Club Alpha: BDSM Romance Boxed Set

by Amy Valenti

  He didn’t pull away, though. He didn’t release me from his hold, and he kissed me with such passion that after a few moments, it was hard not to get wrapped up in it. My mouth yielded more easily, my tongue delicately probing against his, tasting the alcohol on his breath.

  My arms were trembling, my entire body shaking like a leaf despite the warmth in the room, and my pulse raced. My hands started moving up, towards his chest, but he pushed them back down before bringing his broad palms to my back.

  I shifted into him, leaning up on tip toes as I felt his fingers move down my spine, the tip of his middle finger poking in beneath the lace of my panties, right above the centre of my ass. I gasped, but I couldn’t deny the thrill it sent through me. I was certain that those panties were diffusing the scent of my arousal into the room, making it headier, and a momentary bit of shame went through me.

  I’d practically just met this guy, but I couldn’t help the way my body called out for him. It wasn’t the money, it wasn’t anything other than the fact that he was genuinely gorgeous and so out of my league by normal standards. It was a rush to think that maybe he actually did want me, and as his hand shifted to the side to cup my bare ass I gasped into his mouth.

  His fingers teased the cleft of my ass cheek, part threat, part promise, and I had to pull back, breathless and with wide, doe like eyes.

  “Daniel,” I whispered, but he silenced me with another kiss, harder and more passionate. His hand squeezed my butt, massaging it and setting all my nerves on fire.

  There was no way I could sleep with him, was there?

  I hadn’t even thought about it. It was too farfetched until this very moment, and my stomach fluttered with nerves. He pulled back and stared down at me with that piercing gaze and for a moment I thought I’d done something wrong, but his gaze shifted to the bed and I knew what he was going to ask before he even asked it.

  I shook my head.

  “I can’t,” I protested, my jaw quivering.

  A flash of anger crossed his features, followed up by a devilish smirk, his arms folded beneath his chest.

  “Why not?” he probed.

  I hadn’t thought this far ahead. That damned alcohol, that damned lust, was making my head so fuzzy.

  “I don’t do that on the first date.”

  He laughed and I wasn’t entirely sure why. I stared up at him with my own anger, but his gaze softened as one of his hands went to my collarbone.

  “Logan told me that until Thursday you also didn’t do this. That you’re just trying to make some extra cash for your dad, is that it?”

  How did Logan even know that?

  A flash of heat went through my body as his fingertips played with my sensitive skin. I couldn’t deny it, could I? Call Logan a liar?

  I swallowed.

  “So?”

  “So,” he said, his fingers teasing lower, over the cusps of my ridiculously pushed up breasts, letting the skin prickle under his touch, every nerve coming alive.

  “So how about I make you a deal?” His face was so youthful and devious. He couldn’t be that much older than me. Maybe twenty-five? I hadn’t asked.

  I couldn’t even speak, I just nodded my head stupidly, the collar making it slightly uncomfortable to do so.

  “I won’t have sex with you. Nothing,” he said as his fingertips trailed down the centre of my torso, to the top of my panties and grazing across my mons, “will go where these hide. No penetration, no anything. But you have to be wholly nude and do whatever else I say. And in exchange, well. I could make your father’s life much more comfortable.”

  My mouth dropped open. I’d barely heard what he said as he touched along the bottom part of my stomach, but he had me just where he wanted me. There was no way I could refuse. Not an offer like that, an offer too good to be true.

  “How?” I still insisted. I wasn’t dumb. I didn’t want some guy promising me just what I needed without any specifics.

  He looked hesitant at my question, but he gave me a gentle nod.

  “My aunt is going under treatment for something similar. I’ll see to it that your dad gets an appointment with her doctor. He’s the best, Rachael. What are you getting for working here tonight?”

  I paused. Talking money wasn’t polite. I’d always been told that, growing up. It’s none of my business and it’s none of theirs, but still I spilled it out.

  “Two grand for working the party, another thousand for…” I trailed off. How could I say ‘entertaining you’?

  “For this,” he grinned, and I nodded. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Everything costs money, Rachael, especially the time of gorgeous young women.”

  Was he still talking about me?

  I brushed some of my hair out of my face, a nervous reaction, but his finger went to my chin, making me look at him. “I’ll make it five even, Rachael. Just for this one time. And your dad still gets the appointment – free of charge. If you never want to see me again, well, you don’t have to. I’ll be up here for a month, though, and if you do just as I say…”

  I’m pretty sure my heart stopped. Five thousand dollars for spending the rest of the night with a demi-god? It was unreal, and instantly my shoulders felt like so much weight had been stripped from them. I could definitely do whatever he wanted for that.

  I didn’t even have to answer. He read my consent all over my body, my face, and his hands were upon me again, reaching around and touching my spine before reaching for the hook of my bra. He didn’t unclasp it, though, holding me in a hug as he stared down on me.

  “If it ever gets to be too much, anything, for any reason, just say ‘red’. If it’s getting too much, say ‘yellow’. Like stoplights. Otherwise I’m going to assume everything is fine and green.”

  I nodded. Safe words, yea, I’d heard about those things.

  He smiled, his nose nuzzling against my forehead.

