An Alpha's Desire

by Amarie Avant

  “You always do,” she says in between kisses.

  “No beautiful.” My tongue twines with hers. “Let me own you.”

  Desire glances up at me with glistening eyes.

  “This is the perfect time for you to become my sub. Once you do, no one on God’s green earth—aside from me—will be able to set your emotions. And I have your best interests at hand.”

  “I don't know, Daniel…can't see myself being slapped around, though I… I kinda like when you slap me down there.” She blushes meekly.

  “You love when I grab your pussy and spank it.” I reach between her legs with enough force to extract the air from her lungs in a deep moan. I cup her pussy in my hand and give it a hard slap before clutching the thickness of it again. “I won't dominate you every night, beautiful. But you will learn to listen to me.”

  “I should have listened to you about Lauren.”

  “Precisely.” I pick her up and slam her ass down onto the accent table in the middle of the foyer. “You don't get to think, Des. I do the thinking for you.”

  Desire's mouth tenses.

  “I'm the fucking master,” I order while tonguing her down. “I own you.”

  “You own me.”

  “I own you, what?”

  “You own me, Master.”

  I've been awake for over twenty-four hours, yet there will be no sleep for me, for her, for us anytime soon. The sound of trumpets going off in heaven resounds in my ears. As my mouth curves with a devilish grin, I command her to undress.

  Desire

  The instant I call Daniel, Master, the tears dry in my eyes. My sole focus is him. I love him and will do anything for him. I know he will return the favor, and he does by expunging all the worry and angst from my mind.

  I pull the jean material over one hip then the other, sliding it delicately down. His eyes are intense, like gray metal burning over my brown skin. I concentrate on how he'd like this. Or how he'd like that. Please him… is my credo. It’s my sole thought as I stand before him in panties and bra. The glower on his face speaks volumes. I unhook the front latch on my bra and my large breasts spill from the double D cups, high, and perky. My chocolate brown nipples feel chilled even with the fire from the hearth warming my skin.

  I slip off my panties next.

  Though his handsome face is pleased, Daniel doesn't touch me. The trembling walls of my pussy squeeze tight, where he should be, filling me up.

  “Follow me,” Daniel orders.

  “What? No leash?” I grin, hips swaying. He stops abruptly, and I stop short to not bump my head against the taut muscles in his back.

  Daniel turns around, his chiseled jaw hard. Damn it, he is the finest man I’ve ever encountered but angry though? He is the fallen angel, a sinful temptation.

  A vein pulses at his neck and I want to lick it. Lick him. Lick the rigid veins that are always so prominent in his cock when he is hard.

  “Did I say you could speak, sub?”

  My teeth grind, but I need this release… this pain. Only for the night. Tomorrow, I'll tell Daniel I’ve had enough of the BDSM.

  “No, Master,” I murmur, playing the game for tonight only, though.

  We ascend a massive, wide staircase with intricate woodwork that puts his Dallas mansion to shame, up the stairs and down a long corridor with the thickest velvet drapes, and to a set of double doors that would span the length of my master suite in Los Angeles.

  My feet are chilled when stepping off the hallway runner rug and onto the glossy floor.

  Daniel opens the door. The bedroom must be at least 3,000 square feet. Another fireplace is aglow. The bed dead center could pile a whole football team. There's a silk chaise at the foot of it and an entire living area with antique brocade sofas next to the floor to ceiling windows.

  “Lay down.” He nudges his head toward the bed.

  Tentatively I move toward it, my mind not at a standstill as it was before. My dad rarely punished me with a belt. What the hell am I thinking, I hate pain—why did I even just consider my father?

  “Stop.”

  I cease walking mid-stride.

  “Do not think.” Daniel again nudges to the bed.

  Not sure how to stop thinking as I won't be able to sexily climb onto the elevated bed without a computation. I notice a stepstool at the side of the bedpost. As I scoot it from beneath with my big toe, I stifle my laughter. This ain't sexy.

  Finally, I step a foot on top of it and climb onto the bed.

