Club Alpha: BDSM Romance Boxed Set

by Amy Valenti

  Amy gave a sigh. No, instead of feeling relieved she was… disappointed. She wanted to finish what she started. She clutched her knees to her chest and turned on her side. Amy wanted to feel J shudder under her. She wanted to control him.

  A moment later, the door opened. J appeared behind the door with something in his hand. As he closed the door behind him, Amy realized what it was.

  "I brought you some tea," he said, "chamomile."

  Amy laughed a little. What kind of sex club has chamomile tea? But then she remembered, it wasn't just a sex club. It was J's home.

  "What's so funny?" he asked.

  Amy smiled. "Nothing."

  She took the surprisingly delicate cup from his hands and drank the tea. The warm water was soothing on her raw throat. The whole time, J stared at her. Before, he was all business, but now Amy could see warmth in his eyes.

  As soon as he realized she was looking at him, the same coldness as before came back. His muscles tightened and Amy remembered the feelings she had had while he was gone. Amy sat up and pushed the blanket off of herself.

  She reached for his belt buckle. J grabbed Amy's hand.

  "What are you doing?" J asked.

  He knew what she was doing. He had to. Amy's ears burned. Did she have to say it?

  "I want to keep going," Amy said.

  She started to unzip his pants, but he stopped her again.

  "Then ask me," he said.

  Amy looked up at J. He wasn't joking. She took a deep breath.

  "Can we keep going?" she asked.

  "No, ask me directly. Tell me exactly what you want to do," J said. His grip on her hand tightened.

  Amy swallowed and curled her hands into fists. Then she spoke slowly.

  "May I suck your dick, Master?"

  J released her hand. "Yes, you may."

  Now that she was actually doing it, Amy felt hesitant. Her hands shook as she pulled down his zipper and freed J's hard dick from his pants. With it in front of her face, she remembered how difficult it was the first time, but there was no going back now.

  Amy opened her mouth and slipped it over the head of J's dick. Now the taste of the chamomile tea mixed with the saltiness of his skin. He swelled a little more in her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat.

  At first, Amy tried to go slow, but even at that pace it was difficult. She could barely wrap her lips all the way around. It was just too hard. Why was she even trying?

  But then she had an idea. Amy brought her hands up and wrapped them around the base of J's dick, holding tight. That gave her enough room to breathe. Amy bobbed her head up and down, covering the whole length of him in her saliva.

  As she sucked at him, J groaned. That was enough to put her at ease. She could do this.

  Amy picked up the pace. Her head and hands moved in sync, slipping and sliding over the entire length of J's cock. She lapped at it like she was hungry. She was hungry. To make him feel what she felt. To show him that he wasn't the only one who could control people's emotions.

  J hardened even more, swelling in Amy's hands. She knew that it would be over soon, so she moved even faster. Amy's tongue swirled around the head of J's dick. She teased it, flicking her tongue back and forth while her hands circled around him.

  Then it came. Hot and sticky, J gushed into Amy's mouth. Even as it slid down her throat, Amy wondered what she was doing. She wasn't the type to swallow, but this time was different. It wasn't like those guys who left her to clean up after herself. She wanted to make sure not even a drop was spilled.

  So Amy sucked until J's cock stopped twitching in her mouth and nothing was left. She would have kept going, but he pulled away from her gently. J reached out to touch Amy's face. He rubbed his thumb over her lip and then pressed it into her mouth. She licked away The stray drop that she had missed.

  "Good job," he said.

  The words sent a tingle down Amy's spine. She wasn't expecting it to feel so good, but Amy smiled at J's praise.

  Without another word, J began to dress Amy again. Slowly, he pulls her shirt on and buttoned it up. By the time he pulled on her blazer, Amy was breathing lightly. She hadn't realized it before, but she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time.

  "Sit," J said and gestured to the chair.

  He leaned against his desk again. Amy couldn't help but notice that he was still hard underneath his pants.

  "Normally I wouldn't want you to get to that point," J said. "My job is to keep you just on the edge between pleasure and pain. It's not easy. But today I wanted to test your limits."