  “But I really hope you can make it through the night.” His fingers unclasped my bra with no further preamble or invitation and a tiny gasp was the only sound I made. My nipples had been straining against the material and they poked up high into the air atop my pert, tiny breasts. He let the bra fall to the floor before backing up, staring at my chest.

  I felt like such a child and I went to cover myself but he knocked my hand away as he tut-tutted me. I’d never had a guy look at me like that before. I’d always had my ex turn off the light and I’d take off my clothes beneath the sheet. I’d never felt so naked, so on display as I did at that moment.

  And that moment dragged out for what felt like an eternity, me standing there as he watched my nipples stiffen under his gaze, the areolas puckering and the skin beyond prickling with excited goosebumps. I’d never done anything like this, but my body sure seemed to want it. Crave it. I had to shift just to feel the sensation of my panties brushing across my damp sex.

  His hand reached out, so much bigger than my breast, fitting the nipple between two of his fingers. He didn’t squeeze, though, just rest against me, feeling my heated, soft skin beneath his firm hand.

  And then, when he did slowly bring those two fingers together, tugging on the nipple, I had already wished for it a dozen times, just to know what it would feel like. I couldn’t contain the gasp, or hide the soft sound of a moan that ran below it.

  He smiled, pinching me harder.

  “You’re awfully sensitive,” he cooed, like it was a compliment. His hand retreated and my eyes went wide. I wanted more.

  Much more.

  Instead, he pointed to my panties.

  “Take those off and put them in your mouth.”

  I hesitated, and his fingers went to my chin, forcing my face up. He was so near to me that I felt his breath wash over my face as he spoke. “When I tell you to do something, sweet girl, you do it and you thank me for the pleasure. Do you understand?”

  I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

  “Yes,” I whimpered, my hands going down and hooking into my panties. I h
esitated again and he smile darkened.

  “We’re not going to have a problem, are we?” he asked, and I shook my head, resisting his hand. He smiled, and I tugged down my panties, released the scent of my sex into the air. A flush went through me, pinkening my pale flesh as the material got caught on the anklet.

  He went down on a knee to help me remove it, but then he was there, just inches away from my sex. Sam had taken me with her to get a bikini wax – one of the most painful experiences of my life – but she’d said there was no way I could have hair poking out of the lingerie. It made sense at the time but now the only thing that hid me was a little strip of hair just above my slit, drawing attention to the bareness of my vulva.

  I was sure he could smell me. I could smell me.

  His nostrils flared as he looked at it with such an intensity I couldn’t fathom, and my heart raced. I was so exposed to this man I barely knew, this man who was so out of my league, and he looked up over my small body and gave me a wolfish grin.

  Standing, he offered me the damp panties with a command.

  “Put these in your mouth,” he ordered, and already I knew better than to disobey. I looked up at him with wide eyes as I accepted them, tentatively bringing them to my mouth.

  “What do you say?” he prodded.

  I paused.

  “Thank you?” I replied in kind, completely uncertain if that was what he wanted to hear, but his hand grabbed my wrist and prevented me from carrying out his command.

  “Sweet girl, for tonight, I’m your owner. I own you, body and soul, for these precious hours. So you thank your master for letting you taste that sweetness that you’ve denied me.”

  His words were all honey and silk, and compelled me to want to say it. To find that appreciation for what he was doing that he clearly thought I should feel. My hand trembled in his solid gasp but still I uttered those words.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  He smiled and released my wrist, but I still hesitated.

  “How can I say red if I have this in my mouth?”

  He didn’t look fazed by the question.

  “Sweet girl, your panties aren’t that big. It’s not to gag you. Just to make you taste what I’ve done to you.”

  I nearly fainted. How could he look so calm and in control when he was saying such filthy things to me, but instead he just patiently smiled.

  “Now, you better do it because I don’t like being refused.”

  I felt like a leaf blowing in a hurricane as I pushed that lacy material between my lips and tasted my own honey against my tongue. He smiled wider but I felt ridiculous, like a squirrel or something. It was hard keeping my thoughts straight as I looked up at him. He was dressed so casually and I was almost completely naked except for the leather around my limbs.

  His buttoned down shirt was so soft, and I wanted to touch it again, to feel that warmth and affection he’d shown me earlier. I was too enamoured to even really appreciate the sensation of his hard body pressing against mine, but now I craved it.

  “Now get down on all fours, sweet girl.”

  At the same time I wished he wouldn’t call me that, it kept making my stomach flip with excitement. I hadn’t done a lot to explore my sexuality or anything like that, and knew enough about how to get myself off that I didn’t feel the pressure to learn more.

  Besides, how or where would I have learned one of my kinks was a demi-god calling me a sweet girl?

  I didn’t want to displease him again. He was doing such wicked things to my mind, twisting me to his perversions, and I delicately lowered myself to the wooden floor. It was almost pristine, and clearly had been cleaned before we got here, so I didn’t mind as much, but it still felt dirty.

  Maybe it was just the act itself.

  He bent down, shifting the table out of the way and then going to the bar. I looked behind me, but I could only catch glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye. I rotated the panties in my mouth, and they were already soaked with spit.