  “You are gorgeous, Des. Every single move you make should be done with your chin up.”

  Is he reading my mind?

  “On your knees, hands against the headboard.”

  I climb to the headboard, grip the smooth wood frame, ass high, lower back arched perfectly. This is the part I need—

  “Fuck!” I scream, back sagging in pain.

  “Shhh…” Daniel smooths his palm where his handprint is no doubt tattooed to the side of my butt cheek.

  Another whack burns in a frenzy against the very same spot.

  I bite my tongue as another round of pain sparks like a forest fire.

  “Keep that ass arched, Des. Your pussy is peeking at me.” His voice is heavy with desire and the undertones of warning.

  Not strong enough to start over, I arch my ass and take the next two strokes that come in rapid succession. My thighs tremor.

  “Shhh,” he says. He doesn't rub away the pain anymore and I swear it feels like a match has been lit right next to my ass. The scalding pain continues to burn with even more intensity.

  The last smack leaves me dazed and all I can think about is keeping my ass perfectly arched.

  Can't start over. This is the worst pain.

  And then it's not.

  Because unlike before, Daniel nurtures me. He blows against the hurt, his lips grazing against my ass cheek.

  “More pain or should I make you feel better?” Daniel asks, his breath divine against that one spot.

  “No more pain,” I murmur. “Please, Master.”

  His laughter is hard. “You'll beg for the pain one day. All right, good girl. No more pain for now.”

  His breath is now teasing at my entrance which is surprisingly wet.

  “See, you weren't even aware of how much you love it,” Daniel says, reading my thoughts again, lapping his tongue from the lips of my pussy to my asshole. He tells me that soon enough I'll take it without being overly tensed. He makes more promises between eating out my pussy and ass but my brain is no longer in functioning mode.

  I grip the headboard again, knuckles tightening, ass tooted to perfection and roaming over his face.

  His nose nudges my asshole while his tongue is deep within my core, coaxing my g-spot. Damn, can he even breathe?

  Daniel eats me until my voice is raw from coming and screaming. Each time a honey orgasm tide waves through me, he laps it up like a ravenous lion.

  My legs tremble and I lean against the headboard for support.

  “Back into position, Des,” his voice cuts ominously and I can pretty much imply…or else.

  Daniel

  Her ass is the most beautiful color. A peach hue radiates against her toasted almond complexion. The sweet coloring is almost gone, and I restrain myself from swatting at her backside again. It’s simple fucking art, that's what it is.

  No other woman, lighter or darker, has had such a stunning color after being spanked. But I promised not to beat her. I promised that we'd work our way up. Increase her threshold to pain.

  My dick is rigid against my pants, and though I've always been astonished at how Desire tempts me, I have never been so hard in my fucking life.

  “Back into position, Des,” I order through gritted teeth. Don't smack her ass so hard again. Don't punish her. We will work our way up to the paddle.

  Desire's backside curves miraculously at that. I can't take my eyes away from her. Unzipping my pants, I shove them down to my knees, then lean back on my calves.

/>   My thumb strokes her clit. I want to see the beautiful colors we make. Like having her ass peppered in a peach hue, I also like the contrast of me against her. I slide my cock between the thick meat of her ass. Cream to her roasted complexion.

  Fucking gorgeous.

  Desire presses her ass against my shaft. My mouth tips up on the right side. She is begging for my cock. Her usual feisty arguments are no more, just purrs and subtle begging.

  “You've been a very good girl, Desire,” I tell her.

  I rub the cockhead up and down her slit. Now, those thick thighs of hers are sturdy as fuck. She won't need warning and I won't have to stop myself from reprimanding her with my hand.

  Desire wiggles her butt and I silently chuckle. “All right, beautiful.”

  Once more, my dick glides against the super wet, thick lips of hers. Again and again until Desire moans. When she least expected it, my dick soars deep inside of her pussy.

  “Ahhh…” her pussy puckers around my dick, clutching it tightly. I grip her hip and slam into her. Desire's ass cheeks slap against my balls, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP. The rhythm sends her into a tailspin. There’s nothing I love more than having my cock buried deep in her pussy while those caramel ass cheeks slap against my balls. That sweet, forbidden hole staring up at me as more of Desire’s come showers against my cock.