  J looked deep into Amy's eyes. "I wanted to see if you were strong enough to know when you had to stop."

  He turned to look away from her for a moment.

  "You surprised me. You are stronger than I thought," he said. His voice was quiet. "I didn't even think you would show up today."

  Amy grit her teeth. Is that what he thought of her? She would teach him to underestimate her. Amy opened her mouth.

  "I have something for you," J said before Amy could speak.

  He reached into a door in his desk and pulled something out. It looked like a thin strap of leather lined with lace.

  "It's a collar," J said. "I chose this one because it seemed perfect for a beginner."

  The collar had a metal pendant hanging from it. The letters engraved on it spelled out "Property of Master J."

  J took the collar and walked toward Amy. He came close enough to her that her breasts crushed against against his chest. J's arms reached around her neck and he fastened the collar behind her.

  His lips grazed her ear as he bent down to whisper into it. "So, is it comfortable?"

  A shiver went down Amy's spine. Even after everything she had just done, the way that he was touching her seemed so intimate. She tried not to jerk away.

  J lingered near Amy's neck. His shirt slid a little and revealed a patch of skin by his shoulder.As soon as she saw it, Amy wanted to bring her lips to that small of a hollow by his neck, but she stopped herself.

  "Okay," she said, "so this shows that I'm your sub. What assurance do I get? What shows that you're my Dom?"

  J pulled back from Amy. The smiling and joking was gone from his face. He was serious.

  "If you need me," he said, "for anything, I will come. That's my job."

  The words struck Amy. She had no reason to believe him, but she did. Her chest tightened and she looked away from him.

  "Is that enough for you?" J asked.

  Chapter 12

  Amy plopped onto her couch. It had only taken her five minutes after she got home to strip off her clothes, slip into some PJs, and snuggle up in front of the TV. Her body was aching, and she just wanted to veg out for a while.

  She flipped on the TV and started to scan through her saved shows, but nothing seemed good. Amy's mind was still on everything that happened that day. The collar was on the table in front of her, and she picked it up.

  "Property of Master J," huh? Yeah, right. She wasn't the property of anyone. And what was it that he said, that he'd be there if she needed him? As if. Amy'd had boyfriends for years that she couldn't count on. Sure, they'd buy her rings and jewelry, but it was easier to spend money than be emotionally available.

  Amy dropped the collar back on the table. As soon as she did, she heard a knock from the door. Amy got up and looked through the peephole.

  On the other side was Robin, her hands full of stuff and a huge grin on her face. What was she doing there? Oh well, Amy couldn't just leave her outside. She opened the door.

  "Took you long enough," Robin said. "I almost thought you weren't going open the door. I brought beer and pizza!"

  Amy's living room filled with the greasy smell of Robin's gifts. She dropped the pizza box on the table, pushing Amy's collar to the floor. Robin reached down to pick it up.

  "Sorry about that, I wasn't looking-" Robin paused as she realized what she was holding. "Wha-what's this?"

  "Oh it's-"
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  "Hold on, this has to do with The Sanctuary, doesn't it? I'm going to need to get comfortable for this."

  Robin quickly opened two beers, shoved one in the direction of Amy, and settled into the couch.

  "Okay, okay, tell me everything!" Robin said.

  At first, Amy was hesitant, but as the words came out she felt relief. It wasn't just a secret she was keeping to herself, or even some kind of weird kinky daydream. It was real, even if a bit crazy.

  When she got to the meat of her lesson that day, Amy couldn't even look at Robin. She stared at a blank corner of the wall while her cheeks burned red. When it was all done, Amy took two huge swigs of beer and shoved a slice of pizza in her face.

  Robin just sat there, speechless.

  After a while, Amy couldn't stand it.

  "Well, what do you think?" she asked.

  "It sounds … well, it sounds crazy," Robin said. She had also brought a bag of chips, and she grabbed a handful.

  "No shit."

  "Okay, let me get a few things straight. So he says that you're his sub. What does that mean? Are you like, his girlfriend?"

