Alpha (Book Collection)

by Robin Fate

  “You were so impressive,” he told her. “A vision.” he gently bit into her shoulder and immediately started licking it. “Everyone wanted to know who you were, or where you were from.”

  Brad broke away for a moment to whisper, “The angel in green, someone called you,” against her lips.

  “Our angel in green,” Ethan mumbled, and he moved his hands over her shoulders to dip into her dress, taking his massage elsewhere. Aubrey bit Brad’s lips absently, darting her tongue in and around his mouth. Ethan used his position to his advantage and unzipped her dress from the back, squeezing her breasts with renewed interest as the expensive fabric fell away to reveal them.

  “Aubrey,” Ethan said, and he tugged on her chin to turn her his way. Brad relented and broke the kiss, turning his attention to the ass Aubrey presented as she faced Ethan. The dress was pooling at her hips – her huge, beautiful hips. Brad gripped her love handles and pressed his face up against her neck, just imagining. Reliving all the things he’d already done, and all the things he still wanted to do to her.

  Ethan held her breast together, just feeling them there, and Aubrey moved to hold them up for him. His nostrils flared as he let them go and stared at her, presenting them to him. He undid his pants, pushing the cashmere out the way so he could move his penis out from under its confines. He was hard, precum already beginning to pool at the tip, and he leaned forward, pressing his dick in between her breasts.

  It disappeared with the slightest pressure, and he moaned from the sight. Just the head was still visible, leaking onto her breasts. Aubrey and Ethan had done this before, so she started moving, picking her breasts up and down, and Ethan closed his eyes.

  Brad had one hand holding up her dress, and the other fisting his dick, pleasuring himself to the sight of her. He’d called her ass a peach before, in jest, but looking at it now, he couldn’t think of a more perfect description. He bent forward, and bit her on the cheek, making her jump. She was so sensitive, so responsive – he loved it.

  Ethan reached out a hand and cupped her chin, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. He watched her, eyes half-lidded, and popped the thumb into her mouth. “Suck it,” he begged, his voice hoarse. Aubrey closed her eyes and imagined it was his dick, swirling it around with her tongue and sucking the tip as she moved her head slightly up and down.

  Brad gently pushed Aubrey forward, silently asking her to arch her back and get on her knees. She had to prop her elbows on Ethan’s lap, who smiled at the change, so she continued, hoping she wasn’t digging into his thighs as she moved.

  Brad got on his stomach and slid under Aubrey, surprising her when he licked her opening. Ethan and Brad had eaten her out plenty of times before, but from underneath. She gasped as he suddenly darted his tongue inside, thumbing her clit at the same time.

  Ethan removed his hand and said, “Lick it.” Aubrey could only guess he meant the tip of his dick, so she bent her head, all while keeping his dick nestled between her breasts as she moved them up and down. The precum was thick, but she ignored it, using it as lube as she properly got the head in her mouth and spun her tongue around it. Ethan gripped her hair and breathed heavily, calming himself. He didn’t want it to be over yet.

  Brad scooted back out from under her, stepping out of his pants to better spread his legs and balance himself on his knees. He slowly brought his hands up to her ass, then quickly slapped them at the last minute, making them jiggle. Lining his dick up with her vagina, he entered her, not stopping until he was balls-deep in her slick warmth.

  Aubrey let her eyes fall shut, her mouth going slack for a moment as she felt Brad. Ethan realized what was happening and lifted her face up to kiss her forehead. He smiled, and then batted her hands away, gripping her breasts himself. He sat like that, just squeezing them for a moment, before he turned them inward so her nipples were rubbing against his shaft. They were a rosy pink, blushing from all the excitement. Ethan kept them there, and started moving them up and down again.

  Brad rested against Aubrey’s back, going in and out of her at a pace so quick he was making her rock on her knees. He had an arm reaching over her stomach, his hand playing with her clit as he moved to reach his own climax. Ethan was moving her breasts with snaps of his arms, leaving Aubrey to stabilize herself by clutching onto his thighs.