  But I'm not ready to meet her yet, fuck no.

  I let her recuperate while gliding my shaft along the walls of her cheeks until the crown stops at a super tight entrance.

  Desire pushes back on her knees. I laugh heartedly. “Beautiful, we will prepare you for that too.”

  “Mhmmmm.” She moans while I explore her insides. My thumb caresses her innocent asshole. Too big. I then use my index finger to gather some of her juices before heading toward that small opening. Fuck gliding in and out, I quietly probe my finger inside, one inch, two. Desire slowly rears back on her knees. I don't mind her enthusiasm.

  “Daniel,” she calls out when I've gone as far as her tightness will allow. My index finger all the way down to the knuckle is urging her body.

  I stop the momentum of my hips, cock nestled in her ocean, and all finger work in her asshole.

  “You like that?”

  “Ye-yesssss.” Her voice is as heavy as sex. “I love that.”

  Of course, she does. Those moaning sounds she makes compel me to come down her throat instead, but the pussy is too good to abandon. I reach around and give her my other hand. She sucks my middle and index fingers.

  My hips pick up the rotation, matching the speed of my other fingers in her ass. I watch Desire’s hand snake between her legs to find her clit, and she moans deeply.

  “I bet you love having all your holes filled?” I say as she sucks vigorously. “My hard cock fucking your pussy, my fingers fucking your ass and mouth.”

  “Baby,” Desire purrs tentatively. I fuck her hard, drawing my cock out before slamming it into her. Offering that good pain she loves. Warm brown eyes gloss over with lust as she licks and sucks my finger with the same eagerness she would my cock. Once Desire’s walls clench around my dick, I remove my hands from her ass and her mouth, reach around and tweak her erect nipple while pumping deep inside of her. The smell of our lust fills the room, and it’s fucking beautiful.

  “Come with me, baby,” she implores.

  The only response she receives is the sound of my balls clapping against her clit. Her come flows, squirting around my cock. Desire’s legs shake and she can hardly hold herself up.

  “Get back into position, beautiful,” I order.

  She leans her arms and chest against the headboard for a moment, breathing deeply. Then as if she’s taken a dose of imaginary adrenaline, Desire is all bright eyes and ass arched once more. She glances back at me. “Where are the beads?”

  First, I feel my muscles clench, and my dick twitches in delight at her words. My beautiful wants more, I’ll give her more. Laughing lightheartedly I respond, “Sweetheart, I’ve got something much better for you tonight.”

  I lean back on my knees, bringing all that ass atop of me. I slide in slowly—in, out, in. The steady pace allows me to tease every bit of her pleasure spots as I could.

  “Fuck me, Daniel. Fuck me faster,” she begs.

  “You sure, sweetheart?”

  “Fuck me faster, harder. Fuck me please!” she huffs.

  When Desire looks back, I pull out slowly and allow my cock to nestle between her ass cheeks. There’s a spark in her chocolate brown gaze, yet the anxiousness that consumed her during our first anal encounter is no longer there. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as the crown of my cock slathers against her pussy juices. I slide my hand across the small of her back. “Play with your nipples.”

  My dick, candy coated with Desire’s come, swells as I press it against her tight ass hole. It’s such a beautiful sight. The underside of my cockhead rubs along the edge of her anus before it probes into her tightness. My hips catch a slow rotation, giving her more of my dick at each calculated prod, until my cock is halfway swallowed up by her voluptuous ass.

  A groan ribbons across her thick lips. “Oh shit, Daniel, fuck! Fuck! I love you, I love you…”

  Desire’s sexy brown body thrashes before me in delight, hypnotic curves wriggling like a cobra.

