with every movement. Blond hair peppered his skin, and created a line leading downward to a rippled, but not quite washboard stomach. It was a physique she knew well and missed a lot.

  He eased down into the seat and motioned to her. “Assume the position.”

  Sara dropped to her knees between his parted thighs and eyed what defined him as a man. His considerable length jutted up, erect and waiting for action. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen his penis before, and his was impressive to say the least, but seeing it and touching it were two different things. In the two years they’d been together, not once had she ever touched him there. For a moment she was actually bewildered by that fact. How had she never touched him?

  “Okay, show me what you’ve learned.”

  She tentatively reached out for him, wondering if she could possibly perform as well as those women on the screen. They probably all had years of experience and she, only a few hours. Of course that didn’t mean she couldn’t give it her best shot. Before she made contact, he grabbed her hand. “Don’t be shy.”

  She looked up at him, met his gaze, and nodded. He placed her hand on his shaft. Her fingers instinctively wrapped around his turgid length and squeezed gently, as low growl reverberated through his chest. With his hand covering hers, he showed her just how he liked it, then let go and allowed her to continue on her own. Stroking lightly, she rubbed her thumb over the heart-shaped head and watched in amazement as his cock swelled and hardened even more beneath her touch. Knowing she’d incited that kind of reaction from him filled her with pride. He desired her and loved how she touched him.

  Growing braver, she let her free hand slide between them and delicately palmed the wrinkled sac at the base of his shaft. The soft globes rolled easily between her fingers and she marveled at how his breathing began to change from long deep breaths to short pants. She tugged lightly on his balls, careful not to hurt him, as her other hand glided over his dick, her thumb grazing over the sensitive tip. For several minutes, she continued stroking him in a gentle rhythm.

  “Very-good,” he panted. “Now-suck-me.”

  She leaned forward to draw in the pungent perfume of man, a musky scent that caused her mouth to water. A week ago, she would have never considered doing this; now nothing mattered more than pleasing him.

  Her hand fell away from his sac and came to rest on his thigh as the other held the base of his shaft. From under her lashes, she glanced up to gauge his reaction as her tongue flicked gently along the silky flesh of his shaft. Based on his feedback, she could adjust her method. His eyes closed and his head fell back. “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Show me what you’ve learned.”

  Slowly, she drew his appendage into her mouth. Her tongue grazed over the tip, tasting the salty bead of liquid weeping from the slit. She moved lower, paused, and sucked lightly. A moan passed over his lips as he fisted a handful of her hair. The tug on her scalp made her want to yelp in pain, but she’d be damned if she was going to stop what she was doing and ruin the moment. Instead, she took more of him into her mouth.

  “More of your hands,” he ordered.

  She readjusted her position and moved her other hand back to his cock. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she pumped with one hand while she kneaded his balls with the other. Her head bobbed up and down as she suckled on him, pausing occasionally to lick the excess liquid from his tip.

  His hips lifted, silently begging her for more, giving her to the courage to do just that. Although she wasn’t sure she could manage all of him, she decided to try the deep throat techniques she’d seen on the DVD. Inch by inch she slowly encased his turgid length between her lips.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groaned as he slouched into the chair, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth in the process. The hand he’d fisted in her hair pushed down on her head, holding her still as he rocked his hips and drove his cock even deeper. The head hit her tonsils, causing her gag reflex to initiate. Her eyes watered and she blinked them closed as she swallowed in an attempt to keep from choking. His shaft slipped past the constricted ring of muscles and for a second, Sara thought she might suffocate. A high-pitched yell filled her ears as his cock throbbed. Hot spurts of creamy fluid hit the back of her throat. With no choice but to swallow, she breathed through her nose until he finished. He slowly withdrew, his shaft making a light popping sound as he pulled out of her mouth. His softening member flopped against his belly, the skin wet and glistening beneath the soft glow of light.

  He opened his eyes and smile down at her. “You’re an excellent student. Now, can you do it again?” Sara wasn’t sure, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t try.

  * * * *

  Sitting against the headboard of the bed, Sara lazily thumbed through a paperback romance she’d found mixed in with the DVDs from earlier. It still amazed her that the first day was over already and she hadn’t backed out yet. Despite all her fears and second guessing, maybe deep down she really did want this change more than she'd realized.

  In the weeks leading up to this event, she’d been looking forward to everything that was going to take place here, hoping that once and for all she’d be rid of the religious brainwashing that had haunted her for years.

  In the silence of the room she clearly heard the turning of her door handle. Preparing herself for yet another session with Adam, she dog-eared the page in the book and set it to the side. The door opened and Adam entered, but he didn’t look to be prepared for another lesson. Dressed in a pair of light blue sleep pants and a loose-fitting white tee shirt, he slowly entered the room. His bare feet made nary a sound on the carpeting. “Hi,” he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

  “Hi,” she replied, unsure of how to proceed. All the times he’d entered her room earlier in the day, he’d been authoritative and took charge of the situation immediately. Only now, he seemed to be more like his real self instead of the ‘Master’ who’d been training her.

  He closed the door, turned to face her and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I can’t stay long. Technically, I’m not supposed to be here right now, but I had to see you.”

  “Okay.” She scooted over and patted the empty place she’d created on the bed, all the while wondering what was going on. Why wasn’t he supposed to be with her, and why wasn’t he in character?

  He lowered himself onto the mattress and flicked a glance up at her, an apologetic look stretched across his face. “I’m not supposed to interact with you except for training sessions, but after everything I put you through today there was no way I was going to be able to sleep tonight without knowing how you were.”

  It was sweet of him to be so concerned and only confirmed what she already knew. He really did love her. She shrugged, hoping to play down her emotions. “I’m fine.”

  He grinned. “You can do better than that.”

  His grin was contagious and she couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, okay, I admit maybe I am a bit wigged out by everything that’s happened today. But I’m a big girl and I’ll manage.”

  The smile he sported dissolved into a frown and took her hand in his, stroking along the back of her fingers. “Ms. Black said I needed to start strong and shock you.”

  She nodded. “Well, you certain di
d that.”

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he said.

  So maybe part of his motivation for seeing her also had to do with guilt? She pondered that idea. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel guilty about anything that was happening here. From the beginning, the retreat had been her idea and she’d asked him to participate. He had nothing to feel guilty about. “I’ll admit I was freaked out, embarrassed and even a little mortified at times, but I wasn’t hurt. So please don’t worry.”

  He blew out a long breath and appeared to relax at her statement. “Good. That makes me feel a bit better. Honestly, baby, I expected some sex, but a lot of talking, like group therapy sessions and such.”

  She nodded. “Me too, but I guess sometimes the only way to make a real change is to experience it.”

  Adam’s eyes widened. “Ms. Black said nearly that same thing just this morning and knowing how you are, I wasn’t sure I agreed with her.”

  “Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have agreed with her either, but honestly, it hasn’t been such a horrible experience. In fact—” She grinned. “There are a few things I found quite pleasurable.”

  Mouth agape, he shook his head. “Never would I have imagined hearing those words come out of your mouth. I can’t believe you’re okay with all of this.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it okay. I’m nervous as hell thinking about tomorrow and Sunday, but I really do want to change and I’ve come this far already. It seems like a waste to stop now.”

  He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Sometimes you truly amaze me.” He leaned in a second time and brushed a soft kiss over lips. “I’m sorry I can’t stay. I’d love nothing more than to spoon with you all night.”

  “Me too.”

  “Just know. Tomorrow, I’ll be back in character and we’ll pick up from where we left off earlier.”

  She raised a hand and touched his cheek, hoping to reassure him. “I’ll be ready.”