  There was a rustling of something that sounded like metal, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. His back was turned to me, and so I let my head drop down, feeling that leather sink into my throat as my hair fell to either sides of my cheeks.

  When he returned, he stood behind me, and I could feel his gaze burning into me.

  “Spread your legs, precious,” he purred, and I hated that I’d agreed to do this. It was humiliating!

  So then why did my stomach turn with excitement?

  I felt his foot press against the inside of mine, nudging it open and I obliged, feeling myself open for his inspection. My flesh burned red and I wondered if I shouldn’t just run out of there now, forget this ever happened. Forsake the money, the everything. Embarrass Rachael. Let down my dad.

  No, I had to keep pushing through. I had to do what he said, and so my knees spread wider and I felt his breath next to my ass. He inhaled deeply and I thought I was going to faint before he stood back up and walked around me.

  “Head up,” he instructed, and I did so, raising my eyes over his body and catching sight of a leash in his hands. Oh no.

  My heart kept racing and I had to bite down on my lip. I couldn’t do this. I had to do this. I wanted to do this. Those thoughts kept repeating full circle in my mind, always in the same order, as if the fact that I wanted this was the last thing I should or would consider.

  Not that that was any different from how I lived the rest of my life. I’d always passed up doing the things I wanted to do in favour of what I should do, or what everyone else wanted me to. I’d never been able to even do an internet search for something like this, it was too embarrassing.

  But as my eyes raised to his and I saw that soft hint of a smirk, felt his finger lace into the D-ring of my collar and clasp the metal hook, desire ran through me.

  It was then when I realized he’d given me a free pass to enjoy myself. A man from out of town, who would never talk to any of my family, anyone I knew other than Sam…

  There was no potential for cruel rumours, and even if I fouled this all up, it was something I had to do. Everyone would understand, wouldn’t they? I did it for my dad.

  So when he stood upright again and began to walk, my legs and hands moved in tandem, tiny little bursts of motion as I followed after him like a puppy. A little, lost puppy.

  It gave me a chance to see him from behind, over the casual way the green shirt hung around his hips, his jeans cupping his ass so perfectly. It was hard to find a man that knew how to look good in jeans, but Daniel… he was a demi-god. Of course he’d known to turn around and see how his butt looked.

  He stopped at the bed, and I raised my gaze to the back of his head, but he didn’t turn around. Instead he clipped the other end of the leash to the bed and opened the nightstand. I couldn’t see what it was he pulled out, but the silver caught the light and I sat back on my haunches. The hard floor was hurting my knees.

  He glanced over his shoulder and there was a spark of irritation in his eyes.

  “Did I say you could sit?” he asked, and there was none of me being his precious, his sweet girl. It was just hard admonishment, and instantly I moved back onto my hands and knees.

  His smile was darker, but I was grateful for its presence at all.

  Daniel finally turned, putting down a small dish, like for dogs. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked up at him in questioning.

  “You need to prove you’ll do anything I say,” he said, once more leaving off those pet names I craved as he walked back to the bar. I turned but all I could see was the rich fabric of the comforter, looking too warm and inviting.

  I listened to the clink of some bottles, some things I couldn’t put my finger on, and I wondered what he’d do to me, now that I was under his control. At his mercy.

  The thought of it was coming easier and easier. Slowly, my self-consciousness, my uncertainty of why he’d chosen me started dripping away. In the end, it didn’t matter why. I was doing something I’d alwa
ys wanted with a guy I’d have been too terrified to talk to.

  I just had to relax and enjoy the night.

  There were no other options.

  I heard the soft pit-pat of his feet as he walked back to me. He crouched before me, his legs spread as he sat on his haunches, a bottle of some white liquid in his hands. It was probably milk, I surmised, but it still didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me.

  I stared at him with wide eyes as he poured it into the little dish. Setting aside the empty bottle, he brushed some of my hair from my face.

  “Now. You’re going to lap up every little bit of that, my precious pet.” His hand ran back through my hair, touching along the back of my neck and making my back arch with pleasure.

  He was playing me like some instrument, carved just for him. It wasn’t fair. How could he control my body so well? I’d never figured, in all my life, that being told to drink some milk from a dog dish would twist my insides and make my pussy throb with need, but it did.

  For him, I’d try anything. I nodded and he smiled, reaching his fingers into my mouth and taking out the soaking wet panties, placing them on the bed. I licked around the inside of my mouth, feeling the strange, lace imprint there and tasting the strange, sticky sweetness of my arousal.

  “Say thank you,” he urged.

  “Thank you,” I whispered back, and he shook his head. One of his hands lingered down over my shoulder blade and sent a thrill down my spine.

  “Who am I?”

  I paused. “Daniel,” I answered, but I didn’t know his last name. It could have been Albert, I supposed, but he was already shaking his head again.

  Then it came back to me what he was looking for, even as he started talking.

  “I own you now, don’t I, precious? What does that make you?”

  “Yours?”

  “And what does that make me?”

  My heart leapt into my chest as my eyes dipped away from his. I couldn’t handle those piercing blues any longer. “My owner,” I whispered. “My Master.”