  Brad came first, but he kept rocking, kept moving his fingers faster and faster until he moved them just right and Aubrey visibly shook from the force of her release. Brad slowed down, but kept up the pressure through her orgasm, and only stopped when she stilled.

  Ethan came in the middle of Aubrey’s, grunting as his dick disappeared and then reappeared while he moved her breasts, the cum catching in between them.

  All three slept on the couch that night.

  “You have to visit,” Brad rubbed her back as he hugged her goodbye.

  It was just like Aubrey had imagined. The party had happened in a week, but she magically hadn’t been able to return until today, more than a month later. Funny how that kind of stuff happened around Ethan and Brad.

  “You’ll have to call us,” Ethan told her, giving her a hug of his own.

  “Definitely,” Aubrey hugged back.

  The dress had been, sadly, ruined. But it seems the boys had been given the foresight to kick their pants out of the way, because their suits were fine. They’d made it up to her, though – the seamstress had sent over ten new dresses, and of course the boys had said she had to wear them out, so that led to ten new parties they just “had to attend.” Hence, the month-long stay.

  “You should visit, too,” Aubrey told them. “That town’s pretty boring without the Billionaire Best Friends.”

  “Oh god, do they still call us that?” Brad scowled.

  Aubrey just laughed, giving a final wave goodbye, and turned to leave. She thought she was hearing things when two sets of footsteps sounded behind her, but then Brad looped an arm around her shoulder, and she realized she wasn’t crazy – just stupid.

  “You can’t come back with me,” she said, but didn’t even try to throw him off. Ethan shrugged to her right.

  “Mom’s been begging me to visit more often, anyway.”

  “Yeah, and now there’s actually something to do in that small town!” Brad half-hugged her with his arm.

  “Libraries. Who knows?” Ethan gave her a sidelong smirk, and they boarded the plane together.

  The Billionaire – Monroe

  My breath quickens as his hands run up my thigh. For the first time, he touches my skin. I feel his warm breath against my chest as my imagination runs wild with animalistic thoughts of sexual desire.

  There’s a blindfold over my eyes and a loose ribbon around my hands. He knows I won’t run but whether or not I know the same is a different story.

  You see, earlier today I was taken by this man. I’ve seen him in magazines. He’s the guy driving the Porsche, the Lamborghini, the “my entire salary for 10 years” car. He’s the guy with all the women flocking around him day and night. He’s… a billionaire playboy so to speak. Everyone in the city knows who he is.

  David Monroe.

  The name resonated through my mind as his soft hands slid up my skirt and pulled at the sides of my panties.

  His soft hands. I’m sure they’ve never worked any sort of manual labor a day in their entire life.

  Peeking from under the blindfold, I could see him kneeling in front of me. His lips were pursed into a kiss as he ran his mouth up my leg. Not kissing me, but just ever so above my skin. Enough to tease and tempt.

  The room is dark, but light enough to make out his clean shaven face. He’s so close I could smell his aftershave wafting around me, mixing with the sensual energy within the room and enveloping my body.

  Closing my eyes and focusing upon his touch, I feel him release me from my heavenly prison as the ribbon around my hands fell to the floor.

  My hands dared not move. Was this just another one of his tests? Am I to run only to have one
of his many bodyguards catch me? No…

  “Jessie…” he whispers ever so softly.

  His hands pull my panties – down and off.

  Bare and exposed I sit. Waiting.

  Fingers make their way up my dress and curl around my nipples. Twisting and pulling I feel every bit of the pain… and pleasure. The want and need to have him returned, exploding like a thousand fireworks within me. No.

  His tongue curled around my earlobe ever so softly as he breathed. Warm breath turned to shivers of desire as he ran his mouth to mine. I was possessed by desire.

  He knew I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to.

  I was his and his alone.

  Dare he continue this tortuous lustful affair?

  One finger on each knee, I felt myself spread for him.

