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

by Jo Raven

  She heard me coming, quickly sat down and looked over her shoulder. “What’s that? That list of kinky … activities.”

  “I told you we’d talk about BDSM today. I’m not gonna cover every little fetish and kink. Those are just the things I like to do or am willing to do with you, and you can choose what feels intriguing. We can ditch the rest.”

  “Most of what I saw sounds painful.”

  “You don’t have to have any pain if you don’t want.” I knelt in front of her and tended to the cut on her forehead.

  “Addison said subs don’t necessarily have to get pain, but I can’t imagine how BDSM works without any.”

  “Not everyone’s into giving or receiving pain, or power exchange for that matter. Some people just like to get kinky like I said. You can be a step or two above vanilla or someone with an edge play fetish. There’s a wide range. Though there are some purists who claim you’re not really a true kinkster or lifestyler if you’re not doing this or that, you only have to do what’s comfortable and right for you. Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks or does. Define yourself, then aim to find a Dom who matches and respects that definition.” I peeled back the bandage on her hand. It was never ugly to begin with but was looking a lot better today. I took it off entirely and wadded it up, then kissed her palm.

  She scrunched her lips. Tears flooded her eyes before she dropped her gaze.

  “What’s wrong, Sunshine?”

  The drops holding steady finally fell. “What if I can’t … find someone who matches me? What if I’m too kinky for someone who’s straight-up vanilla and too boring for anyone seriously into BDSM?”

  “Don’t worry. A woman as sizzling as you will not end up alone.” She was back on the mend with new knee bandages, and I swept the glistening lines off her cheeks and left a peck her forehead. When I pulled back, she set fire to my face with the delicate touch of her palm. Though her eyes begged me to kiss her, she couldn’t stand to wait for my move and leaned forward to plant her luscious lips on mine. I quickly stood and she recoiled with a red face and a droop of her head and shoulders.

  “Um, ohmygosh, sorry. I thought, um ... never mind.”

  Although the allure of those delicate rose petals was ball-busting to ignore, it’d be damn stupid to actually kiss her. I felt bad that I made her feel like slime and tried to explain. “You know we’re just being … symbiotic here for the time being, so mauling each other wouldn’t be the wisest thing.”

  “Symbiotic. What a euphemistic way to say we’re using each other!” She sneered at me, still looking wounded and confused, like a puppy I just kicked after a fun game of fetch.

  “Well ...we kind of are. There’s nothing else going on here.”

  Her hands trembled as she balled them up. She fixed her gaze on that cluster of tension. “Yeah. Nothing.”

  I tugged my chair a little closer, sliding the list with me. “I asked you to do this because you felt like a safe pick. We’re both damn sexy, so electrically charged moments are bound to happen, but this is just for fun and work. I mean, you don’t even really like me, right?”

  She was silent, still looking down.

  “Look at me, woman. Right?”

  Icy daggers met my gaze. “Right. I not only can’t stand you in most moments, I hate your guts.”

  “Well … good,” I said, rather unconvincingly I thought. I didn’t expect her response to totally gut me. Why’d I care? No way on earth could I be with this chick who’s reserved more often than not. No way. “I pretty much hate you too. So, we’re cool then? We can move onto the list?”

  “Yeah, go. Sir.” Her ‘Sir’ held a disdain that should really only be reserved for Satan. I should spank her so hard for that damn snark and disrespect, but I let it go because I wanted her spitting fire and staying detached. She flicked the paper closer to herself with a growl and I watched her face as she read it. I gave her a pen and she circled items of interest like impact play. “Wait. Does that mean whipping?”

  “No. Whipping’s further down on the list.” I pointed to it. “I already told you, it’s slaps or thuds on the body with an array of objects, anything from fingernail snaps to utensils to canes.”

  “I don’t want to get bruised like Addison sometimes does or gashed up by some cane or whatever.”

  “I assumed. I didn’t bruise you last night, did I?”

  “No. I’m not even pink or sore today. Kay. I’ll keep that one. I’m curious anyway. Even when you spanked me for punishment that I deserved, you were fair and not brutal. So I trust you.”

