Red Hot Alphas: 11 Novels of Sexy, Bad Boy, Alpha Males (Red Hot Boxed Sets Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  I grabbed it, then snatched her wrist before she shut me out. I slid her hand up the slim rift. When at my neck, I took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet trace of hungry pussy on her fingers. “Ah, the scent of masturbation. Knew you were slutty. It’s even hotter knowing you were thinking about me. What exactly was I doing, Sunshine? I can make it happen.”

  “Shut up,” she squealed, jerking her hand back, slamming the door again.

  I bit my grin, then chuckled under my breath. “This isn’t over. When I get back, I’d better find you bent over the bed. You and I both know what bad girls deserve.” I snatched soap with a chuckle and a confident toss, then switched the shower back to hot when I reentered the black marble surround. Though I ached to rush and get back to that presented ass for my pleasure, I took my time, making her wait and worry. I couldn’t help but imagine her hands lathering me up. This shower would be worlds better with a gob-smacked companion who’s begging me not to rock her twat as I jack her up easily against the wall and trace her silky slit with my sword.

  Dammit! I was hard and hungry again when I shut off the stream and dried off.

  It took me several minutes to choose which implements I wanted to smash her tushy up with. A wooden hairbrush and a slipper seemed the most night-timey and appropriate for a naughty girl, so I stuffed those into a gym bag with leather restraints on thin chains, my watch, soothing cream, condom in case she begs me ever so nicely. Doubt it, but ya never know. I also packed a leather paddle with some flex in case my hand and the other items didn’t make a firm enough statement. I skipped boxer briefs and put on black flannel pants. If she dared to look, I wanted her to see the result of her naughtiness. I really didn’t want to spank her rock-hard, but there was no way this puppy was wilting after smelling the tangy honey churned from lust for it. My rod strained against the comfy, black sheath like I was hitching a ride to Kansas. Only a fastened button kept me contained. Carrying the bag, I stalked toward my spankable prey.

  The door was now open. However, the brat, legs wide open, was on her back instead of being planted on her chest and face. And her upper body was bent over the edge not facing the door, so I couldn’t see her face. Her come-to-me orchid certainly didn’t help my insufferable condition any. Damn, I throbbed to pluck it and make it mine. I walked in, dropped the bag by the bed, and pounced, setting my weight between the sculptured V of her legs.

  She shrilled and jolted.

  I pressed against her entrance and ground into her. Even through the flannel and her panties, I could feel hot moisture waiting for me, and I seethed with a brutal lust that kicked up into a dull agony.

  She knew I had her immobile and began to shake and whimper. Her respiration was already dirtied up with longing even though I’d barely touched her.

  “You brat. You knew what I meant. I have no qualms about restraining you like this. I can punish your pussy with equal satisfaction, maybe more.” I mashed into her and she shrieked.

  “Please, Jason, please don’t. I’ll bend over right, I swear.”

  I spun around so I could buckle fluff-lined, leather cuffs around her ankles. “Too late. You picked the position, honey, in defiance of me, to flip me off. Now, you’re stuck with it. You are my sub for the time being, which means, you can call me Sir or Master Jason. Your body and orgasms are now mine. I own you. You are my pet. As your Dom, I will give you exactly what you need or deserve. I’ll keep your cherry unpopped, but everything else is fair game. If you don’t like something I’m doing, you can safeword with, ‘Purple’ and I’ll stop. If you want to end a scene entirely, say, ‘Zebra’. We’ll discuss D/s and kink more tomorrow, but, tonight, you need to be punished, and you know it. But, your naughtiness has me wound up, so I think it’s only fair I get to have some fun first and use your body for my pleasure.”

  When her ankles were cuffed, I jumped to the floor, tugging thin chains with me. I wound the links that were attached to one ankle cuff around the bed posts. With the tension on the chain perfect to keep her legs spread gorgeously wide, I clipped it to lock it in place. I did the same with the other side, and she begged me to let her up. “Nope. Not gonna happen. You know how hard your misbehavior has made me tonight. You need to pay for that.”

  I’ve never had a girl dangling off my bed, with her head practically on the floor, so I decided to cap this at fifteen minutes. I set a timer, went to the other side, and tied her wrists together with a scarf. I wanted her to have the freedom to hold herself up but not enough to flop up on me while I torture her with pleasure she’s likely never had.

