Owned By Her Alpha - Kathy

by Sophie Sin

  Owned By Her Alpha - Kathy

  Sophie Sin

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing

  Like This? Try Got Her Butt, the most recent 13 More Erotic Stories (also includes 3 randomly selected 'Blasts From The Pasts') or the Endless Hard-On. All are available at: Sophie's Book List at Smashwords.com

  Table of Contents:

  Introduction

  Owned By Her Alpha Kathy

  Bonus: Training The Bad Doggy

  Bonus: Our Weird Relationship

  Find More Books

  Sophie's Book Note

  This is a standalone short story and is a part of the Owned By Her Alpha series of books. It contains a happy ending.

  Introduction

  This one was a hard book to put together. You see, this series is quite new and really only connects very vaguely to some of the other work that Sophie has done over the years. It was hard to decide what to put in as extras, so we apologize in advance for the lack of solid connection between the three stories that make up this e-book.

  That said, Training The Bad Doggy is one of the hottest pieces of role play that you'll find in Sophie's inventory. It's just over 1000 words, but it has 10,000 words of hotness included.

  In addition to that we have Our Weird Relationship. The title could probably be a little more clear, but it was what we went with at the time. If we were to publish this again, I'd call it Holy Shit Did They Really Do THAT? Or something like that. You'll see what I mean when you read it. Short, sweet and very sexy.

  Onward to the story.

  Thank you for reading Sophie's work,

  Kenneth Guthrie

  Publisher & Editor

  Lunatic Ink Publishing

  A House On A Hill

  Of Kathy Williams, 25 years old.

  There's a mansion on the far side of a hill. It's large, black and is often mistaken for a cathedral. On Saturdays (most of them) black limousines with shaded windows and out of state number plates travel the small one lane road that leads up through the woods from the highway below to house above. Their drivers line them up one after another and sit quietly as their charges rush in blazes of silk and satin to the doors and inside. Each wears a mask and only one man knows exactly who is who.

  The owner of this retreat for those that seek something more is a large man. He has powerful arms, a strong wide back and never is caught in anything but black. I've known him for a year and not once have I seen him anything but immaculate.

  Strong of personality, confident to the point of arrogant and with eyes that make weaker men and women quiver, this is my boss. His name is Rex March and I am his PA, as well as one of his occasional lovers, and, as you will find out tonight, hopelessly at his service in all affairs.

  Rex March: The man I wish I could get away from, but never could. My Alpha.

  The Little Twisted Truth

  Rex March, over 35, watching his plans progress.

  She stands among them like a butterfly with its wings clipped back. When I first saw Kathy, I could barely keep my hands off her. The woman's eyes are green like emeralds and her hair is an auburn brown. She was to my liking back then and still is now.

  I sip my neat whiskey from the tumbler my personal waiter provided and admire the show. The green dress I ordered her to wear fits her slim waist snugly and already she has caught the others' attention.

  It does not affect me though. Most of the guests know who this woman belongs to and steer clear of making a pass. However, some of the younger men – the ones who haven't learned their place in the scheme of things – try their luck from time to time. To me it's like watching children kick around a small colored ball. Those betas could as soon take what is mine into the rooms I have provided as fly to the moon. It is that unlikely.

  In time Kathy glances my way. I don't offer any obvious approval or disdain to ensure she is properly confused, as my plan requires.

  To her left is the often silent and brooding Chris Phillips, a muscular man of good standing in the community, and beside him, leaning past his friend in animated conversation with my PA, is Richard Harris. The latter is known to me as one who can turn a woman to sin with his words alone. It has so far been interesting seeing how he sizes up to my own skills.

  Further to her right, and currently pretending he's disinterested, is Kane Mathews. That one is small of body, but no less alpha for it. Everyone knows that Kane is a close rival for the leadership of our group. I think he has potential, but potential, often, needs to be trimmed and shaped. He will do well in the game that I have planned to see who of us is the greater.

  Bringing my tumbler up to my lips, I find it empty.

  “More.”

  My waiter rushes off to the bar and returns in under a minute. I give no sign of displeasure, but I make a note not to use him again. This one has no composure and I strongly require such characteristics in those around me. A man is only the sum of those below him. Thus, it is my way to only associate myself with those that are equally or nearly as strong as I.

  Kathy's hand slides up to Chris's muscular shoulder to get his attention as planned. It sometimes surprises me how youthful she can be at times for her age. The woman's level of innocence always surprises me and today is no exception.

  Do you really think I had you speak to them for no reason, Kathy?

  So simple. So easy. Manipulated into something that she will only begin to understand in the years to come was for her own good.

  “More,” I growl.

  Yes. More.

  Three Men And Rex March

  To Kathy Williams, 25 years old, currently finding out what Rex has planned.

  Rex pushes me down to the floor and smiles in an amused fashion to the others.

  “This is my bitch,” he states. “You are free to use her as you will.”

