Club Alpha: BDSM Romance Boxed Set

by Amy Valenti

  I walked into the room and walked over to her. I didn't deliberately try to hide my voice, but I found as I spoke, maybe I should have bought a Batman costume. Surely, she should be laughing at me. “Very good.” I stroked her hair and she leaned into my touch.

  I never thought I'd get to touch her again.

  I went and sat on the sofa, and noticed a piece of paper. It was from a local women's clinic clearing her of all sexually transmitted diseases, and a prescription for birth control. I'd expect nothing less from Juliet. She loved to cover her bases.

  I watched her for the entire half hour. It was more torture for me than her. If she just wanted to play, I would make this exception. I knew she was serious about this, but if she wanted to play at not knowing me, then we would do that. It was apparently important to her.

  I knew she would make the half hour easily, even though I was a little afraid of what came after. And even though I felt the need to test her further, I had to reevaluate my intentions to do so. They weren't pure. They were obstinate.

  I knew her though. Or at least I thought I did. I knew what she would need. Cue Batman. “Perfect,” I whispered. I stood and walked to her, and guided her upwards. “Did you have any questions?”

  “No.” Her voice was steady. She sounded a little nervous.

  I sat her down on the sofa and instructed her to lie back. I sat between her spread calves, and her knees were doing their best to knock together. I warmed some lotion between my palms and went to work on her knees. “The knee is endlessly neglected. It's also a latent erogenous zone when you manipulate the entire thing with two hands. And the back. That ticklish part? Not so ticklish if you keep your grip strong.” I rubbed her knee a little longer, then moved to the next one. She was perfectly relaxed at this point, and I moved down her calf.

  I looked at her body. I didn't know how I had forgotten such perfection. I began to wonder if it was truly Melanie or an excuse that had made me break up with Juliet, or maybe I had done it before she could. I never saw myself as worthy of her. But, she had. I would need to figure out how to make her see I was ready, but without feeling entitled to it.

  I would need to touch her reverently, and with purpose and passion. I didn't think that would be too difficult.

  My eyes tracked down her body, reacquainting an artist and his muse. It was a credit to my affection for her that I didn't see the wet patch on the crotch of her panties right away. I massaged both legs and lingered doing so, just so I could watch that spot grow.

  I grew bolder. I moved upwards and skirted her upper thighs with my thumbs. She opened like a flower for me.

  But she trusted me not to take it any further. This wasn't about sex. Sex was just a part of what this could be. And I hoped this could be rather a lot. She wasn't so relaxed now, and that made me feel a little bad, but I knew what needed to happen now.

  “Can you meet me in two days? Same place, same time?”

  She took a moment to get back online. She exhaled. “I...yes. I can.”

  “Good.” I wanted to touch her pussy so bad. “Did you notice the chain hanging in the center of the room?”

  “Yes.”

  “When I walk in, I want both hands holding it. I want your body stretched for me. With just your panties.” I paused to watch her expression. She seemed okay with it.

  Now for the hard part. “You aren't allowed to masturbate unless I allow it. Do you understand?”

  She opened her mouth to say something, then grinned. “I work in suicide prevention. Surely, I shouldn't be counseling while so frustrated.”

  Oh. This one was more trouble than I remembered. “You'll just have to deal with it. I trust you can.” I massaged high on her thighs again, allowing my thumbs to touch her panties. Fortunately or not, her panties completely covered her. I could see it was difficult to keep her bottom on the sofa.

  She thought I was going to let her come the next time, but I wasn't. It might be a little cruel, but it would be worth it. I'd make sure of that.

  It was a good evening. We'd meet again. I assumed she knew who I was, and it made all this so much sweeter.

  Later, when I was home, I found myself wanting to talk to her.

  T>I'll have my doctor's note for you as soon as I can get it.

  J>Thank you.

  I'd made an appointment with a local clinic for the next day. I'd have the results rushed, and hopefully I'd get them early next week.

  T>Did you have any questions or concerns about earlier?

  J>A really major concern, if I'm honest. I'm assuming you want me honest.

  I panicked for a moment, but then I realized what she meant.

  T>I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

  J>I'm sure you do.

  T>:) Any other issues?

  J>I'll let you know after the second meeting.

  T>What if that meeting is the same as the first one?

  She didn't answer for a bit, and I wondered if I misunderstood the tone I assumed for her.

  J>It will be difficult, but if it pleases you, then I will be happy.

  Fuck.

  T>Good.

  T>And besides, you trusted me.

  J>Yes. Thank you.

  T>You're welcome. How did you see me finishing you off?

  I won't lie. I was about to masturbate.

  J>I see. So...the no masturbation was only for me. I remember.

  T>Smart girl. Tell me. I don't like repeating myself.

  J>I thought you were going to use your fingers.

  T>How?

  J>I thought you would pull my panties aside and push two fingers into me. To make sure I was wet.

  T>You were wet.

  J>I was?

  T>Definitely. What else?

  J>You ripped my panties off. You spread me open so you could suck on my clit.

  Fuck. Fuck.