  I stood. Her nightie was flipped up past one hip. I fumed, spotting a bruise on her side. She told cops she got kicked. Yeah, if they ever find that guy, I’m gonna knock the teeth and next week’s shit out of him for hurting my doll. I loathe abusers. But I’m also man enough to give this pumpkin the right kind of muscle she needs now. “Mmm, sweet sight. You’re like a virginal sacrifice that’s offered up to me.” I had to taste her lush right at the source. I knelt on the bed, and she shivered at the softest touches as I raked the ruffle up to her chest. Reaching underneath the flimsy fabric, I pinched her nipples, first with grinding fingers, then mauling teeth. She winced and rocked against my ravenous mouth. She started crying. I had mercy and switched the biting for sucking. Her quiet blubbering had me stopping to check other responses. She wasn’t hating it. I think she was upset with herself at being so turned on. Too bad.

  While I devoured her treats, my fingers drank in her suppleness as I danced them down to her bellybutton. She shrilled, laughed, and squirmed when I hit a ticklish spot just below it. I lifted her panties, finding nicely trimmed treasure to plunder. My mouth and nose delighted in the slow trek down her strawberry fields. I lingered at her navel, flicking and digging my tip into her innie. I planted a row of bites across her ticklish zone. As if kisses could really heal, I left some pecks on her bruise and ran a finger over it. She moaned so sexy and rolled her hips. What a wildcat. Yes, give it, honey. Haven’t even gotten to your hot stuff yet. Push it, push it, like my bad girl. I ran a finger along the waistline of her panties.

  She screeched in frustration.

  “I know where you want it. Beg.”

  “I — I...”

  “Beg me nice, and I’ll give you the hit you crave. Beg me. Beg me. It’s right here. So close.” I walked digits down the panties over her blond patch. “So damn close.”

  “Aaaaah! Touch me. Please!”

  “Where? You’ve gotta say it.”

  “Please, please claim my … my cunt, Sir.”

  I was stunned she went for the c-word. “Whose cunt?”

  She breathed out, “Yours. Yours. It’s yours.”

  “Damn right. I own it.” Her breaths whooshed fast and huffy as I ran the pad of my thumb over her covered slit. So damn wet. She turned prostrate belly dancer, wave after sexy wave snaking her back as she sought my touch. She clammed her mouth shut, making the air from her nostrils a pulsating wind of stimulation. Her clit was engorged and ready for more intensive stimulation. She trembled when I scratched at her hips, tugging nylon out of my way, down to mid-thigh. Gorgeous bits! The gasp that escaped her was the sweetest candy. With her legs spread, the fabric stretched like a tight band from leg to leg. Lovely aaahhhs sashayed out of her as I explored the divots and tiniest pink curves of her bloom. “So pretty.” After a couple minutes of gentle handling, I saw the beautiful transformation of her yummy dessert. I’d never done that, or cared to, but seeing her arousal blossom into fullness was an erotic display to behold. “Mmm, my bad girl. So slutty for me.” Puffy and surely tingly now, I tugged at the slices of her labia and ran circles around her sensitive jewel that begged to be captured by mouth. Sugar trickled from the tiny fountain within her folds and ran down her crack like a tear. I’ve seen Doms spit on vaginas to juice up their subs, but Sunshine was ready and inviting all on her own. What a suppressed angel to lick. I already knew what she tasted like and I ached to consume her.

  I c
urled my index finger over her clit and flicked it with my fingernail in a slow beat. When she cried out, I smacked her juicy fruit with my fingers. She didn’t beg me to stop or indicate it was too much pain. I used my fingers to spread her further open so I could strike the redder petals behind the swollen curtains. I switched position and hit her again, fingers pointed toward her anus this time. She howled and I gave her more. And more. And more. I became a relentless beast, and her yowls, like a cat in heat, only urged me on. “I told you I could just as easily punish you there.” My middle fingertip, finally breaching her, pulled sensuous noises out of her. I inched it in deep. Her wet walls were pleasantly tight. “What were you imagining, Sunshine? Back when you were rubbing your button and thinking about me. Was it something like this?”