  “Not only am I not into brutality, I don’t want you further marked up for the camera.”

  “Right. Good.” She circled roleplay, temp play, food play, bondage, flogging, spanking for my pleasure and not just discipline, posing, and surprisingly, come training and climax denial. “What’s abrasion play?”

  “Rubbing with toothbrushes, sandpaper, coin edges, or whatever, to cause light abrasions.”

  “I can safeword out if I don’t like it?”

  “Yeah. No problem. For anything, at any time.”

  “Okay. Doesn’t sound too bad. Maybe that one.” She put a question mark by it and bypassed the items under it. She made a gag face when her pen tapped Daddy/babygirl play. She looked up at me. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. That’s so gross.”

  “It’s not gross. You’re hung up on the terms. It’s got nothing to do with incest or being pedo, and it doesn’t even necessarily have to have anything to do with a ‘little’ in the relationship. The sub can just be a sub, and the Dom, a Dom, but there’s more nurturing in the dynamic. The sub usually looks to the Dom for more guidance, authority and “okays” in life, and often, in bed. If you’re not thinking about the terms, it’s actually very sweet and intimate.”

  She shook her head, clinging to her misguided idiocy.

  I yearned to prove her wrong on the sensuality aspect.

  “But the sub can act like a kid, yes?”

  “Of course.”

  “Okay, yeah, that’s where it’s gross.”

  “Some babygirls or littles aren’t acting though. They feel free to be playful and actually fall into a younger state of mind that gives them the feeling of total dependency on their Dom.”

  “Well, how nice for them,” she said, sneering.

  “That’s what I mean about that snotty attitude of yours. I despise it. You’re too quick to judge things you don’t understand or know anything about. I don’t agree with or like every fetish or kink there is, especially punch play, torture, and dehumanization, but if people are adults, I at least respect their decision to go after what they want in a mutually satisfying and consensual relationship.”

  “I’m … trying to be more accepting and less judgmental.”

  “Not hard enough. But don’t worry, Sunshine. I’m gonna make you pay up every time you act or speak like some prissy, self-righteous, little snot. Every. Damn. Time.”

  “Good. ’Cause I’m here to change and I really do want you to keep me in line.” Anticipating insolence, I was charged up with a good comeback, so what she actually said left me agape. She slid the paper and pen back towards me. “Um, think that’s all I’m good for.”

  “Well ... it’s a lot more than I fucking expected.”

  Her jaws mashed together and her sky eyes stormed. She snatched it back, scanned it again, and roughly circled anal play, nipple clamping, and whipping.

  “Shayna, I’m not giving you anything you’re not sure about or don’t truly want.”

  “I’m sure. I signed up to submit, and I have to know how you’d actually dominate me if this is going to work. Otherwise, it’s you just being all generic and at arm’s-length about it.”

  “Right. I’d rather be balls-deep about it.” When the visual of my innuendo hit her deep in the cunt, she turned beet-red and I laughed. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll dominate the shit outta you.”

  That moved her lips into a delicate arch. “Perfect. Y
ou’re already doing a bang-up job.”

  “Is that sarcasm, brat?”

  “Nothing but the truth, Sir.”

  “Be good. No more snottiness from you today or you’ll get a trip over my lap.” Her eyes distended. Great. If she turned raging spanko on me, I’d have to devise other forms of punishment, and that would suck, ’cause I loved spanking her tight, perky ass. “Before I rig you or bind you more restrictively, I need to know if you have diabetes, asthma or any circulation, skin or nerve issues.”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Do you habitually get charlie horses or prickly or numb fingers, legs or feet?”

  “Well, sometimes I get charlie horses or toe cramps after rigorous dancing if I haven’t danced in a while, but I’ve learned if I give myself plenty of time to warm up and stretch and up my potassium intake, it prevents that.”

  “Good. Any heart or respiration issues, even if it’s just high blood pressure?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Got allergies of any kind? Like to latex, oils or hemp? Any food items?”

  “No. Mold makes me stuffy and runny-eyed, but I’ve never been tested to see if it’s a true allergy. That’s it.”

