Club Alpha: BDSM Romance Boxed Set

by Amy Valenti

  "Yes, Ma'am." Grinning, he undid his tie and tossed it to the floor as he walked over to her. He then removed both cufflinks and set them on her nightstand.

  "Hmmm, now I kinda like the sound of that," she teased, looking up at him while slowly beginning to undo his shirt buttons.

  He cocked a brow at her and his grin widened. "Is that so?"

  "Uh-huh." Reaching the top button, she slipped her hands under the shirt and slid it off of his shoulders, exposing his beautifully toned torso and powerful chest. The shirt slipped down his arms and to the floor. As much as she liked being bound and the excitement that came with the anticipation, being able to touch him and caress the fine contours of lean muscle was so much better. She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his stomach, causing a low growl to escape his lips.

  "Your body is so incredible," she whispered, her lips moving lower down his torso as her fingers undid his belt and then his pants. She pushed his pants down over his hips and they fell to the floor at his feet. He stood before her in just his boxer briefs, the head of his cock peeping out from under the waistband.

  Capturing her chin, in his hand, Vince tilted her face up to capture her eyes with his. "Undress for me."

  Nodding, Lexie grabbed the hem of her camisole and slowly pulled it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist up.

  "Now the boxers." He took a step back and tugged his briefs down as he watched her remove her boxers and toss them to the floor.

  She was surprised to discover that the self-consciousness she had felt the other day with him in the dungeon was now only a small flicker. His eyes, gazing appreciatively at her nude body, told her how much he desired her and she loved the feeling.

  Once he was fully undressed, he pushed her back against the mattress, stretching out alongside her. His thick, eager shaft pressed against her leg and fuelled her need to have it inside her.

  Vince's fingertips grazed her bare flesh, making their way down her side. His eyes travelled casually down the length of her curvy body, following the movement of his hand as she trembled with need for him.

  "Do you have any idea how stunning you are Lexie?" he asked bringing his eyes back up to meet hers.

  She didn't answer, but knew there would be a soft glow colouring her cheeks to match her hair.

  He chuckled softly at her silence and bent over to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. Her breath hitched as the sweet sensations emanated from her nipple and increased the throbbing between her legs.

  "My God, Vince," she gasped threading her fingers into his short, dark hair, keeping his mouth to her chest.

  "Mmmm," he released the first nipple which had turned into a tight, long pink nub and placed a string of kisses across her chest to capture the second in his mouth. As his lips and tongue tortured her breasts, his hand reached its destination to settle between her legs.

  She tried to fight the sweet tremors rocking though her body as she braced herself up with her elbows behind her. "I hate to break it to you, but I have no handcuffs or toys or anything of that nature here."

  Laughing, Vince lifted his mouth from her breast and then plunged two fingers deep into her moist pussy. She closed her eyes and whimpered as he began stroking the inner wall of her throbbing core. "I think we can make an exception and have some plain old vanilla sex."

  Her breath became ragged as he slowly brought her to the summit. "There's a lot to be said about vanilla, Vince." Damn, he knew how to make her feel nothing short of amazing.

  "Mmhmm. I tend to agree."

  To her dismay, he slipped his fingers from her quivering core and repositioned himself over her, bracing a hand on either side of her head. "Please tell me you have condoms here," he murmured, ghosting his lips across hers.

  Falling back against the mattress, Lexie reached for the nightstand drawer as he pulled her lower lip into his mouth, sucking lightly. With the drawer open, she reached blindly in, her hand feeling around for a foil packet.

  "Vince," she sighed, hooking an arm around his neck and urging his mouth lower, needing to feel his tongue duelling with hers.

  Vince lowered himself onto her, taking care to brace most of his weight to keep from crushing her small frame underneath him. His cock slipped between her wet folds, teasing and enticing. Her hand searched more frantically and with a rush of excitement, she grabbed what she was searching for.

  "Put it on me," Vince ordered, pulling his lips from hers and then sitting back on his heels.

  Lexie took a deep breath in, attempting to calm her raging desires. Sitting up, she peered down at his rock hard cock; the shaft glistened with her juices and a drop of pre-cum sat at the top, begging her to lick it off. She couldn't resist herself; it was too enticing to ignore. Giving him a wicked smile, she lowered her mouth to his dick.

  Vince groaned and fisted her hair as her tongue lashed out and swiped the drop of cum from the tip. Grasping his cock at the base, she began to stroke him, in firm fluid motions while her tongue circled the underside of the head and teased the slit at the top.

  "Oh fuck, Lexie." His hips began to sway against her mouth, urging her to take him in further, anxious to sheath his length in her sweet mouth until the tip slammed into the back of her throat.

  Lexie took him in deeper, sucking hard as her mouth worked in time with her hand. The sexy sounds of raw pleasure coming from him spurred her on as she savoured the taste of her juices mixed with his cum that coated his cock.

  "Getting close, baby," he warned, his hands fisting her red locks and thrusting into her mouth in earnest now, becoming desperate to get off.