  “Jess! We are heading out. Happy Birthday!”

  “Thank you for everything! The party was amazing.”

  I heard the front door squeak shut as I turned towards the stairs up to my room.

  Taking two steps at a time, I was eager to have a very well deserved relaxing evening before entering another long hard work week. Mondays. Ugh.

  Whistling a tune I heard on the radio earlier that day, I ran the water in the Jacuzzi. Hot. Just how I like it.

  My bath was the one thing I looked forward to every day. It was the one thing I had in my life that I splurged on. A used $400 Jacuzzi I picked up at a yard sale. One can’t beat the feeling of finding a good deal… unless it’s a Jacuzzi.

  Quickly picking up my little vibe from my bedside table, I clicked it on just to be sure it was still alive. The room filled with a buzz.

  I smiled and slipped off my birthday outfit. A light red cardigan with my worn tight jeans. There’s nothing like a good pair of jeans.

  Sliding into the Jacuzzi, I felt the water rise up past my hips and to my neck. Perfect.

  A light fragrance of flowers wafted in through the window as I laid there and clicked on my friend. I named him Monroe – after David Monroe of course. Monroe is a rich guy that lives in the city.

  He certainly was attractive. Even the news reporters swooned over him when they took his interview last week for his latest achievement. Something to do with trading stocks. He made millions upon millions in a matter of weeks.

  His wife was all over the news as well, always talking about his bad habits before he had money and talking him down as if he was a bad person undeserving of his money and status. If I was ever that rich, and she was somehow my wife, I would certainly put her in her place.

  I clicked on my vibe and slid it up my slit as I picked up a magazine by the side of the tub. There he was, right there on the cover. “David Monroe, richest man in the northwest has a dark secret.”

  A dark secret, huh?

  Flipping through, I read on, “Billionaire by day, swinger by night.”

  Interesting. Who would have thought Monroe would be involved in that kind of stuff?

  I flipped to the next page where I found a large picture of him. He stood there in front of a large crowd of people, his several thousand dollar suit partially open and his hands on his hips. Smiling of course.

  My mind wandered.

  Monroe pressed his firm body against mine, pulled my head back by my hair. Kissing down my throat and twirling my hard nipples in his mouth. “I want you,” he said firmly, “I want only you.”

  Turning Monroe up a notch and slowly sliding him inside me, I returned his words, “I’m yours.”

  My back arced as I felt him slide deeper inside as I ran my fingers over his picture. “God… what I would let you do to me,” I said out loud as I heard a knock at the door downstairs.

  Damnit.

  Running Monroe up over my button one last time, I clicked him off.

  Wrapping a towel around my body and putting my hair in a bun, I ran to the bedroom and slipped on a comfortable loose dress and panties. I ran down the stairs towards the door. Nobody should be coming over at this hour. It was well after seven already.

  I peeked through the peephole. Four men in suits with a limousine behind them. Being a tailor, I knew a suit when I saw one. These suits were expensive. One would have to pay a fortune for something like that.

  Must be important.

  The door opened as I turned the knob. “Hello?”

  “There is someone that would like to… speak with you,” the man on the left spoke firmly. As if it made a difference. They all looked like bodyguards. Large, beefy and well paid bodyguards.

  Their hands wrapped around my arms and walked me towards the limo.

  Now I can honestly say I’ve never done anything illegal in my entire life. I was the good girl. I am the good girl.

  The ride was short. Maybe ten minutes. Not a word was spoken nor a glance given to me. It was comfortable though. My mind ran wild the whole time. Who? Why? Was this some sort of extravagant kidnapping?

  We arrived.

  A large mansion surrounded by a high steel gate. The guard at the gate nodded to the suited men inside the car as it opened.

  Large manicured gardens displayed in the front yard. One large fountain in the center with paved blacktop circling it. Several cars were pulled up in front of the mansion. Each was well worth more than I have ever made in my entire life, even if I added up every dime.