  The other men smirk and stroll forward to surround me. Their eyes are on my dress, which has been torn open by the hands of my employer, who has strolled over to large leather seat at the edge of the big four post bed. They take in the largeness of my breasts in comparison to my waist and hips. I'm well put together and I'm sure by the bulges in their trousers that they know this.

  Kane, the youngest of the group but clearly the most hung, steps forward and grabs my hair to look deeply into my eyes. He is thin, but there is a sense of power to him that I find turns me on like crazy. He glances once to Rex then yanks his zipper down.

  “Suck.” he commands in his deep baritone voice.

  I reach into his pants with only a single telling look to Rex, who gives me permission with a single nod, before bringing out a large and vein cock that stinks of man. I put that between my lips and find another and another after that pressed to either cheek. It isn't long before they have me from all angles with their long and hard dicks, which are bulging with blood and solid as steel. My hands and mouth become very busy and the sounds of my sucking gets quite hot and wild to the point where I have to take myself from it for a moment to get my head straight. It feels like all the blood in my body has rushed to my head and that I'm hotter than ever before because of it.

  “Get her on the bed,” Chris says.

  I'm lifted up and thrown down on the soft fabric of the bed sheets. The men bring their hands to my body. They aren't soft about it and I wouldn't want them to be. Very rarely is the line between male and female more clear than at one of these parties. Men take and women give: That is the way of this sordid world and here, more than ever, I am hoping that these basic rules of our world will be respected.

  Richard is first to take advantage of my position. He leans over me and strays one finger down the soft smoothness of my stomach. He places that digit on
my clit through the fabric of my panties, which were pulled aside earlier by one of these men, and sets to creating himself a symphony.

  This man proves to be more skilled in bed than I would have thought by his appearance. I cry out loudly and even Rex seems quite impressed by how quickly the man brings out this kind of feeling in me. Rex knows how hard it is for me to get to this state of excitement. Few men can achieve something like this so fast. That makes Richard the most dangerous of the group and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he could make me cum if he wanted to anytime. These others might be well hung, but do they know a woman's body like Richard clearly does? There are more requirements than just a decent sized cock for a man to really please a woman. Skill... This man definitely has it.

  Time passes in this lusty fashion for quite awhile until eventually Richard tires of keeping me on edge. He steps aside to let Kane and Chris double team me from either side. They don't touch each other, but they work in tandem like true professionals to bring me near enough to orgasm that the world starts to blur around the edges and the faint warmth of the room becomes boiler hot to the point that I'm sweating all over.

  “I'm taking her.”

  Chris is quick. He inserts from the front and pushes himself forward to smile down at me as he slams his hips into mine. Meanwhile, Rex watches on and says nothing. Seeing him admiring the action impassively turns me on deeply. The man usually is quite forceful and wouldn't let another man fuck me like this, but he says nothing this time and seems more amused than anything else.

  Chris finishes quickly. He cums inside and pulls out to stand aside as Richard enters with great haste. The man's dick is not as large as the others, but it is VERY LONG. I feel it hit the bumpy area at the furthest end of my pussy, rubbing it solidly. Soon I am so close to cumming that the man has to pull out and cum on my flat stomach lest I lose myself to the heat of a strong orgasm.

  Finally, Kane takes his turn. He turns me over so that my butt is high and poked up and then fingers my pussy with the pad of his thumb for a moment.

  “You are all dirty now,” he mutters in that deep voice of his.

  He runs a line of cum, white, crisp and clean, up to my rear hole.

  “Is it dirty in here too?”

  I moan as he draws himself down on the bed. He's not a large man, but his body makes the mattress sink inwards a little. I feel myself sink deeply into the bedding. All that really pokes out is my butt, and that gets the tip of his dick, only a little spit to lubricate the way, straight inside.

  “Ahhhh...” It's more a release of expected pleasure than a moan of pain. He is as big as Rex nearly and certainly the thickest man that I've had beside my employer. His dick in my ass has the kind of lovely warm feel that stirs a deep sensation of relaxation. Anal, it does strange things to a woman. For me I always experience this whoosh like the world is disappearing into some deep well or something and then a sudden shocking chill that subsides after the first stroke.

  I feel it from the tips of my toes to the ends of my fingers: The firing of all of the nerves in my body in one go. It rocks me and sends me deep into the warmth of an amazing trance like state. I lie there on the bed, knowing that I'm there in that room with three men standing about watching with eyes like lions on their prey, and moan and groan into the pillow that is under my right cheek.

  My fingers grind up the bedding as he works on my ass. Strike after strike. Thrust after thrust. He isn't overdoing it like many men do. There's a patience to him. It says “I've done this before and I know how this works.” There is truth in that. My ass is warm and hot and I'm incredibly aroused right now, but it's not too much. The pain isn't too great, even though he's big down there. My body slowly tenses in anticipation of what we all know is coming.

  When it comes the men sit and stand up straighter. Kane mutters a few words of pleasure.

  For my part, I scream.

  Scream.

  Scream.

  Scream.

  God, it feels so good.