  T>Did that make you come?

  J>No.

  T>No?

  J>Oh, no.

  T>How did you come, Juliet?

  There was nothing for a minute, and I wondered if using her name was bad. It was on the STD panel.

  J>On your cock. I came on your cock because I begged for it.

  T>You've given me such little self-control.

  J>Maybe. Have you come, yet?

  T>Yes. I see your point.

  J><3

  God, I didn't want to fuck this up. Even though it was a charade, I would give her the option of the blindfold indefinitely.

  Chapter Six.

  As soon as I walked in the door to my room at Dishabille, I kicked off my shoes, and wondered how the fuck I was going to get through the evening. She was too short for the chain, so she threaded a thin scarf through the lowest loop, and was holding on tightly. Her body stretched out was perfection. Her rounded hips and the slope of her lower back. Her breasts resting naturally on her ribcage. A perfect mix of gravity and genetics. To have my children feeding there...

  I took a deep breath and locked the door. I walked up to her. “Beautiful.” I kissed the underside of her arm, close to her face. I watched her body suffuse with too many shades of pink. “Gorgeous.” I kissed the other arm, and pressed my body against hers and ran my nose along the back of her neck. I wrapped my arm around her front and palmed her breasts. This was more for me than her, but I teased her nipples for show. I just wanted the weight of them in my hands.

  Tonight was going to be difficult.

  “Stay just like this. I'll be right back.” I walked to the back of the couch and picked up a feather, and walked back to her. “Are you doing okay?”

  She nodded. I stood back from her, and touched the feather to her chin and moved it downward slowly, barely touching her skin. She shivered. I walked around her and traced the edge of her panties along her hips, then up her spine. I explored her neck with the feather and marveled at her near convulsions. I couldn't tell if her body was trying to move away or move toward the feather, but I knew she had no control over it.

  I stroked behin
d her ears, and traced along the blindfold. I drew down to her breasts and traced their fullness before moving to her nipples. I touched her so softly I couldn't believe she could actually feel it, but her body strained toward the feather.

  I moved the feather back around and slid it down the cleft of her bottom. Her panties were still on, so I had to press a little harder. I moved the tip up her inner thighs and smiled when she spread herself just a bit. It was difficult because she was already on her toes.

  I moved the feather along her thigh and around to her pussy. I traced all over her pussy. Up over the crease and rounded at her clitoris. I wasn't touching her directly, but it was surely miserable. I stroked back and forth for nearly a minute before abruptly moving the feather back up between her breasts.

  Her body fell limp and her arms shook. I'd probably overdone it, but it was such an exquisite spectacle. I crowded into her and put my arms around her. “Let go, Juliet. Put your arms around me.”

  She did, though it was difficult for her to grip me. I picked her up and carried her to the sofa where I laid her against a few plush pillows. I quickly spread her legs and sat between them. I took an arm, and rubbed life back into it. But, I couldn't stop myself from looking lower. The temptress wore much tinier panties and the entire crotch was wet, as well as nearly half her labia peeking out. Christ. She did it on purpose. She was checking my resolve.

  How would I be winning though, if I ignored her seduction? Would she feel rejected? I couldn't bear for her to feel rejection from me again.

  But she was here to learn about being a submissive, to me specifically, so I would wait a little longer, but I wanted to reassure her. “You make it very difficult to be your Dom.”

  She looked momentarily alarmed, but schooled her features. “What did I do to displease you?”

  “I'm not displeased. I'm trying to care for you, but I can fucking smell your delicious pussy.”

  She tried to close her legs, but I was there to prevent that. She wasn't prepared for my frankness. I mashed my forehead against her lower belly and inhaled deeply. My mouth was not an inch from her. “You still aren't allowed to masturbate unless I allow it.”

  “Is that my punishment for distracting you?” She sounded out of breath. Poor thing. I should've thought before I spoke.

  “Yes, it is. But, it's about to get worse. I'll be keeping your panties.” My hands let go of her arm and moved to her hips. “Lift.” She did. I pulled them down carefully, closing her legs as needed. Once I had them draped on the back of the couch, I pushed her knees apart, and looked my fill. Glistening pink, swollen from arousal, and mouthwatering. Jesus. “Can you meet me here tomorrow?”

  “Yes.” She answered immediately. “How would you like me?”

  I smiled. I had no fucking idea. All I could see was her spread out like this. “Just like this. Except in another pair of panties. Legs spread. I have a number of things I'd like to do.”

  I brushed over her with my fingers and teased her opening, but I never gave in. I never sank my fingers inside her. I'd probably given myself a migraine from gnashing my teeth.

  I leaned down and kissed her clitoris once, then twice with a hint of tongue, then I stood. “Tomorrow, Juliet.” I grabbed her panties, my shoes, and left without a glance back.

  Whose bright idea was delayed gratification? I was going to shoot that guy.

  I raced home after, panties in hand. Keeping them over my nose and mouth in the car was probably a bit much, but I didn't live far from Dishabille. As soon as I walked in, I pulled open my jeans and wrapped up my cock in her still damp panties. They were made from one of those impossibly soft synthetic fibers that felt almost like nothing. Unless they were pussy slick and wrapped around me. It wasn't her, but God, it would do in a pinch.