  “No. No, Sir.”

  Just one finger had her puffing like she was in labor. She soon accommodated my pulsing drive. I turned around and bent my face closer, finally obeying the beckoning of that gemstone as I finger-danced in her slim hole. I wrapped my lips around it, melting in ecstasy like I’d just discovered confection from heaven. I sniffed deeply, drinking in her fuck-me-Sir scent. She let out the prettiest howl and bucked up into my snacking. “Was it more like this?” I lost my resolve, delivering ferocious sucks and tongue strokes that traced the silky line up and down.

  I was pulling at her red-hot clit when she creaked, “Aaahhh, yes. Exactly that. I’ve never … I’ve never...” She cleared her throat. “I got licked at a party once, but no one’s ever … done this to me, not like this. It’s better than I imagined. Uuhhh, feels so good ... Sir! ”

  Loved how she tacked that on. I thrust harder and faster, then yanked a drenched finger out of her slippery hallway and replaced it with my tongue. God. She tasted more amazing on tap, and I could feel her beginning to flutter around me. I lifted my head. “Are you coming?”

  “Maaaybe. My insides are going wild. Usually takes me longer.”

  “That’s a mere tremor. When I make you come, honey, which won’t be today, you will goddamn know it. Your whole world’ll shake and shatter, your legs will collapse, and your only thought will be when is he gonna give it to me again.”

  I stepped off the bed, and she started whimpering, then crying.

  “What. This bit of heaven was for me. You didn’t think you were getting a present, did you? You’ve been naughty and still need to be punished.” It was torture to walk away from the tight squeezes my tongue wanted to feel, but I couldn’t let her win. She needed to respect the power I now had over her and understand her new subordinate position in romantic bliss.

  My alarm went off anyway.

  The raw blubbering coming out of the tiny, frustrated body was pathetic yet beautiful at the same time. I smiled at her misery as I crouched to release her.

  Sunshine will not only to learn to come better and faster under my care and guidance, I’m gonna make her ache and sweat and get dirty-nasty-hungry for the fiery climaxes I can give. She’s gonna crave them from me as if they were crystals of crack.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Shayna

  I’d never felt more bliss, so I don’t know why I couldn’t stop crying. So what if he didn’t let me come. Can’t always get there on my own anyway, and when I do, it takes me flippin’ forever. I don’t understand why him leaving me wound up felt a million times worse than me just giving up and pulling my hands up over the sheets with a flop of frustration. Wonder when guilt for my newest infractions’ll hit me. I didn’t feel deplorable from his eat-out yet, maybe because he took the control from me, made the decision for me, was the one to do the corrupting, or maybe getting to feel sexy was an enchantment too powerful to fight or care about any potential fallout. For once, I felt alluring rather than pathetic and juvenile. Tired of the weight of condemnation for any sidestep away from perfect purity, I craved to skirt the edges of naughtiness and kink. The spanking coming my way should balance me out and help me pay for my misdeeds while simultaneously shoving me out of my comfort zone.

  Before leaving, Jason let me curl up with my panties back on, which was crazy ’cause he was just gonna jerk them back down when he returned. I rubbed my sore abs and thighs. Another throb pleaded for a rub, but that would get me into trouble, surely, so I stayed away.

  The image of his, mmm, cock kept looping in my mind and that only worsened the longing for more impropriety. He was right. It wasn’t gold-plated; it was a mouth-watering treasure I wanted to wrap my lips around. Bad, bad, Shayna. I’ve never seen or felt a guy, like, that up close, but I’m pretty sure most aren’t that sensational. He knows it too. He knows how drool-worthy he is, and it’s disgusting. I shouldn’t be wanting him to blast into me with that thing, not only ’cause I didn’t want sex before marriage, but I mean, I hardly know this dude. Here I am, hoping he’ll use me however he wants to and, at the same time, wishing to kick his teeth in because he’s so stinking obnoxious.

  Hearing him returning, I shielded my eyes as he walked in with clanking ice water.

  “Blinded by my beauty, are we?”

  I looked fully at him. He had a bowl of grapes too. “Disgusted is more like it.”

