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

by Jo Raven

  “The most amazing thing? Wow.” He looked taken aback and blinked away the shine in his eyes. He cleared his throat. “I’m glad you see your inner and outer beauty, Pet. You’re definitely no slug. What’s your major? Never even asked. That’s probably info a dude should know before tongue-sliding through the velvet petals of a woman’s slit.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, probably. Magazine Journalism. It’s a combo of writing and design. I wanna write YA and create my own magazine for junior high girls that highlights normal, regular girls making a difference in the world and other things that interest and inspire them. The girlie blog I started in January already has 8000 followers and up to 300 commenting on every post. Hope I don’t suck.”

  “You won’t. What are ya talkin’ about? You suck like a porn star, baby.”

  I laughed, whacked his arm. “Shut up, perv.”

  “You’re not going slack-jaw by my hotness and blatant innuendo right now?”

  “You always drop my jaw. But I moved past a mere gawk of bedazzlement to appreciation. I see how you fill holes in me that I didn’t even know were there.”

  “Holes in you? I’m sure you’re being metaphorical, but you do know who you’re talking to and what I’m picturing now, right?”

  “Of course.” I laughed and batted flirty eyelids at him. “I’ve gotta keep you on your toes and drooling for me with double entendres too. But yeah, I mean you fill needs in my soul I didn’t know were there. Spending even this little bit of time with you has changed my mindset to stop and take in someone’s full picture first and wait before making a judgment call. I didn’t realize that I was out of whack.”

  “Mmm. Whack. Forget my toes. You’re gonna have me hurling you up in a minute and jerking you into a fairytale fantasy. I’m dying to see how you’d look as a peasant wench.”

  “With these tits? I’d rock your jaw, Jason. You won’t be able to keep your mauling mouth away.”

  “Indeed, bad girl.” I shivered when he ran knuckles across the exposed part of my boob. “You enchant me. What other areas do I complete?”

  “Um, you’ve shown me how important it is to hold myself in a higher regard and not settle for anything but the best, to get what I desire and not just what I know will be more easily accepted. Take Jeff, rough around the edges, tattooed. I never would’ve given a guy like that the time of day, much less gone on a date. My parents would flip out if I brought a dude like that home. Or a dude like you. Neither of you fit the image of what they want for me. I see now how vital it is to make myself happy first and not worry about anyone else, not even them. Not that it won’t be hard, but I’m willing to suffer a little if it means I get to be happy and fulfilled in the end.”

  “I’m so glad, Pumpkin. You’re so precious and deserve nothing but the best.”

  “Thank you. Thank you also for making me feel sexy-as-fuck.”

  “It’s what you truly are. It just needed to be unlocked and set free.

  “I know. I see that now. Thank you.” I took another swig of champagne. “Not just for that but for getting me to step way out of my comfort zone.”

  “Have you been feeling guilty?”

  “A tiny bit at first, but no, not really. Not like I expected to feel when you first brought up this whole exchange plan. I know I did more than I should have outside of marriage, but I needed to explore my submission and urges and push out the walls of my confines to make the best decision about my future. And I do indeed have clarity now. I thought I’d feel guiltier. I mean, I was crushed for weeks for lying to my mom and playing dirty spy, which were bad, definitely, but I’ve played in a slut zone, and the only thing blushing on me from that is my cunt.”

  “Damn. There you go, back to the naughty visuals.”

  I jolted when he ran the pad of his thumb over my clit. He kept stroking slowly and pressing slightly into the valley. He nail-scratched at the wet spot forming on my bikini bottoms.

  “You said you didn’t want to get into those.”

  “I’m not in them, yet. Do you feel me on your skin?”

  “No,” I huffed. My breaths started catching.

  “But you want to.”

  “Of course.”

  “You’re gonna have to wait. And beg me ever so nicely.”

  I sighed when he stopped teasing me erotically. “I can do that. Just tell me when. Do I, um, change you at all for the better?”

  “God, yes. But I can’t even tell you all the ways. You mostly inspire me to give more of myself, something no one else has even done. No, not just inspire … it’s an unstoppable force, something I can’t help. The weird thing is, I only want to share the extra shit with you. But it’s scary and hard for me. I don’t like looking or feeling weak.”

  I clutched his jaw. “Listen to me. You have never looked weak, jerky sometimes, but not weak. Being multifaceted and open doesn’t make you wimpy. It gives you the opportunity to feel the softest tickles of joy that you otherwise miss by partitioning yourself off.”

  “Yeah. Thanks for the pep-talk, Coach. You also inspire me creatively. You’re my muse. I have new songs bursting to life in my head.”

  “That’s good. I’m glad I give you more than just frustration.”

  “You give me ... life, sunshine … the prettiest worship … hot, hot blowjobs.”

  “Shut up. You ruined our pleasant conversation! It is nice to know that I’m good though, that I can please you correctly. Can I swim now? Pretty please?”

  “I suppose. Since you asked so nicely. But I’m gonna punish you for your naughty teasery after. Mmm. I’m already anticipating the sound of hard smacks on your wet bottom and pussy.”

  My lips quivered. “Won’t that sting more? On wet skin?”

