Bound Temptations: Autumn's Submission: (An Alpha Male BDSM Club Owner’s Dark and Gritty Tale)

by Lexie Syrah

  She looked exhausted, but being tired has never stopped someone from experiencing an exciting new thing. She rolled over and got into doggy-style. I crawled behind her and thrust into her swollen cunt with a single movement, and she screamed in pain and pleasure. I swatted her ass and she moaned. It felt good to know that all of her expectations had already been exceeded. As long as I came, she would remember tonight as an exceptional experience. There was no possibility of me not cumming inside of her.

  She felt amazing. The multiple orgasms had made her pussy even more swollen and tight, and it felt like she was trying to grab my cock and never let it go every time that I filled her up. I bent over her and mauled her titties from behind. My fingers twisted and pulled at her nipples, and one more time, her body shook as an orgasm flowed through her. It was short-lived, but I knew that she was about to pass out regardless of how much pleasure she was feeling.

  I pulled my cock out of her pussy and she groaned. She didn’t want it to be over yet, but when I pressed against her ass, she tried to pull away. I didn’t understand why she continued to think that things would be unpleasant. I eased the head of my cock into her ass, and I heard her take a sharp breath. She didn’t tell me to stop, though, and so I continued to press into her.

  Her hands gripped the duvet as I slowly fed my cock into her. She was so tight that I knew I wouldn’t last very long. I slammed my hand down on her ass hard enough to leave a bruise, and she moaned in response.

  “Play with your clit. It’ll help with any discomfort.” She adjusted so that she could take my advice, and I began to fuck her ass. I spanked the other cheek, and I could feel her ass relaxing. My thrusts began to speed up until the sound of my hips slamming into her thighs filled the room. The only sound that compared was her moaning and my grunting. Then I felt it, the edge of orgasm. I gripped her waist tightly and slammed against her, and I fell over that edge into an amazing orgasm of pure bliss. My cock began to fill her ass with cum, and she moaned in response.

  I’d just taken a woman who more than likely had never had anything but typical vanilla sex and tied her up, facefucked her, then fucked her ass while spanking her. This had given her four orgasms, and she would never forget it.

  I was exhausted though, and after I pulled my cock out of her ass, I collapsed next to her. We were both covered in sweat and could barely move. I tried to catch my breath, and the nameless woman crawled onto my chest. Her fingers began to trace my scars, first the gunshot wound and then all of the different wounds I’d received. I remembered each and every one of them, and I remembered who had given each of them to me.

  She seemed especially fond of tracing the one that ran from the center of my chest almost to my armpit. The result of having a knife pulled on me at a drug deal. I ended up with 22 stitches, and the asshole who’d pulled the knife ended up with a pine box. I’d done nothing for him as he begged for help as blood spurted around the knife that I’d driven into his chest. I’d stayed to watch as the life left his eyes. His body lay in that alley for less than an hour before beggars rolled him over for cash, but it had taken almost 24 hours before someone called the cops to come pick him up. That was the first time that I had felt how quickly life could be extinguished, and I’d never forgotten.

  I felt better now. Maybe it was because I’d just corrupted a young woman and made sure that I’d never be forgotten. Or maybe it was because sex just made people feel better. I didn’t know, but she had made me feel better, and I didn’t want to kick her to the curb like Vivian had suggested.

  I held her tightly, and said, “I’m sure you want to clean up. The restroom’s right over there, and when you’re finished we can go to sleep.”

  She looked up at me with sparkling eyes. “You want me to stay the night?”

  “Normally I wouldn’t, but tonight I would enjoy it.”

  She jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom, her cute little bubble butt bouncing all the way. I leaned back and thought, “I’m sure glad that I can have sex anytime I want. Otherwise, I’d have had a heart attack a long time ago.”

  When she came back, she said, “Would you like to exchange names now?” She smiled a bubbly smile at the thought, and I grinned back.

  “That sounds good. My name’s Blake Crowley.” It was strange how enjoyable it was to have someone that happy and excited in bed with me. Most women desired my skills and body, but rarely did they desire new experiences, and almost never did a woman want to cuddle and spend time with me outside of the bedroom. They knew my history and my mind, and they knew better than to get attached to me. This one didn’t, though, and for tonight, I’d just enjoy her soft touch.

  “I’m Zoe, and I don’t even know what to say. I had no idea sex could be like that. I don’t know how you made me feel that way, but I’d love to do it more often.” She was almost begging me, and I didn’t know how to explain to her that she didn’t want to get attached to me. She didn’t want to be put through the hell that my life could be.

  “We can talk about that in the morning. For right now, let’s just enjoy being able to hold each other.” Zoe cuddled up on my chest, and I pulled the covers over our bodies. She quickly fell asleep on me, and her slow and steady breath put me into enough of a trance that I nearly fell asleep…

  Until my phone rang. I’d spent enough time dealing with immediate crises that when my phone rang, I woke up regardless of how tired I was. I jumped out of bed to get to my phone. It was Carlos. Fuck.