  Lexie's mouth immediately went slack and she pulled away from him. He groaned his displeasure, but released her hair. "Not yet," she chided, mimicking his denial of her orgasm from their previous time together.

  He half-groaned, half-laughed as he looked down at her, watching as she tore open the condom wrapper with her teeth and began to roll it on his impressive length. "Such a cruel woman," he teased, tracing the edge of her jaw with his fingertip.

  "You're teaching me well, Sir," she countered, laying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide for him. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him longingly.

  Vince lowered himself onto her, pressing the tip of his cock at her entrance but holding himself back from pushing in just yet. "I have so much to show you," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe and kissing his way along her jawline.

  So much to show me? Her excitement rose as she thought of the possibilities. Lexie wiggled under him, attempting to impale herself on his length. Fuck, she needed him. Hard. Fast. Now! "Please!" she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist and attempting to force him into her.

  "Since you asked so nicely..."

  Vince slammed into her hard, making her scream out against his lips as they came crashing down on hers. He pulled out and thrust again, rocking the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall. Holy fuck, so good! Her legs tightened around his waist as she surrendered to his lips and tongue.

  They began to move in harmony, her hips bucking up and meeting him with every thrust. While she loved the feeling of being bound and at his mercy, there was so much to be said for the feel of his hot flesh rubbing against hers as their bodies worked as one.

  Wave after wave of sweet pleasure rushed through her, leaving her panting and breathless, her stomach aching from her rising need to release. She quickly climbed the summit of her desires and her pussy clenched around his shaft as she found herself cresting the summit. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders, breaking the skin as she found herself toppling over the edge. Her cries were muffled by Vince's mouth that came crashing down on hers.

  Vince groaned against her lips as her juices covered his cock and seeped down her ass. "Wow… you feel so…good, baby," he murmured, pulling up so his lust-filled eyes could catch hers.

  He was not going to give her a moment to recuperate from her mind-blowing orgasm. The he
ad of his cock pressed and stroked her g-spot as he increased the speed of his thrusts hammering into her. The thump of the headboard grew louder and more frequent as he came closer.

  "I want to feel you coming with me."

  "Yes, Vince, yes!"

  Despite just having an orgasm, she was just minutes from being overtaken by another which was rapidly approaching. Closing her eyes, she bucked and writhed under him as he slammed fast and hard into her, his balls slapping against her drenched pussy.

  "Open your eyes," he ordered and she snapped them back open.

  She felt his cock and balls stiffen and his body began to tense. She kept her green eyes locked to his blue ones; she was so close, seconds away from basking in a second explosion.

  With a final rough thrust, Vince tensed as his cock throbbed within her and with a loud feral groan of relief; he came undone, spilling his seed within her. The feel of his warm cum pulsing within her was the final push to send her over the edge for a second time. She clung tight to him as her pussy tensed to the point of pain and then a rush of relief flooded over her. With a loud sigh of relief and feeling slightly light-headed, she relaxed under him.

  Vince stayed embedded within her a moment, before slowly pulling out and disposing of the condom.

  "So does this mean I'm forgiven?" Lexie teased, rolling over on her side and bracing her head up with one hand, watching as he tossed the used condom in the waste basket. He strolled back over to the bed and lay down next to her, mimicking her position while facing her.

  He gave her that devilishly sexy smirk he had greeted her with at the club the first time they met. Her pulse raced, making her long for him once more; he slowly shook his head. "Not by a long shot, woman."

  Lexie returned his grin, her mood lifting. She'd taken a chance with that article. She knew there would have been no way that he would speak with her after that night at the club, so the article was her one and only shot at getting his attention and hoping he'd simmer down enough to speak to her. What had just happened between them was above and beyond what she'd hoped to accomplish.

  "You've never been a sub before have you?" he asked, fingering a lock of her hair.

  "No." she admitted, slightly embarrassed. "I watched a lot of videos before going to the club, though."

  Laughing hard, Vince rolled over to his back and pulled her up onto him, her legs straddling his waist. She slid down to him, her body laying flush against his, her arms crossed over his chest with her chin sitting on top of them.

  She grinned. "That obvious, huh?"

  Still laughing, he nodded. "Yeah, it was." He gave her a wink. "It was actually a small part of the fun." His mood began to grow serious as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her eye. "Would you be open to allowing me to train you?"

  "I... well..."

  Seeing her hesitation, he continued. "We can have this too." He motioned to her snuggling up to him. "But I need that as well. Maybe even more than this."

  A million questions raced through her mind ranging from what kind of relationship had he had with the country singer; had it all been a front? What made him need to be in a dominant/submissive relationship? If there even was a reason... His badge had been a T5D, which meant he was into the pain aspect as well as the pleasure. That intimidated her immensely.

  Their gazes locked and she felt the intense connection between them, a connection she'd never felt with anyone before. There was so much she didn't know about him, so much she needed to learn. But wasn't that the case with all relationships?

  "So the dom/sub thing... That is only in the dungeon, correct?"

  He nodded. "Only there. Outside those walls, anything goes. Just like any other regular couple."