  J>Am I going to get my panties back?

  T>If they survive the wash.

  J>What did you do to them?

  T>I came all over them.

  J>Are you going to ruin all my panties?

  T>Most likely. I'll buy you more.

  J>I appreciate that.

  T>What panties are you wearing now?

  J>None. I'm too sensitive right now.

  T>:( Is there anything I can do to help out with that?

  J>Anything less than an orgasm would probably make things worse.

  T>That is true. But, you've done perfectly.

  J>Thank you. It's difficult, but even though I'm frustrated, I feel a bit at ease.

  T>That makes me happy. Any questions or concerns at this point?

  J>When do I get to come?

  T>Impertinent girl. After I spank you, of course.

  J>Is that happening soon?

  T>As soon as I get my hands on you next.

  Chapter Seven.

  Why the fuck did she have to be so obedient? At that moment, when I opened the door to the room, she was as I instructed her to be. Just hanging out on the sofa with her legs spread wide.

  I kicked off my shoes and went ahead and stripped to my underwear. I wasn't going to fuck her just yet, but she was going to come and so was I. Hopefully, I'd have the all-clear by Monday, and bring her the results next week. I knew what they were, but she made a point to bring hers, and I knew it was important to her.

  “I'm so tempted not to punish you, but I'm sure you'd rather have a spanking than for me to not let you come again, wouldn't you?” I couldn't stop watching her. I was already so fucking hard. “It wasn't rhetorical.”

  “Yes, please,” she breathed. “Would you like me to turn over?”

  She was eager to get the spanking over with. “Whatever for?” I sat and arranged her legs on either side of my hips. “I don't have any intention of spanking your ass.”

  The blindfold still remained, and I wondered how long she would drag out that pretense. Not that I was going to complain. This was the most aroused I'd been in years.

  I grabbed a small switch from the table behind the sofa, and struck the side of her exposed labia. Hard enough to make red stripes, but not enough to draw blood. It was like an electrical current ran straight through her. I did it several times in quick succession before I could finally see dampness. I rested my cock in the crease between her thigh and pussy, and I ran the switch up to her nipples. I smacked them with varying degrees of pressure, and she squirmed, dragging my cock through the dampness of her panties.

  I bit back a moan and looked down. Her panties were soaked through. I moved back and pressed my face to her pussy, breathing her in, and licking the wet patch on her panties, tasting her. I licked and sucked her panties until I couldn't taste her anymore, and Juliet was pressing insistently against my face. I pulled up, and yanked the delicate lace from its seams, and grabbed the switch again. “Time for your spanking,” I said thickly. I smacked her clitoris steadily, with varying degrees of pressure, then moved onto her pussy and thighs when her body betrayed her incoming orgasm.

  When the tears leaked from her eyes, and she was was begging with her body, I couldn't resist anymore. I had to taste her fully. I ducked down and pushed my tongue into her pussy. It wasn't for her pleasure, but because I needed to taste her. It wasn't as easy as sucking her clit and fingering her, but I didn't care. I needed her to come on my tongue. There was one efficient and quick way that could happen. I lifted my face, but only for a moment. “Touch yourself.”

  I ducked back down and watched her manipulate herself. It was amazing. The light was dim, but I could see every movement. I could hear every ragged breath. When she sped up, I moved my tongue within her, and pushed my jaw into her roughly. I wanted to be covered in her.

  I gripped my cock and squeezed. One wrong movement, and I'd be done, and I wasn't ready to be done just yet. Her pussy gripped my tongue, and she bucked once nearly breaking my nose, but fuck, that would have been an okay story to tell at the Urgent Care Center.

  Her thighs squeezed my head, and when her legs fell bonelessly to the sides, I knew she was finished. I rose and pressed my palm to her pussy
, then fisted my cock. I loved how her come slicked me, and less than a minute later, I was coming all over her heaving tits and stomach.

  I rubbed it into her skin. I smoothed it under her gorgeous tits and over her peaked nipples, and when there was nary a trace, I lowered myself on her and kissed her. Properly. I kissed her like I used to when I was in the mood. I kissed her for a long time.

  I kissed her until her skin flaked off my come. “How about on Monday? I'll have the results from the clinic then.” That was in four fucking days, but I had to work long hours the next few days.

  “It's a formality. The clinic results.” She sounded a little withdrawn. I wanted to pull the blindfold off and kiss her eyes.

  “Yes.” I kissed her cheeks.

  “Can I request a bed, or is that something I should message you about later? I'm not intending‒”

  I kissed her mouth again. “Shhh. I know. It's fine. There aren't any rules in the afterglow.”

  “I was thinking of ditching the blindfold then.”

  “Good.”

  “Is it weird I want you to fuck me before you take me to dinner?” She moved her knees up to my hips. This girl was bad news.

  “It's very weird. So, dinner Monday? After?”

  “Mmmm,” she hummed.