  “Watch it. I can easily bring the sweet pink I’m gonna give you up a couple shades.” He set the bowl on the nightstand and jerked me up as he sat beside me. After tugging my head back with a hair pull, he gave me a sip of water but purposely tipped the glass too far.

  Cold trails ran down my breasts, and I jolted and shrieked.

  “Aahhh, how I love perky nipples.” He poured a little more, making me shiver and scream, then set the glass on the nightstand. The flimsy fabric was all the more see-through and my nipples became stones under the chill and his rigid focus and pinches. My hair still in his fist, he shoved me closer to his chest. “Grab those tits, Shayna. Grab ’em.” I took too long I guess, and he yanked my spaghetti straps down, exposing my breasts. My lungs heaved. “Do it! Do not make me wait! I won’t make crazy demands of you. You wanted to do this, with glee. I didn’t twist your arm. So when I give an order, you follow it. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Breathing crazy, I kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples.

  “Mmm. Yeah. Get slutty and dirty for me. Be my bad girl.” He tugged my hair down further, exposing the slim line of my neck, then mauled me under the ear.

  I kept squeezing my boobs for his pleasure.

  “Mmm, like that. So hot.” His pull on my hair tested my back’s flexibility, and he devoured my naked, wet breasts that were stuck up to receive his worst.

  I moaned and ground my slit against his thigh when he stuck it between my legs.

  “Spank time.” He broke off me, flipped me as he stepped off the mattress, and tugged my hips to rest over the edge of it. “In addition to being a mouthy, naughty girl who reaches for perks she hasn’t been granted an allowance for, what other bad things have you done?”

  “I … can’t say it.”

  His caresses on my back and panty-covered bottom made me tremble. “Confess. I need to know your infractions so I can ensure you are sufficiently punished.”

  “It’s so embarrassing.”

  “I don’t give a shit. Lying or holding back will get you the paddle too.” He slid his arm under my pelvis, hoisting it up, and slid two pillows under me. He let me fall into the giant puffs.

  Awkwardness slammed me when I realized how high my butt was. “Okay, okay. Well, um, that guy I told you about, that I dated in the spring? I’ve been lying to my mom, making her think we’re still together. She’s always setting me up with guys from church, but I wanna find my own guy. I lie, lie, lie, all the time, so I don’t have to deal with her matchmaking.”

  “Okay. That’s indeed naughty. What else?”

  “I’ve also been, um, watching spanking porn. I tried BDSM porn but kept finding things that made me cringe instead of get hot, like people being tethered by their piercings. Uh, so nasty. That’s not a big deal to most people, but it’s bad for me. I wanna dwell on much more wh
olesome things.”

  “Yeah. Wholesome? Your thoughts weren’t exactly in the realm of ‘What Would Jesus Do’ when those playful fingers were getting busy before.”

  “I know. I just can’t find balance, but I really hate feeling so restricted. In my relationship with God, I normally feel free with so many things, but when it comes to my sexual expression, I feel like I can’t breathe or think straight. I’m ready to plow through my defenses so I can figure out what I want and need. I believe marriage is for life, and I don’t want to get stuck in an unsatisfying nightmare. How can I prevent that if I don’t even know what I want or need?”

  “Well, I can tell you right now, porn isn’t gonna help you think straight or figure out what you need. Experience is the only thing that works. Even though they’re fake in porn, punishment spankings aren’t things you should find arousing or yearn for. They represent a two-part failure, yours and your Dom’s.”

  “How would it be his? I don’t get it.”

  “Misbehavior essentially reflects a breakdown in control. You should aim to please your Dom and give your best effort, even when it’s hard and testing. You don’t have to cave on your convictions or do every single thing he says, that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about behavior, priorities, attitude. Those should all be aligned to uplift and support your Dom, as long as he’s operating within your agreed-upon limits. Show appreciation for that by behaving. Anything else you need to be punished for?”

  “Yes, but it’s so bad.”

  “You need to tell me.”

  “Uh, I don’t even know if I can say it. Promise it won’t leave this room? No one can know.”

  “What’s said between us is sacred and secret.” He continued stroking my back.

  “Okay, I like that.” I huffed. “Um, I’ve spied.”

  “Spied. On who?”

  “Addison and Logan. I’ve seen them having sex, playing kinky, exchanging oral. It makes me crave that for myself.”