  She liked the sound of that. She'd enjoyed the night in the playroom, and was certainly open to more - anxious for more, even. "So to be clear, you're proposing taking me on dates, sending me flowers and all that sweet stuff as well, right?"

  Chuckling he nodded, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Yeah. Roses, candy, as much romance as your heart desires."

  Excitement coursed though her at the thought of being with a man like Vince Ansen. Never in a million years would she have envisioned she'd be here now, naked and straddling the gorgeous man she'd admired all through college while she considered his proposition to be his sub.

  "So what do you say?" he prompted, his eyes searching hers for an answer while running his hands down the length of her bare back, causing her to sigh softly as she indulged in the feel of him touching her.

  "I think that I am looking forward to spending much more time with you, Sir." She teased, giving him an intense look.

  The fire flared up within his blue eyes and his cock began to rise under her. Slipping a hand to the back of her head, he pulled her lips down to his. "You have no idea how much I was hoping you'd say that, Lexie," he murmured as he kissed her with a passion that took her breath away.

  She began to lose herself in him for the second time that morning. Lexie knew that for better or worse, her life had just gotten a hell of a lot more interesting.

  The End

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  Club Soria

  By Emilia Kincade

  CHAPTER ONE

  Bradley was cheating on me. I knew because I was staring at a message he had sent to me by mistake:

  I’m going to be late. Stuck in traffic. I’ve got champers. Did you bring the handcuffs? - Brad

  He had told me he was working late tonight, that he was stuck in a middle-management meeting. I didn’t know if middle-managers had meetings that ran until midnight, but I trusted him. How could I not? He was my boyfriend of five years.

  I sank into the sofa, and watched my phone, the shaking of my hand barely perceptible while I waited for the next message to come. What would he do? Would he try and cover it up? Would he simply not reply? Would he instead turn up at our flat, and say he had meant to surprise me all along?

  My bet was on the third option. Bradley was a good actor, a quick thinker, and deathly afraid of taking responsibility for himself. He would try to lie about it. I could just feel it in my gut, like a sixth sense.

  I thought I would be angrier. I honestly did. I had often times run through scenarios in my head. How would I react if I caught him cheating? Would I be furious, abandon all pretense of dignity and scream my head off at him? Would I give him ammo he could use as evidence for when he inevitably called me crazy or hysterical or unreasonable?

  Or would I take it cool, and simply pack my things without saying a word and get out, leaving him flummoxed and speechless, leaving him alone to mull over what he’d just lost? That would of course be the ideal way to do it. It scared me a little that I’d spent time considering this entire situation before. Had I been a suspicious person? Was I still distrusting?

  Truthfully, I never thought it would actually happen. It wasn’t just because I didn’t think Bradley had the guts, either. These musings were a product of my own insecurities. I knew that.

  But now that it was happening… now that I was faced with the reality that he had been cheating, that he was going somewhere to meet someone else where handcuffs were on the menu… and champagne. I tried to kid myself, tried to think of some insane reason why he would need them.

  I couldn’t, though.

  The flat became nauseating. The curtains I had picked, solid lime green, began to make me dizzy. The bowl of plastic fruit I had put out as a joke on the dining table because they scared him (he reads Steven King) were now actually frighte
ning. I stared at them, the sick yellow of a citrus finger fruit making my mouth water like I was just about to vomit. And they stared back, mocking, laughing. You bought us for him!

  The room turned sideways. The air-conditioner roared. I felt a thread of anger. I tried to tug on it, turn it into rage, but it was caught in my subconscious, tangled in amidst the rest of my feelings. I couldn’t get it out. I couldn’t take advantage of this roaring ball of energy. It was inextricable from my… disappointment.

  Turbulent thoughts broke on the cliffs of my confidence, eroding from the bottom up, caving in, threatening to send the whole bluff toppling.

  I took a deep breath. I knew what I would do: I would wait. I would wait to hear him out. If only so I could be so fucking certain of his guilt that I could leave and never look back without feeling any guilt of my own. Because I knew myself. I knew I’d find some way to blame myself.

  So I waited, and learned that I was right. I heard the keys in the lock not an hour later, tentative, afraid. The turn of the key, dawdling and pathetic as though I might actually be asleep, completed its clicking revolution, and the door opened. Within the white-painted wooden frame was Bradley. Sweat made the skin above his lip shine. His eyes were like a child’s when caught. His suit hung off his limp body like drapes.

  “I brought champagne,” he offered, the intonation in his voice making it clear to me that he was aware of the uselessness of his attempt. At least he had tried, I thought. At least he didn’t give in straight away, wilt beneath my accusing stare. “I can explain,” he said, and he set down his briefcase.

  I didn’t know what to say. But I did know that he had essentially just confirmed the worst of my suspicions. I wanted to hurl obscenities at him. I wanted to throw books at him. I wanted to be cruel, to put my finger into every open wound I knew lay in his psyche, every insecurity he had, every crack of weakness he harbored. I wanted to dig my nails in. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to suffer for what he’d done. And I wanted to see it, wanted to hear the pain in his voice, wanted to watch that all-too-common transformation from faux-indignation born of defensiveness to anger.