  “Okay, great. Did ya call your credit card companies?

  “Yes. I used the phone in the guestroom. My bank has a 24-hour number for emergencies like this.”

  “Wonderful. We can get started then.” I tossed her shirt to her but left her bra on the floor. My mouth watered as I pictured her breasts jiggling under her shirt. Hot. “Get dressed. Put on some shorts. I wanna be able to check out your killer legs when you dance nasty for me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” After she slipped back into her panties and shirt, she stepped into my guestroom and reemerged in tight, black boyshorts. She splayed her fingers out by her hips. “Like this?”

  I ogled my ray of sunshine. “Exactly. Like. That.”

  She froze in her stride and gulped. “What are you, a wolf? Look like you’re about to eat me alive.”

  I raised an eyebrow and smirked at her.

  “Well, as glorious as that unspoken porno going on in your mind and mental threat surely is, Sir, we really need to work.”

  “Yeah, we do. Come on.” I took her down to my basement, mostly gray cement, except for the recording room off to the side, decked with burgundy-painted soundproofing and charcoal Berber carpet. I had ceiling rings, suspension cuffs and ropes everywhere, three computers, a soundboard on a desk, my instruments, and video recording equipment. No St. Andrew’s crosses, racks, or spanking benches in sight though. She sighed, maybe hoping for something kinky or stinkin’ purple. But this blankness was the perfect canvas to let the imagination run wild. This was mostly my other work space, not my kink zone. I can be kinky anywhere. I don’t need a cross or a whip even. All I need is a girl with the will to please and a desire to obey and/or worship me. Then it’s a thrill finding the right buttons to push to make her slit slick and vocal cords sore from the countless times she ends up screaming my name.

  I turned off the lights so I could show her the mood lighting and special effects I’ve been working on. There was midnight, which casts the room in dark blue with starlight along the walls and ceiling. A moonlight glow came from the high right. I showed her how I can add fog and make tree shadows with lights in some timber tangles and balls of birch.

  She gasped and looked around, mouth open.

  Then, raging heat, which looped from yellowy to orange to red and back. Flourishes swam across the walls like vines. I had blackened soul, which was pitch black and just spotlights. My favorite was wet where I could activate rain in a section of the room. Aqua lights shimmer like water in a pool. I let it rain.

  She skipped over to dance in the drops. She didn’t twirl like a ballerina but rather like a little kid running in a storm. “Ha ha, this is so cool. Can you mix this with the tree shadows and darkness, like I’m dancing in the rain at night?”

  “Certainly. And this’ll be even cooler when I’m writhing around with your wet body.”

  She stopped and looked at me. “What? When?”

  I stepped closer, joining her in the middle of the room. “When your perky nipples are mashed against my pecs.”

  “No, I mean—”

  I snatched her breath when I seized her around the waist and crashed her into my body. The fake rain started to drench us. “When your panties become totally useless so I rip them off and stuff them in your sassy mouth. And when your soaked, bare ass is left with a mosaic of my hand prints.”

  She was trembling, breathing faster. “That’s, um, what you have planned for your video?”

  “Screw the video. I was talking about now … When you fiddle with my belt.”

  “Nah, I don’t fiddle with belts.” Her nimble fingers went to town. “I jerk them off like this.” When it ripped through the loops, she wrapped it around the back of my neck and held each end over my chest. “And say filthy things like, ‘As you desire to use it on me, Sir’.”

  “What the hell! Where’d my angel go?”

  “She left town, only to be replaced by a real woman who actually craves your cock like no one you’ve ever seen, met, touched, dominated.” She grabbed my junk. By her third forward yank, I was stiff and ready to tear into her holes. “Sir.”

  I seized her head with one hand, then hooked my thumb in her dirty mouth. “I do like filthy, but don’t you dare tease me.” I let go of her face, clutching her ass instead to show her she’d get bashed silly if she kept it up.

  “I’m not teasing. You told me to be a woman, and I’m just obeying my master, and telling you what I want. And it’s this.” Grabbing me much harder, she batted her eyelids at me, acting all coy yet cunning at the same time.

