I am Yours (An Alpha Male BDSM Romance)

by Linnea May

  I rolled my eyes, which did not go unnoticed by him. He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear: “Okay, now that makes fifteen.”

  All right then. Luckily, my behind had completely healed from last time. But it had only been five strokes then…

  Since it was a Tuesday night, it was easy to find a vacant room and we could take our pick from a vast variety. He chose one at random—or so it appeared to me—and we hurried to the counter to get our key. This time, the room was only booked for three hours.

  “We’ll make the most of it.”

  The room was on the second floor, so there was no elevator ride this time. We went up one flight of stairs and found the room directly to our right. He unlocked the door and let me enter first.

  The room itself did not look that much different from the one we had been in last time, but it was bigger. I still had no idea why he had been so eager to use this hotel tonight.

  “It’s nice,” I said, while I slowly roamed the area around the bed.

  He was still standing close to the entrance and closed the door to the genkan, the tiny entrance area where we had left our shoes behind him. “Come here.”

  His voice sounded determined but soft. So soft, it almost scared me. I slowly followed his command and approached him. When I was within reach, he put both his hands on my shoulders, holding me firmly.

  “I want to give you something very important today,” he said. “I want you to be truly mine when we are together and I want everyone to see that you are mine.”

  I looked up at him, confused. I had no idea where this was leading until he continued to speak.

  “Do you know what a collar is?”

  My eyes widened. I had heard and read enough about relationships between a dominant and a submissive to know what he was talking about. And to know the meaning behind a collar.

  “Yes, sir,” I breathed.

  “I want to truly make you mine,” he continued. “I want to give you a collar today.”

  I smiled up at him. “Are you sure? Already?”

  He nodded. “Yes, it will be a training collar. You are in training, aren’t you my pet?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “We agreed to leave our normal life out of this. That’s why I won’t ask you to wear the collar all the time. But I want you to wear it every minute you spend with me, no matter where we are, understand?”

  I nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir.”

  “You won’t be able to remove it by yourself, because I will have the key. You’ll have to trust me,” he continued, looking at me with a serious expression. “I will put it on first thing when we see each other, and I will remove it when we part. That is my way of doing this. For now.”

  I smiled and nodded again. This I had not expected. I felt extremely flattered and excited.

  “You seem happy,” he noticed.

  “I am, sir. I really am.”

  He gave me a kiss on the forehead, took my hand, and led me to the bed where he ordered me to undress. “Completely.”

  I obeyed and slowly removed every item of clothing I was wearing, neatly placing them next the bed on the floor. When I was done, he was waiting next to me, holding the collar in his hands.

  It was beautiful: a simple, black leather collar with a lock at the back and a d-ring at the front. The d-ring, I noticed, was shaped like a little heart. All in all, it was quite subtle and classy, something I would even consider to wear during everyday life, but just not for work.

  “Get on the bed, sit on your knees, facing me,” he ordered. I did as I was told. My heart was racing and jumping in anticipation.

  “Hold your hair up,” he ordered. “And look at me.”

  I did as I was told. Grabbing my hair up in a ponytail, I looked up at him, smiling like a silly schoolgirl. He smiled back, but a lot more contained, focused. He bent down and wrapped the collar around my neck, quickly closing it at the back beneath my hair.

  To my own surprise, I let out a little sigh when I could hear the clicking sound of the lock. Never would I have imagined how much something like this could mean to me. I felt oddly liberated. And aroused.

  His eyes were fixated on mine. He held the tiny key up in front of my face.

  “As long as this collar is closed around your beautiful neck, you are mine, completely surrendering to my will. Obedience is all I want from you from now on.”

  My eyes went back and forth between him and the key, mimicking the race my heart was performing. “Yes, sir.”

  I was aware that I was doing the heavy breathing thing again, with my mouth slightly opened. And I knew it was driving him wild. I could tell by his forced composure that he had to hold back. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I wanted him to finally do it.

  And of course, he could read my mind.

  “There you go, my pet,” he whispered. “Let’s play.”

  8

  I had been right regarding his constitution. His cock was rock-hard and practically sprang toward me when he got out of his pants. I stared at it longingly and slightly leaned forward.

  “A little treat for you,” he said, while unbuttoning his shirt. “You may devour it the way you like it.”

  I looked up at him for reassurance. “Really?”

  He nodded. “Go ahead, my pet.”

  I closed my fingers around his perfectly shaped erection and started stroking it gently. I knew by now that gentle was not exactly his thing, so I tightened my grip as strongly as I could while continuing with strong and thorough strokes. He moaned in pleasure.

  I didn’t want to wait any longer and leaned forward to welcome his cock between my lips. Slowing taking him in as deep as possible, I looked up at him to see his reaction. He was looking down at me, attentively observing what I was doing. I wanted to give my best, maybe even make him come, despite him saying that he had a hard time coming with blowjobs.