  Amy choked a little bit on her beer. "No, no! It just means he's going to show me about BDSM during this trial thingy."

  "And he doesn't hurt you?"

  "Nope," Amy shook her head.

  "He's not pressuring you to do anything?"

  "Uh-uh."

  Robin threw up her hands and laughed. She leaned back into the couch and took another swig from her bottle.

  "Then keep going!" she said.

  Amy's mouth fell open.

  "What?" Robin said, laughing. "Honestly, I'm jealous. It's research for an article, isn't it? That's the best excuse I've ever heard of for getting to spend some intimate time with a hot guy!"

  "Hmm…" Amy ran a hand through her hair and shuffled her feet beneath her.

  "Come on! Stop worrying about it. I'm in the mood for some junky reality TV!"

  Robin took control of the remote and started to flip through the channels. Amy barely paid attention. Should she keep going? It made sense. Why not see it all the way to the end? It was a new experience, after all.

  Amy would keep an open mind. But what about her heart? Should she open that too?

  Chapter 13

  The next morning, Amy slowed her car before she drove up to the front of The Sanctuary. She took a deep breath.

  "Keep an open mind," she said to herself. She nodded, remembering Robin's advice.

  Then she added something underneath her breath right before driving up to the valet. "But not an open heart."

  Amy stepped out of the car and walked inside. She gave her coat to Mr. Farrow, who never seemed to stop being amused at her appearance.

  "Are you ready for the day?" he asked.

  A chill ran down Amy's spine. Why did he ask? Was there something she should know about?

  "Yes," Amy said. Then more quietly, she added. "I think."

  Mr. Farrow smiled. "That's good. Master J seems very pleased by your visits."

  Amy didn't have time to question what he meant. Another new servant came to lead her inside.

  "Oh, you don't have to do that," Amy said. "I know the way to the office now."

  The servant leading her was taller than the last. He was so skinny that Amy was sure she couldn't fit into his clothes. He turned around and gave her a puzzled look.

  "Master J's office? Oh no, that's not where we're headed," he said.

  Amy faltered a bit, stumbling.

  "Are you all right Miss Cryan?"

  "Yes, I just. Tripped. That's all."

  The place where he led Amy wasn't familiar. He left her at another set of imposing doors, which seemed to be the only sort of doors that existed in this place. Instead of pushing them open for her, he gave a few quick taps and then quickly left in the other direction.

  "W-wait!" Amy yelled after him.

  "Go inside," the man called back. "He's waiting for you."

  Before long, the servant had disappeared down one of the many hallways in the big mansion. Amy was alone. She turned to face the door and placed her hands on the cold metal of the handle. She squared her shoulders and raised her head. She could do this. Open mind.

  Amy pushed the door open and was surprised at what she saw. J's office was relatively tame. It looked like any other home office. Well, any other home office of someone who was insanely rich and didn't work in his PJs all day. This place definitely wasn't an office.

  It wasn't that it looked that strange at first. The room was as tasteful as his office, filled with heavy wooden furniture that gleamed from polish. There seemed to be several cabinets, filled with things that Amy couldn't imagine. No, the strangeness came from the hooks placed in very strange arrangements on the walls, the floor, and the ceiling. What in the world were they for?

  Of course, there was also the large, four post bed sitting on one side of the room. Was this J's bedroom? No, it felt very different from that.

  Just as she thought of him, J appeared from behind a door that seemed to lead to a storage room. He carried a bundle of rope in his hand.

  "Hello Miss Cryan," he said.

  "Where are we?" Amy asked.

  "This is where you'll be having your next two lessons."

  "And what are you planning to do with that?" Amy said and pointed at the rope.

  J bounced the material in his hand and smiled at her.

  "I see you're a very curious lady," he said. "I was just about to show you. After you're properly dressed, of course. Where is your collar?"

  Amy pulled the leather band out from her pocket and started to fasten it around her own neck. J's hand shot out and held her wrist.

  "That isn't for you to do," he said. "I'm the only one who can do that for you."

  For a moment, J's hand wrapped around Amy's as he pulled the collar away from her. His fingers interlaced with hers, and then they were gone.