  “What’s going on Carlos?” I said with a bit of panic in my voice.

  “Blake, I’m sorry I had to wake you up, but you needed to hear this immediately. Vivian’s gone, but her car’s still here. We can’t find her anywhere, and she’s not answering her phone.”

  “Goddamnit. I’ll be right there. Bye.” I hurriedly got dressed shook Zoe awake.

  “Zoe, I have to go. I’ll be back sometime in the morning, but if you need to get a hold of me, I’m leaving my card on the nightstand.”

  She sat up and rubbed sleep out of her eyes before saying, “Is something wrong?”

  “Yeah, something’s really fucked up, but I can’t talk about it right now. I’ve got to leave.”

  I ran to my car and sped all the way back to the club. On my arrival to Bound Temptations, I met up with Carlos. He told me what he knew about Vivian’s disappearance which was nothing more than he’d said over the phone. I ran up to my office to see if she’d left me a note of any kind, and right inside the door, there was a slip of paper on the ground as though someone had slid it under the door.

  “If you’re reading this, it means you already know your precious Vivian is gone. Wait for my call, and if you value her life, you won’t miss it. Next time, you will think twice before disrespecting me.”

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  I tried to calm down as I strutted back to Mr. Harrison. I could feel the woman’s gaze on my ass, and my pussy began to throb again. Mr. Harrison took my arm and walked me through the double doors that were a gateway to the most ethereal night of my life.

  Immediately upon walking into the great room of the mansion, lust wove its way through the crowd, slowly intoxicating all in its wake and commanding everyone in its embrace to act upon their most carnal desires. I was no exception, and my body began to react to it. My nipples hardened, and my pussy begged me to touch it as it filled with slippery wetness. Instead of obeying my desires, I looked around the room and saw the many different men and women in various stages of undress. A few of the women were fully dressed like Mr. Harrison, and I asked him, “Why don’t those women have to be in lingerie?”

  He said, “Those women are members of the club. You’ll also see some naked women without masks on. Those are the women that have been hired to fulfill any requests
that are made.” He pointed at one woman who was tied to a post with her hands above her head. Her breasts jutted out, and I saw a man hit them harshly with a whip. Even from across the room, I could hear the crack as it left a crimson mark across the top of her breast. I winced at the sight of it.

  Then Mr. Harrison guided me to another unmasked woman who was being held up by two men who were both fucking her. One was in her ass, and the other was in her pussy. I’d seen that happen in a porn once or twice, but I’d never imagined that it would ever happen in front of my eyes.

  Then he led me to a man being fucked in his ass by a masked woman with a strap-on while he sucked another man’s cock. That was probably the strangest thing I’d seen so far, but there would be many more things that would arouse a dirty side of me that I’d never known was there.

  We stopped at a table away from most of the action and Mr. Harrison said, “So what do you think so far?” I didn’t know how to reply. It all seemed so unreal that there weren’t words for the feelings coursing through me. I looked around again and realized just how completely ignorant I was to the number of ways that people could enjoy sexuality. Some of the things that people were doing made me feel sick to my stomach, but others were so arousing, that I desperately wanted to watch them.

  “I don’t know, Mr. Harrison. I don’t know how to describe my feelings right now.”

  “That’s okay. Most people feel the same way the first time that they come to a party. Just relax and enjoy the scenery. Would you mind if I enjoyed some of the amenities?”

  I shook my head. This was his party, and I was just coming along so that my husband could get a job. It was strange that I was standing in a room filled with people in sexy lingerie, but none of the people were looking at me. It was almost as though I was completely alone except for Mr. Harrison. I didn’t want to leave his side, so when he stopped an unmasked girl, I watched and listened.

  “Miss, would you mind sitting on this table and masturbating for me?”

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  Pushing through his exhaustion, Luke slid underneath his wife and into his puddle of slime. That was when he saw the juices dripping from her soaked pussy and realized that she was more turned on than she had been in months. She had enjoyed baring herself to Mr. Rand, watching her husband get his mouth and throat violated, and she was about to thoroughly enjoy getting fucked by that same man. It had never occurred to him that she’d enjoy any of this.

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  I woke up naked with my back on the floor and my hands and feet leashed to the bedpost. Paul must have moved me last night after I’d passed out in his lap. I blinked my eyes and felt the crusty drool and cum flake off and fall to the floor. I stretched my aching muscles and winced when I felt the ache in my already wet pussy from where my husband had spanked it last night.

  Paul’s soft snores were the only sound breaking the silence in our dark room as my hand crept down to my swollen clit. I had barely woken up and my body was controlling itself as my mind tried to clear the fog of sleep. I reached a finger into my cunt to rub my silky smooth fluids onto my needy clit.