  My orgasm is hard and fast. My back arches up and my head comes off the pillow. I lock eyes with the wall and let my voice do the talking. My cry is long, drawn out and wonderful. I drop down in a heap and lie there breathless.

  “You can leave.”

  It's Rex. He doesn't mean me.

  We sit there quietly. Employer and employee, maybe a little more, I can never be sure.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks.

  The man's voice is strong, low and comfortable. He isn't mad that I came from another man's dick.

  “It was alright,” I whisper.

  He chuckles.

  “Come here, Kathy.”

  I raise my head, blink and crawl to the side of the bed.

  The floor is soft and only scrapes against my knees a little. My hips sway left and right as I crawl. I must be a sight. Cum dribbling down my right thigh. Out of my ass. Out of my pussy. All the way down my shaven pubic mound. I must be a sight. But so is he.

  It stands long and proud. I wrap my hands around it.

  “Did that turn you on?” I whisper to it, not to him.

  He grunts and says nothing. His dick, though, jerks. I take that as a nod of agreement.

  Rex takes me by the head and jams his dick down my throat to the point where I am choking.

  So long. So very long. I hold that pose for so long that I can barely think. My nipples harden. My eyes haze over. I can feel my pussy clenching.

  Then there's air.

  Delicious air.

  My employer smiles and stands. He puts his dick to my tongue and runs it over. I taste his pre-cum. It is thick and musty.

  “I think I'll paint a picture this time. One that will speak a thousand words. Something for just you and me to enjoy.”

  His hand takes his dick. I've never even heard of Rex taking care of himself. The man works the flesh right over my nose. His eyes are on mine. They are steel gray and like fire. I wilt under them. The man's passion, his natural sternness, that intensity of his gaze that never fails to leave me breathless. His lips jerk to the left just once before he lets bolts of cum down all over my pretty love heart face.

  It rains down on me.

  In my hair.

  Over one eye.

  All down my cheeks.

  In my wide open mouth.

  All over my pink little tongue.

  Covering me.

  All over me.

  “Good girl,” he praises, jerking off one last drop into my mouth. “You got a lot.”

  He takes my cheeks in the thumb and index finger of one hand, draws up my face and kisses me once on the lips, a salty kiss but a sexy one too.

  Then he leaves me.

  Leaves me to realize that even though I was fucked by three men tonight, only one man truly fucked me. He fucked my heart with his passion and his desire. My alpha. I will never be able to get enough of him. Never.

  A Heartless Man?

  Rex March, slightly off-kilter but not thrown by it.

  I run a hand through my black hair and stare down the hallway I am walking down to return to the party. Kathy took a little something from me tonight. It was unexpected but it was welcome.

  “That woman,” I mutter.

  I come to the room and see that the other three that I drew into my little game that turned out to more than just a game are already talking to some of the newer women. I glance over my shoulder to the hallway, to the bedroom where she is.

  That woman... What should I do about her? She could be a problem.

  I smile as I see my foolish waiter hustling over with a drink on his tray.

  Nothing.

  That's what I'll do. I'll drink and scheme and play with her heart and enjoy it all.

  Because, you see, she's playing with mine. Whether she knows it or not. She's playing with what little is left in my dark old heart.

  I raise my glass in a silent salute.

  To my muse.

  Our party continues.

 
Training The Bad Doggy

  (M/F Paid Sex: Choking and Spanking)

  This is a standalone story with a very strong role play focus.

  She's such a sweet little bitch. I'm glad that I bought her attentions for this single session for the pittance of a thousand dollars on a rainy New York Sunday.

  The rain pelts the window to my right as I admire her little smooth olive skinned body. Sweet, younger than me by 15 years and dolled up as my pretty little poochy, it's a sexy package with a few tattoos here and there to refine it.

  I yank on the lead.

  "Heel."

  She stops. My polished black shoe runs under her bare skinned crotch. I bring it up and push the tip into her moist little clit. The bitch groans and says something in Chinese.

  I have a cane in my left hand. Both of us know that she's not allowed to play 'human'. A bitch is a bitch and should act like one. My poochy is being bad. Master must correct her sternly.

  The wooden piece slaps across her buttocks. Her hands come forward to prostate her before me, her wide hips flare out in an open a target as can be and her little pussy widens and parts to show the pink in this naughty position.

  "Bitch!" I shout, slapping either buttock until they are red and weary. "Bitcchhh..."

  She falls to the floor suddenly. Have I gone to far? I hear no safe word. The play continues.

  Yanking her up by the lead, I point to my crotch.

  "LICK."

  It is my command. She hustles quickly to down my zipper on the expensive trousers I wore for this occassion and pulls forth my engorged and very red penis. I take it from her and grab her small little head in the other hand. Those brazenly enlarged tits of hers – a miracle of surgical magnificence – on her tiny waist are driving me wild. I slam my dick into her mouth and choke her for 10 seconds before bringing my wet dick out to admire in the light of my apartment's kitchen. She spits up some saliva on the floor. I look to it.