  "Here," J said. He fastened the collar onto Amy's neck.

  Then, without skipping a beat, he unbuttoned her clothes just as he did before. Only this time, he didn't stop with her shirt. J pulled Amy's pants down, leaving her in her underwear. Even that didn't last long.

  As J unhooked her bra, Amy's thoughts screamed inside of her mind. Was she really going to let him do this? Is this what she meant by an open mind?

  The lace fabric fell to the ground. Next, J hooked his thumbs in the waist of her panties. Slowly, he pulled them down, while Amy fought the urge to cover herself with her hands. She clenched her fingers together. When he was all done, J tossed the cloth aside.

  "There we are," he said.

  Amy was totally exposed. It wasn't cold, but she shivered. Amy felt her heart racing. What exactly was going to happen next?

  J took Amy's hand and brought her over to the bed that she had noticed earlier. He sat down on it, bouncing a little as if they were best friends and this was simply a sleepover. When she hesitated to sit beside him, J's demeanor changed.

  "Sit," he commanded.

  Amy did. J held the rope she had seen earlier. He unraveled it and ran his hands over the length of the light brown material.

  "This is called jute," he said.

  J took Amy's hand and made her touch the rope. It felt slightly rough under her fingers, and smelled distinctly grassy. It also left a slight oily feel on her fingertips.

  "I treated the rope in preparation for our session today," J said. "It should be softer now, but there might be a little bit of oil left over."

  Amy almost didn't want to ask, but she had to. "What are you going to do with the rope?"

  J looked at her and smiled that smile of his. The same one that persuaded her to sign the contract. The same one that got her into all this mess.

  "I'm going to tie you up, of course."

  The bottom dropped out from Amy's stomach. Already, she started to sweat.

  "You said you would trust me, didn't you?" J asked.

  Amy nodded her hea
d slowly, regretting her words.

  "Did you choose a safe word? It was part of the contract."

  Oh shit. Amy had completely forgotten. She chose a word at random.

  "Of course I did. It's pamplemousse," Amy said. As soon as the words left her mouth, she cringed. Pamplemousse? Where the hell did that come from?

  If J thought that was strange, he was polite enough to hide it.

  "Then let's begin," he said.

  He stood up and walked over to a wall that was covered in curtains. As he pulled them back, Amy realized that there were windows behind them, but mirrors.They lined the entire wall, so that you can see anything that was happening in the room.

  J came back to her and picked up the jute, stretching it between his hands.

  "I want you to see everything that happens today. Don't take your eyes off the mirror," he said.

  Then it started. J made Amy put her hands behind her back, one flat on top of the other. He wrapped the rope around her wrists, and she felt the grain of it press into her skin. It was, surprisingly, not unpleasant.

  Amy watched as J pulled the rope over her shoulder and back around. She felt like she was watching a man at work. His head was down and a look of concentration came over his face. J's fingers moved without a single misstep. He worked so smoothly that it almost seemed that she was being tied up by magic.

  It wasn't until Amy's arms were completely immobilized that the spell broke. She looked at herself in the mirror. The rope criss-crossed over her chest, squeezing her breasts and making them look larger than normal. Amy blushed when she realized her nipples were already hard. J ran his hands over them, pinching them between his fingers, and she squirmed under his touch. But there was nothing she could do.

  When he saw her struggle, J grinned.

  "Perfect," he said. "Now for the next part."

  Before she could question it, J picked Amy up in his arms and placed her on the bed. He spread her legs wide and Amy jerked backward. She couldn't do much with her arms, but she was prepared to kick.

  "Don't worry, whatever it is you're thinking, that's not what I have in mind," J said. Then, he added in a voice so low that Amy could barely hear him. "At least not today."

  J took Amy's ankle and tied a bit of rope around it. He pushed her legs to her thigh and started to wrap the two together. Even faster than he had tied up her arms, J managed to bind Amy's legs. She couldn't move, even though the restraints weren't tight enough to hurt. They were just tight enough to remind her that she was trapped.