  Visions of yesterday flashed through my mind and my fingers sped up, sending shooting pain into my stomach followed by electric ecstasy. I closed my eyes and clearly saw myself kneeling in front of Paul and sucking his dirty toes into my mouth. The vision combined with the constant feeling of filth that I was currently covered in brought me higher, ever closer to that edge that I longed to fly over.

  The visions changed to having my ass beaten that first night. I could still feel the aching bruises on my ass as I ground my fingers deep into my pussy. The final vision was that of spreading my legs for my Master and husband Paul, knowing that I was offering my most tender parts for him to abuse, to wound, to torture. My consciousness was petrified from fear of the pain, but my subconscious spread my legs, knowing that I needed it, that I deserved my punishment.

  With every flash of the belt that went through my mind, my hand moved my cunt ever closer to that edge. The vision played on repeat as I tried to go over the edge, but I never could quite make it over.

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  “Oh, it’ll fit. It always fits. You just have to have the right motivation.” My hands gripped the desk tightly enough to leave nail marks in the wood as I felt his cock press against my pussy’s entrance. Then I felt his hand come down hard on my ass, and I screamed in pain. Immediately after the swat on my ass, his cock filled my pussy completely, and my scream just continued. I had been wet. How would it have been possible to be dry when he’d done such a good job licking my pussy? But that monster of a cock wasn’t something that was supposed to fit into me. It was just too big for my tight pussy, but Henry didn’t seem to believe it.

  He continued to thrust in and out, filling me completely each and every time. He would push until his cock wouldn’t go any further and then pull all the way out and slam it back into me. I felt like he was trying to drill his cock through my pussy walls, and he was doing a damn good job of it because every thrust seemed to go just a little farther into me. I was stretching out just like he said I’d do, but it didn’t mean that it was pleasant.

  My voice was completely gone, and my screaming had turned into sobs as he continued to rape my pussy for all it was worth. When he’d finally stretched me out enough to take him up to the hilt, he pulled all the way out of me. Henry spread my ass cheeks apart and began to lick my asshole. No one had ever done that for me before, and it felt amazing. Three of his fingers filled my pussy up, and the pain that had filled me only minutes before was turning into bliss. But of course, it wouldn’t last long.

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  “I’ll accept the punishment. Whatever it is, I’ll do it. I’m sorry that I can’t keep my pants on, Chad. I just love getting fucked by different men. I don’t even ask their names. They don’t matter to me at all. They’re just a hard cock, a smooth tongue, and rough hands. I tried to stay monogamous; I really did. It’s an addiction, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

  Chad ran his hands through his dark brown hair and stood up to pace around the living room. Time seemed to slow down as the cloak of rage that covered him became almost tangible. I felt as though I could reach out and feel the red and black of pure wrath that exuded from his body.

  He turned to look at me and a smile crossed his face. “Yes, you are more than welcome to fuck other men. But every time you cheat, you’re going to be punished, and you’ll accept those punishments without question. You’ll thank me afterward, and you’ll do your absolute best to follow my instructions, whatever they may be. Do you understand?”

  I nodded with fear in my eyes. He’d never been this fierce before, had never made me afraid to move.

  “Then stand up and bend over the couch. You’re getting a spanking. It’s going to hurt, and you’re going to count the strikes. When I tell you that I’m done with the spanking, you’ll get down on your knees and beg me to use your body however I’d like. And you’d better be convincing or I’ll give you another spanking.”

  I didn’t know what else to do, so I stood up and bent over so that Chad would have complete access to my vulnerable ass. I stared forward, but the sound of his belt sliding off made me turn my head to look at him. He positioned himself to my side so that he could have the perfect angle for beating my ass.

  He folded the belt in half and took it in both hands. He looked into my eyes, and I could see the fire burning inside of him. Then he ran his hand softly across my big ass as though he wanted to feel me before the spanking so that he knew just how much damage he had done with the leather belt.

  The belt moved so fast that I felt the pain of the leather on my flesh before I realized that he’d even swung it. Instantly, a scream of pain flew from my lips, and I fell on the couch grabbing my burning ass. Chad reached down to my long auburn hair and pulled me to my feet. There was no
hesitation, and my reaction only seemed to inflame his already burning hatred for me. I was the woman that he had married two years ago. The woman that he’d professed his love to in front of an entire restaurant. Now he was beating my ass like a problem child.

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  My eyes opened as I tried to roll over and felt the aftermath of last night’s abuse. My ass was definitely bruised and my asshole was sore from Paul’s assault on my anal cherry. I had to pee, and almost got out of bed to relieve myself before I remembered Paul’s command. I laid my head across his leg and took his morning wood in my mouth.

  I heard Paul make small moans as I began to bob my head up and down on him. I caressed him with my tongue, feeling all of the small veins that ran up and down him. My hand crept under his balls to softly tickle them as I began to move quicker, hoping that he would cum quickly so that I could go pee. I had always loved giving blowjobs but I was going to piss myself if I didn’t make it to a toilet soon.