  “Easy, sweetheart,” I warn. This being her first time, I’ve stretched out her anus enough. I find her hard clit once more, and like a magic button, bring Desire to the head of her climax. Stroking deeply in and out of her ass, I buck before feeling my come shoot deep into her. Our legs are trembling as orgasms flood through our tired bodies. We fall into the comfort of the bed, staring at the ceiling, heartbeats thundering in our chests. After a while, I scoop my arm around Desire’s tiny waist and bring her curvy body closer to mine.

  ###

  “Will we leave this bedroom?” Desire asks, her face bright with a silly grin as she leans on my chest. She twirls a finger around the diamond bracelet she woke up wearing this morning.

  “You hungry?”

  “Hummm, I think I am. Maybe not hungry for anything out of this room though.”

  I reach up, plant a kiss on her forehead and say, “That can be arranged.”

  I start to rise and walk over toward the wood paneling against the wall.

  “What are you doing?” Desire asks.

  “I'm going to feed you, of course. I need you at your best before we get back to work.” The wall slides apart.

  “Oh okay, so this place is equipped with a hidden kitchen at that! I only know the proper term because of Pinterest.”

  “Pretty much.” I open the stainless steel built-in refrigerator.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.”

  “How many women have you held hostage here? This seems like the perfect place. Sex. Food. The claw foot bathtub is gorgeous too.”

  “We will, of course, use the bathtub. And the answer is zero.”

  “Zero?”

  “I've already told you that you're the first woman—and last—that I plan to bring home—plural. This is one of my homes.”

  “Well damn. So, you have homes all over the world that have been built for your dream girl?”

  “Yes and no. This place was here. It has undergone a few modifications.”

  “But what about your woman? We like to decorate and choose and everything that encompasses the purchasing of a home.”

  “You are my woman, Desire. Actually, the entire world is fully aware of that, as well, or at least the people who watch TMZ and read celebrity magazines. Thus being said, you like what I like,” I joke.

  “Damn it, why did I claim you?” She tosses an accent pillow. It doesn't make it too far.

  “Ha!” I pull out a bowl and the ingredients for an omelet.

  “Where's my phone?” she asks, lazing around in the sheets.

  “You need a diamond necklace that attaches to your phone?”

  “I would look ghetto fabulous
but no. I was side blinded this morning by the bracelet, but I don't need diamonds… not besides these,” she says, holding up her wrist. Too bad, I had the matching necklace and earrings, but I wasn’t sure I could sneak them on while she slept. Desire adds, “I just need you and while you're cooking for me, I need my phone.”

  I turn toward the free-range stove and begin to cook.

  “Shoot, I'm at twenty-percent,” Desire says while powering up her phone.

  I pull out a skillet, turn on the stove, and wait for it to heat.

  Desire sucks in a sharp breath of air. I turn around. Her eyes are wide, a fresh round of waterworks threatening to descend her luscious cheekbones.

  “What is it, sweetheart?”

  “Riley’s phone is off. Off. The service has been terminated.”

  ###

  Four days later, I unlock the bedroom doors to offer Desire the grand tour of my home.

  “So, did you purchase this place for the trees?” Desire asks.

  “Not precisely,” I tell her, while we travel down the south wing of the mansion. “I’ve told you the history of Constanta, right?”

  “It was originally called the town of Tomis in some ridiculous BC era before Roman Emperor Constantine the Great in honor of his sister, Constantiana.”

  “Damn, you remembered. Not that far back though.”

  “Of course, I remembered. You bought everything aside from a television. Oh, I also recall the Turkish rule pretty much fucked up the place?”

  “Yes, and King Carol I revived it during the nineteenth century, building mansions, seaside resorts and hotels.”

  “None of which I’ve seen since you keep me locked up inside.” Desire grins.

  “I’ll let you out, one day.”

  Desire rises onto the tip of the toes, and I kiss her lips. So far, I’ve kept her locked up in my bedroom to redirect her mind. After her attempt to call Riley a few days ago and the shock of learning his mother had turned the phone off, she’d retreated to her melancholic state. And I couldn’t have that.

  “This baby was here before asking Carol.” I rub a hand along the woodwork along the walls before standing in front of a closed door. “There are twenty-seven bedrooms in this home. All but one have been refurbished.”