  Livid and surging with lust, I seethed and deepened my hold on her ass. She was saying all the right but damn wrong things! “I am not your Master. There’s a huge difference between ‘Master Jason’ as an honorific and you giving me the title of Master. I am in no way that … to you. You’re temporarily here doing me a favor and I’m teaching you how to be a good, little slut. Being all temptress like this makes you vile and mean-spirited, not sexy, so cut it out. You know I can’t have you and how badly I’d love nothing more than to leave you tarnished and torn, to be the first to customize your walls to my massive specs and accommodation requirements.” I spun and bent her in half, then jerked her shorts and panties down together in one tug.

  “Oh god.” She quaked and sighed as I ran a finger up and down her crack.

  “Am I a game to you? Some silly joke?” I planted my tip right on her anus.

  “Un uh.” She shook her head and her breaths ran ragged. “No, Sir.”

  “That’s right. This is no game to me. I’m not playing around. And you’re jerking me around, knowingly waving a carrot in my face that you know I can’t have. That’s a shitty move, Shayna.” The squeak and horrified gasp that came out of her when I pressed in was delicious. She assumed I was going to spank her. I might. But not until she learns I’m not to be trifled with.

  She squirmed and shook as I pumped and twisted. “Please.”

  “Oh, yeah, don’t worry, Sunshine. You’ll get it rough and hard.”

  “No, I mean, don’t. I don’t want...”

  “You agreed to submit, so I don’t give a shit,” I wormed in, “what you want. Right now, you are mine,” wiggled and stretched her, “and if I want to give,” shoved in quick, “you,” pulsed, “a damn finger up the ass,” and pummeled her with a vengeance, “you will take it like a Playboy Bunny. Understand?”

  “Ye-he-hes. I’m sorry.”

  Smelling stirred-up honey, I dragged some of her juice up to lubricate her asshole and shoved a thumb into her sugar-and-spice snatch too. I ground my fingers on opposite sides of her walls together and pounded her roughly. She howled and whimpered as I ransacked her tight caves.

  She was shaking so much, she could barely stand. I pressed her to the floor, a clasp on her hair and
neck, and practically punched her cheeks as I tore into her deepest pockets. “Oww, oh, oh, oh.” She became a slobbering mess, moaning in pleasure, and she climaxed with an explosive shudder and rebel yell like my filthy bitch. When she was done spilling on the cement and crashing and waving, I hurled her up over my shoulder and carried her back upstairs. I smacked her ass once before setting her down in my hall bathroom, then stripped off her clothes in the harshest way possible and washed us both up. “Kneel before me, right now.”

  When she did, I pumped my cock in front of her and came on her face and tits. I’m not wiping it off either! She’ll be constantly reminded of who she belongs to as it crusts up right where I goddamn put it. I rapped her filthy face with my cock. “There. Now, you’re my cumslut, wearing my spunk. You’re marked as my territory, my property, my whore. Stop with the cock adoration you know is driving me nuts. If you act naughty like that again, forget spanking, I’ll just chain you up all day and show you how much of a pet you really are. You knew damn well what you were doing right there. I’m not an idiot. Now, are you gonna be a good girl and stop teasing me with a pussy I can’t have?”

  She nodded as I jerked her up and bopped her jaw with my fingers.

  “Excuse me?” Seizing her chin, I forced her to look in my eyes. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good. I promise.” She was smiling in delirium. Man, she loved this shit.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck! Errr, this girl was thrashing me out of my mind. I loved subs like this. Bratty, mouthy, challenging … and so slutty when push came to shove. And I really, really liked this one. A lot. I didn’t want to damn like her. I wanted to keep her at bay and toss her aside when she was finished giving me what I needed. This not-so-innocent sub knew exactly what she was damn doing to me, and I loathed her for it. I never thought she’d end up like this. I thought I’d have to drag sexiness out of her by her hair. But no. She oozed it and wore it like a crown now. I snatched up her clothes in case she needed them later and ushered her back downstairs, a clasp on her arm. “Now, you’re gonna dance naked and hot for me, and that’s it. Got it?”