  “Hell yes. But punishment shouldn’t be enjoyable, remember.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I groaned.

  “Nice talk.”

  I beamed at him. “Yeah, it was. Thanks for dragging me up here.”

  He climbed down first and grabbed me around the hips and whirled me off the sixth step. His hands on my waist tickled me and I cracked up. I was a little nervous about getting his blushing again when I emerged from the pool. It’ll likely hurt like hell.

  After carrying me to the pool, he set me down and untied the top of my bikini and stripped it off. He continued to tickle and graze my back with his fingertips. Still standing behind me, he danced up and down and the finally glided towards the bottoms.

  I looked around. “We’re skinny dipping? Now? It’s not even completely dark yet.” I covered my chest and shuddered feeling his erection against my back.

  He jerked my arms back down. “Show that hot stuff! Have you ever done this before?”

  “What do you think?”

  “I’m thinking, not a chance. I want you to learn to like a little bit of risk. Slide those bottoms down and bend over when you do.”

  Ohmygod. I trembled in delight at his order. My lungs and walls were on fire when I did as he said. A moan escaped when his fingers slowly followed the line of my crack and raked my bits.

  “Spread your legs.”

  When I gave more straddle, he casually pulsed his middle finger in and out of my dewy flower, then circled and pressed the tip of his thumb into my asshole. Both terrified and aroused by some peeper seeing this, I was dripping and quaking as he played raunchy in my holes. He braced my hip with his other hand so I wouldn’t fall. Right when I started building high, he pulled off me.

  “Stay where you are.” He peeled off his clothes, chucking them off to my side so I’d know when he stood naked. He bopped my ass with his erection, and then scooped me up in his arms.

  I shrilled at being so flirtatiously upended and hurled into the hard cradle of his muscular arms.

  “Shh. You don’t want the whole neighborhood to know how slutty you are.”

  I laughed. “I am kind of slutty, aren’t I?”

  “Very. Knew it all along, Sunshine.” He ran three steps with me in his arms and launched us in
to the deep end of the pool.

  I screamed before we plunged underwater. We grappled fleshy parts as we surfaced and fell into a laughing fit after we snatched breath. We smoothed one another’s hair and he pulled me into a sensual kiss, mashing my naked body against his. As we tread water, our legs slithered together in an orgy of limbs.

  “Shay?”

  “Yes, Jason?”

  He smeared off the water dripping from his lips with a squeeze of his curled finger and thumb. “Um, I know you’re a princess and all, and I’m just a cocky jester with a cool whip trick, but I was wondering, um, would you, uh, would you maybe want to go to prom with me three weeks from tonight? I mean, I’m no Johnny Castle, but I already know there’s no one on the planet that can better show me the ropes than you.”

  I snickered at his adorableness and kissed his nose. “I would be honored to go to prom with you, Jason Delaney. As long as you promise to bind me up afterward. With leather cuffs. Mmm. Face down on your bed. And remember to stuff panties into my mouth.”

  “Damn. I’m game for that. What’s your favorite flower?”

  “Purple roses.”

  “Why am I not surprised?”

  “They’re just not all that common or easy to find.”

  “Same can be said of a woman like you. You deserve all the treasures you desire, even the rarest.”

  To hell with purple roses. I kissed him in desperate sadness. He was the thing I desired most. Every word that came out of his mouth only made me want him more.

  When we broke out of our kiss, him from frenzied desire, and me from a heart that was unbearably tearing, I clutched onto him with the same koala clutch we did in our dance. He tread water and I held onto him for dear life, knowing that my destiny was carved in stone. All this yummy sugary goodness was only cotton candy. It was nothing of substance, only tasting good in the moment but quickly dissolving into a mere flavor that would eventually fade to nothing.

  In the end ... I was only gonna drowned in misery.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Jason

  I couldn’t wait for the ‘prom’ night I was totally serious about ’cause I missed mine too, to give Shayna a kink massage with my new twin elk floggers. So after binding her limbs, I swiped up her back, ass and thighs while slipper-pink was still clinging to her sweet spot. She smiled and aaahed like a porn star, loving the workup from butter-soft elk in a solo ballet that eventually found a partner in a two-handed florentine to mid-sized, stinging suede falls that left her warm and stripy to heavier moose that thudded against her skin. I finished her off with small floggers of thin elastic and braided horse-hair that sting, especially used together in a looping whirl that kept slapping, slapping, slapping. That whisking finish was enough to rocket her off. I stopped the second her breathing changed.

  Sunshine reached subspace. Clear puddles sat by her swollen bits and parted lips. I took some pics so she could later see how enraptured she looked. I retrieved a 24-incher and dragged the velvety falls up and down her skin in soft circles for a few minutes to soothe her skin. Then I twirled a feather duster down her backside in case she was still attached to sensation.

  I released her from the leather wrist cuffs and covered her with a blanket.

  She was so gone, just breathing and drooling. I nestled beside her and finger-raked her stiff hair that was stripped of shine and drier just from one dip in the pool. Her angelic face placed her in heaven.