  I sat there, waiting, as the suited men stood up and walked over to my door.

  “Let’s go. He wants you.”

  “Who wants me?”

  Not a single word was muttered in reply. I was left to my fate, whatever that might be.

  The large double door opened at the top of the stairs.

  Two more guards stepped out as I made my way up the stairs. Glancing behind me, I suddenly realized where I was. The large M on the gate. The gold M on the center of each of the doors.

  Monroe.

  I stepped inside the lavish mansion. Everything appeared to be accented with black or gold. Whoever decorated this place must have had an overwhelmingly large budget. So much so they had to dip everything in gold to spend their quota.

  Footsteps echoed off the walls as I stood there taking in the sights. My eyes followed the red carpet up the stairs. There he was at the top. Monroe.

  He nodded to the guards behind me and walked down the hall out of my sight.

  “Let’s go,” the guard said firmly as he placed his hand on my back and led me deeper into the mansion.

  Moans of pleasure seeped through the walls as we turned the corner. Apparently someone was having a good time. Was it Monroe with another woman other than his wife? After all, he was a swinger.

  We turned around another corner. A man stood in front of a large wooden door. He nodded to the guard behind me and grasped the handle.

  Inside was darkness. I could barely keep my hands from trembling as I held onto the rail and descended deeper.

  My eyes adjusted as I look forward to the center of the room. A chair with red linen and gold handles. Hung on the side was a small piece of ribbon, and the other, a black tie.

  Perhaps I was there for questioning. Perhaps not. Either way, I was stuck.

  He sat me down in the chair, loosely wrapping my hands behind my back with the ribbon and slipping the tie around my eyes.

  “Wait.”

  The one word echoed in my mind as I heard his footsteps disappear into the darkness.

  I sat there for what seemed like eternity as echoes of ecstasy filled my ears.

  Alright. Enough of this. I’m leaving.

  Footsteps down the wooden stairs.

  I called out, “Hello?”

  No reply.

  The footsteps stopped in front of me. I could easily get out of the bindings, but did I really want to? I guess the real question is, do I want to go back to my mostly average life or float on this adrenaline high?

  “I’ve been watching you,” the person says. Obviously a man. He sounded familiar, like someone I once knew.

  My mind already knew who was there. No dou
bt. But everything else told me it wasn’t. It had to be some sort of fantasy or dream.

  “Who are you?”

  I felt his breath against the back of my neck as his hands rested on my shoulders. “You know who I am, but do you know what I want?”

  A chill ran up my spine as my mind raced with the possibilities. What could a man with millions in the bank possibly want with me?

  The footsteps circled back around in front of me. “Jessie…”

  “You once knew me as Dave. We went to the same high school oh so many years ago. I remember asking you out to the school dance. You turned me down.”

  I did remember him asking me to the dance. He always had a thing for me, but at the time I was so focused on my schoolwork I hadn’t noticed.

  Nodding, I opened my mouth to speak but a single finger hushed me.

  “All the women in the world can’t even compare to you. I’ve never forgotten your smile. I find myself unable to resist and so I come to you again…”

  His words trailed off as I felt his hands run down my legs.

  “…I need something from you.”

  He needs something from me? What could I possibly have that he could want, much less need?

  “Anything,” I replied without hesitation.

  “I need you to dance with me.”

  “Dance? I don’t understand.”

  His hands slid up between my legs, ever so slightly underneath my dress.

  “A dance of pleasure, pain, lust and love,” he murmured.

  I nodded, finally understanding what he wanted. No… needed.

  Speaking softly into the darkness I replied, “Why me?”

  “You captivate me. I can’t tell you why, but I know without a shadow of doubt you are the one. You are the single person that blends the line between love and lust. I need to experience desire on an untamed level with you.”

  I nodded again, unable to speak. My breath was taken away by this billionaire playboy. I guess even the rich men have depth. For him to need me in such an animalistic way was beyond my imagination. What harm could one night be? I had nobody to go home to.