  I backed up a little and started to play at his tip with my tongue, while my lips were still wrapped around him. Another moan escaped his lips and he started stroking my hair. I intensified everything I was doing, tightening my grip, as I was still holding his cock with one of my hands and increasing the intensity of my tongue play. He obviously liked it and started to slightly move his hips forward and back.

  Just as I wanted to try something new, he backed up and ordered me to lie down on my back.

  “I need to taste you,” he whispered. He was standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his wet erection, while I crawled to the middle of the bed to lie down.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered. It was a rather compromising position and shame got ahold of me as I complied.

  “More,” he snapped, as I was too hesitant. I spread my legs as far as I could, feeling the wetness between them.

  He got down on the bed and bent down to shower my body with kisses. Slowly planting kisses on the inner sides of my legs, he worked his way up and stopped each time, shortly before he reached my clit.

  I was moaning and flexing my body. “Oh God, please…”

  “Please what, my pet?” he demanded to know. “I want to spoil you, be patient!”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I bit my lip as he finally went down between my legs, starting to tease and lick where I wanted him most. He hummed in approval. “Such a good pet, so wet for me.”

  His tongue started circling around my clit and was soon joined by two fingers that he pushed inside of me without warning. I let out a little shriek of surprise at the sensation.

  “Do not come yet!” he warned me.

  Yet. At least I was allowed to come this time. But it would be hard to hold back for much longer. He was so skillful. His tongue knew exactly where it had to be, how long it had to stay there and which areas were especially sensitive.

  “I want to show you something,” he said.

  I could feel him slightly bend his fingers inside me, pushing upward. Suddenly, an extreme sensation drove through my entire body like a lightning bolt. He had hit a certain spot in
side me, the infamous g-spot, I supposed. I winced when he started pushing against it, just slightly moving his fingers from left to right, massaging the spot he had found. The feeling was incredible, much stronger than anything I had felt before.

  “Fuck!” I breathed, mostly to let him know that I could not take this much longer. It was too intense, too much.

  But he knew and gave me the permission I was waiting to hear. “You may come. Don’t hold back.”

  I pondered for a millisecond what he had meant by “not holding back,” but understood a few moments later.

  He increased the pressure from the inside so much, it almost hurt. His tongue kept playing with my clit just in the right spot and my orgasm announced itself with unknown force. Just a moment before I actually came, he withdrew his tongue and straightened up, now playing with my clit with one hand while still using two fingers of the other inside me. The pressure he was inducing was unfamiliar and brought along a slightly uncomfortable sensation as the first waves of my orgasm hit me—it felt a little as if I had to pee.

  I recalled his words and didn’t try to resist but instead let the feeling run over me. It was intense. My entire body was convulsing so much, he actually had to use his top hand to keep me in place. I screamed as I reached the top of my climax, widening my eyes in disbelief.

  For a few moments, he let me lie there, heavily panting and staring at the ceiling. Words had left me, again.

  They never left him, though.

  “We’re not done yet.”

  9

  “Turn around,” he ordered.

  I got up on my elbows and tried to move myself on all fours as elegantly as possible. It was then that I noticed the sheets were wet. I blushed. Had I actually peed?

  He didn’t seem to worry about it. “Face down, ass up.”

  I complied and got down on my elbows, hollowing my back to lift my ass.

  “More,” he snapped and pushed my face down on the sheets. “Move your arms up front. Lower your back, ass up. Good, just like that.”

  I was positioned as he pleased, my face pushed down on the sheets. Relaxed.

  His cock was still just as hard as I had left it. He moaned when he finally pushed it inside me. Bare. Again, he wasted no time and started to push in and out with rough and fast thrusts. I knew this was mainly for his pleasure, as I had already found my release, but I eagerly leaned into him, welcoming every hard shove he gave me. He felt bigger than usual, probably due to the position he had put me in. The feeling of fullness was incredibly satisfying.

  It didn’t take long for him to find his release. I could feel him climaxing hard and deep inside me and joined his moaning at the pleasure of the feeling.

  He bent over, leaning down on me and grabbing my boobs from behind. “Good girl.”

  I hadn’t realized before how sweaty we were. It hardly felt like a workout, but sweat was running down my body almost as much as it did after a long run.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “Thank you, my pet.”

  He withdrew and I turned around, looking up at him as he offered me a hand to get off the bed.

  “Let’s take a bath.”

  I accepted his offer and followed him to the bathroom. While we drew the bath and I once again added bath salts that smelled of yuzu—a smell I now linked to the wolf—he let me in on the question of why the sheets had been so wet.

  “Have you ever squirted before?”

  I was kneeling next to the bathtub, pouring the scented salts into the hot water. I blushed and shook my head, looking up to him. “No, sir.”

  He smiled triumphantly. “Today was a first then.”

  I sheepishly smiled back. “Yeah…”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Very much. The orgasm was intense!”

  “Yeah,” he said, kneeling down next to me to plant a kiss on my cheek. “They usually are.” He put his arm around me and squeezed me. “You are so cute when you are embarrassed.”

  “Who said, I was embarrassed?” I tried to sound bold and confident, but instead my voice sounded like that of a little girl who had gotten caught. He pulled me closer, using the d-ring on my collar and blessed me with another one of his divine kisses.