  I caressed her face and left a dozen kisses on her head and face. I whispered, “You’re so tiny. How on earth did you demolish my wall and crash into my fortress, you little bitch? No one does that. I don’t let them. You slinked your way in there so innocuously, but you’re so lethal and relentless.” I set her ankles free, then stripped off my leather pants that I’d donned for show. I kept boxer briefs on and slid under the covers too and pulled her onto my chest. I stroked her wherever I could reach. “I don’t wanna let you go, and I certainly don’t any other Dom playing with you. I can’t shake the shit-brained notion that you belong to me, and worse, that I belong to you. What the hell am I supposed to do with that when my job is to dominate countless women? I think I … love you too and loathe you with the same virulence.”

  As she started coming down, twitching, moving more, licking her lips, I slid out from under her and straddled her pert ass, then gave her a slow massage on her neck and shoulders. I bent down and kissed her face and hair, swept strands off from her cheek with a gentle caress, and whispered sweet nothings, hoping to ease her out of subspace slowly so she wouldn’t crash out. She smiled and mewed as I gently rolled over her tight muscles.

  Still hunched on her, I whispered, “You look so hot, baby, with that flushed skin.” I nibbled her earlobe and left a drunkard’s trail of kisses along her neck.

  She either didn’t have her voice back yet or the concern to speak, but no words could possibly sound more delicious than the moans promenading out of her mouth. God, they made me stiff.

  It took her a good half hour to fully come back. I snuggled her for as long as she needed to be held this time, and even though it was after 1 a.m., I made and fed her broccoli cheese soup because she hungry but too was zapped move. She felt exhausted but not sleepy, so I propped against my headboard on pillows and held her between my legs while we watched DVR’d episodes of Futurama in the dark. I finger-danced all over her arms and across her abdomen.

  Breath raced faster out of her nostrils when I slid down further and gave the softest delight to her button. I tugged her legs up more and she drooped more heavily against my torso as I waltzed through her lovely bits and found a warm and honey-slick welcome when I slid a digit partway in. I rolled and mashed the heel of my palm on her clit as I got deeper and drove in and out of her essence. “I want you to come, sweetie.”

  She was sighing and her breath kept catching. “Jason.”

  I pulled a soaked finger out of her and drew three-fingered circles on her clit. “Come for me, Babydoll. I want you to come, you’ve been so sexy for me.” I kept dancing on her charm until she shuddered against me and let out a soft, shattered cry of ecstasy.

  “Aahhh, Jason!” It wasn’t a scream, but it was good enough. She remembered to say it. And she kept on saying it, matching the beat of her rocked walls.

  I tucked my finger back in so I could feel the squeezing of her climax. She was slicker than before, and pulsing, pulsing, pulsing, uh, so damn hot.

  “Good girl. So hot.” I sucked her taste off my fingers, God, it was like ambrosia, and I resumed a sensual caress of her body, thighs, tits, shoulders, neck, those precious kisstastic lips.

  Not wanting to let her go, I kept her in my arms as I fell asleep, but when I woke up she was gone. “Shay?”

  “Out here,” she called from my living room.

  I shuffled out of bed with a groan from stiffness and massaged my neck as I went to see what she was up to.

  She was sitting Indian style on my couch in only white lacy panties. Hot. She dropped her notebook on the couch. “I’ve been journaling, and I wanted to share what I wrote down as likes. Um, I really like rope bondage, and orders, mmm, and spanking. I added flogging and sensory play. Both of those things were so amazing.”

  I smirked. “When I said to write, I didn’t mean the big things. You won’t forget those. I mean the minutia, the depths of your needs, what directly feeds your soul and why. I want you to really self-examine why you like those things. Why spanking? What does that do?”

  She walked up to me in her gracefulness and ran her hand down my torso. “I’ve given that some thought actually. I like the obvious delight of pretty pain and the feeling of absolution at the end, that afterglow of peace, but I’ve also come to see that I like the weight of humiliating shame throughout, being commanded to bare bottom and ask for what I deserve and lay over thighs. I find it panty-melting and dreadful at the same time. Think that’s weird?”

  “No. Not that weird.” I seized her wrist before she went lower. “Why do you supp
ose you like that aspect? Why does it turn you on and heighten and alter the whole experience?”

  “It makes me feel deliciously dirty and naughty. I know I can always be corrected with a belt if I feel guilty or if I disappoint my Dom. I like that a spanking strips me of control, disgraces me, and gives me what I deserve.”

  “You like feeling dirty and bad?”

  “No, not just that, and this is what freaks me out most. Owned. I like the feeling that I belong to someone and am not my own and that I will be corrected whenever I stand in the wrong. When you did that whole dependency scene where I couldn’t even wash my hair without your assistance, I felt like I’d found my perfect place. I like that you compromised my senses in order to help me feel deeper. I liked being trapped at your mercy ... powerless, cherished.”

  I expelled a quick breath through tight lips and took a step back. “Is that why you like ropes?”

  “Ropes. Leather. Scarves. Any kind of bondage. Am I some kind of freak, Jason? Some weakling chick who can’t function without a muscular dude propping her up and giving her permission to live?”

  “No, you’re not a freak. There are a lot of people just like you.”

  “Then why did you sound shocked and back up if you’re not repulsed?”