  “Let’s soak,” he whispered afterward and I nodded.

  We carefully entered the very hot water when the bathtub was almost full.

  “This is one of the best parts about love hotels,” I said, while he was holding me in his arms. Surrounded by mountains of foam, hot water and his body, I felt secure and deeply relaxed.

  “This?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I whispered. “I wish I had a bathtub like this at home.”

  He nodded and gently started cupping my breasts under water. I moaned in pleasure.

  “It’s nice,” he agreed. “But I think there’s something even better here.”

  I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hands on my boobs. “Yeah? What is that?”

  He took in a deep breath and gently started kissing my earlobe, before he whispered, “Do you know what a Hitachi is?”

  Part 4

  Secretly Yours

  O

  “A Hitachi?” I asked and turned around to look at him. Mountains of bath foam were surrounding us, filling the room with the smell of fresh yuzu citrus fruit.

  He smiled mischievously. “Yes.”

  His voice was calm and relaxed as always. While I pondered what he could be talking about, his hands were wandering under water, gently caressing my skin.

  “I know the brand,” I mumbled. And then it hit me. “Oh! You mean the massage thing…”

  He nodded. “The magic wand they call it.”

  The Hitachi magic wand was a vibrating massager that had originally been manufactured to relieve tension and relax sore muscles. Though it was never intended by the Hitachi company, the device was well-known for its use as a vibrator and masturbation aid for women. Especially here Japan. They were sold all over the place at drug stores, malls and stores for everyday commodities. You could probably buy them in sex stores as well, but there was no need to go in one of them to get one. It was one of those things that amused me in this country. Everyone knew what the magic wand was mostly used for, but it was never sold or named for that intent.

  “Have you ever used one?” The wolf asked, while his hand wandered down my tummy, gently stroking my mound.

  “No,” I panted.

  “They’re intense,” he whispered. “I’d like to treat you with one today.”

  “You have one?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “Didn’t you wonder why I wanted to visit this hotel?”

  I nodded. “I did.”

  “They are part of the service here. Completely clean and disinfected.”

  “Oh,” I breathed. “So… you have been here before? And used one on someone else?”

  He smiled. His affectionate Dom smile. It was different from the boyish happy smile after our adventure at the shrine facility. But oh so damn handsome and hot.

  “My cute pet,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. “I want to see you dance to it.”

  I closed my eyes as he continued to plant little kisses on my skin. His hand was still on my mound, now gently pushing on it.

  “Okay,” I breathed.

  “Let’s get out then,” he suggested.

  I nodded and got out of the bathtub, careful not to slip on the warm, slippery tiles beneath my feet. Awkwardly standing in the middle of the bathroom, I looked around for towels. I still felt weirdly lost, standing in the middle of the room, completely naked, wearing nothing but the collar around my neck.

  “Would you stop covering your beautiful body,” he hissed behind me. I hadn’t even noticed that I had put my hands in front of my privates again.

  He was standing close to me, wrapping his muscular arms around my shoulders. “I have seen all of you, and I will see it again and again and devour everything that makes you beautiful. I don’t want you
to be ashamed of what is mine. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered, blushing like a school girl.

  “Who do you belong to?” he asked.

  I looked up. Slightly puzzled I replied, “You, sir.”

  He smiled triumphantly and lifted my chin with his finger to kiss me. Oh God, his heavenly kisses. They were so sweet, so soft and yet so demanding, forcefully invading my mouth like no one ever had before. His body embraced mine, warm, wet skin touching mine. I could feel his erection getting harder. Even while giving up all control and submitting to his commands, noticing the effect I had on him made me feel incredibly powerful.

  He led me out of the bathroom, wrapped a towel around his hips and grabbed another one, turning around to me. I reached out to take it from him, but he shook his head. “No, I will.”

  He gently dabbed off the water from my skin, starting at my neck, down to my shoulders and arms, back to my torso, spending a lot more time on my breasts than he had spent on any other part. I smiled with relish as he softly cupped them with both hands. When he let go, he planted a kiss on each one.

  “We will have so much fun,” he whispered in between the kisses, as if he was talking to my boobs instead of me. In a sense, he probably was, but I didn’t know at that moment.

  He went down on his knees in front of me, thoroughly drying my legs. It was awkward to see him like that. I didn’t like it and almost asked him to stand up. But before I could, he rose back on his feet, towering over me like he should. He turned around, grabbed a light robe from where he had found the towels and helped me put it on.

  “Are you comfortable?” he asked. “Warm enough?”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good,” he whispered and took my hand, leading me to the bed. When we had reached the foot of the bed, he took my shoulders once again, turning me around to face him. He was still wearing nothing but the towel around his hips and looked incredibly sexy. His black hair was messy and wet and his black eyes were as deep and unreadable as ever.

  His hands stroked down my arms on each side, moving to my torso, where he stopped, holding me by the waist. Even through the fabric of the robe his touch was electric. I moaned involuntarily.