Club Alpha: BDSM Romance Boxed Set

by Amy Valenti

  "Look at yourself," J said.

  Amy was watching the whole time, but she was more focused on the rope than herself. Now that she looked at her body, Amy was surprised. The jute rubbed her skin, leaving it bright pink wherever it touched. The way J had bound Amy forced her body into a position that showed off all her best points. She actually looked, in a word, pretty.

  "Beautiful."

  J's voice interrupted Amy's thoughts. It wasn't often that she looked in the mirror and thought of the word "pretty," but beautiful? He must mean the rope. He couldn't mean her, right? Still, Amy couldn't deny the bulge that had grown in J's pants.

  "Now that you're all bound up, there are no decisions for you to make. Everything is up to me."

  Amy stared at J. Even under the ropes, her body tensed as if she was getting ready to run. She wanted to say something, to deliver some kind of witty retort, but no words came. Her head started to spin.

  She was a working woman. Amy took care of herself. No one told her what to do. But now, not being able to make decisions, it was frightening.

  Amy struggled against her bonds, testing them one last time. It was no use. J had tied them with no weak spots. She was scared, but not quite scared enough to make it all stop. Part of her wanted to keep going, to relax and let J have her body. Would that be so wrong?

  J, on the other hand, wasn't waiting for Amy to finish considering her options. He grabbed her and laid her over his lap. His hardness poked into her belly. Amy realized that her ass was exposed and there was nothing she could do about it.

  His hand rubbed against the curve of her bottom, kneading the flesh there. Then, suddenly he raised his hand into the air.

  "This is not a punishment," he said.

  In the next second, J's palm came down on Amy's ass with a loud crack. She jerked forward and let out a yelp. The tingling had just started to spread out over her skin when the next smack came. She closed her eyes tight.

  "No." J said. The next smack came down hard. While the others stung, this one hurt. Tears came to the edges of Amy's eyes.

  "That was a punishment," J said. "You have one duty today. And that's to keep your eyes open."

  Amy was a little shocked to hear the tone in J's voice. He'd been relatively gentle so far, but now she remembered who he was when she met him. The sort of man who could win a fight without breaking a sweat. The kind of man that crowds broke for. That was the man who had her tied up and helpless on his lap.

  Well, her eyes were open. He didn't need to ask twice.

  After that, the spanking continued. Amy watched as her ass grew bright pink each time his hand came down. At first, she didn't like it. The stinging wasn't pleasant. But then the stinging faded into the background.

  Amy's skin warmed, and the sudden pressure of J's hand was like a kiss. His fingers pressed into her flesh, giving her ass a good squeeze before rising into the air again. Before long, she was anticipating it, waiting for the sound of the smack and the way it made her whole body press forward against J's lap.

  So it shouldn't have been surprising to her that when J slipped his hands between her legs, she was already dripping with wetness. He showed it to her in the mirror, glistening underneath the artificial lighting. Amy wanted to look away, but she remembered that warning smack too clearly.

  J pressed his fingers together, sliding the wetness around. Once his fingers were coated, he pressed deep into Amy. This wasn't like the first time. There was no tiptoeing around it. No, this time J pushed his finger as far as it it would go.

  Amy let out a gasp. J's fingers were bigger, rougher than her own. The feeling was so sudden that she was surprised, but it wasn't unwelcome. She tried to move, press against him, but she couldn't. The ropes were holding her back.

  At first, she struggled, but then Amy relaxed. A thought came to her that startled her. There was nothing for her to do. Normally, she'd be focusing on what to do next: how to move her hand, how to flip her hair, what would be the most flattering position. But now, there was nothing to do. Nothing but to sit back and feel J's hands as they slipped in and out of her. And that, well… It was nice.

  He moved slowly. Amy felt every small detail as J's finger explored her. Her body opened up to him, letting him in deeper with each stroke. He added another finger, stretching her wider, and she moaned.

  J picked up the pace. His fingers moved faster and Amy's moans became louder. She watched him in the mirror. J focused on her body, a look of concentration on his face. But not just concentration. His eyes were lightly lidded and she could have sworn she heard him breathing heavily.

  Amy yelped. J had given her ass another smack before diving back in between her legs. He did this a couple times, until her bottom was pink and tingling again.

  Pleasure started to well up in her body. Amy grit her teeth as her muscles tightened. The warmth came up from deep inside of her and spread all over. She watched as her whole body was covered in a deep flush. Then it came over her like a wave crashing on the shore. Amy's toes curled and every part of her burned from J's touch.

  It wasn't until it was all over that she realized she had been holding her breath. She exhaled and collapsed on J's lap.

  Amy thought that was it. She thought the lesson was over and she could go home for the day. She would wobble into bed and go to sleep. But she was wrong.

  J took Amy off of his lap and sat her on the edge of bed. It was hard for her to balance with her legs bound, but J kept her steady. Then, slowly he kneeled in front of her until his head was directly between her thighs.

  Amy sucked in a breath and clenched her stomach. He wasn't really going to do that, was he? Now? Her body was still sensitive, tingling from the waves of pleasure she had felt. If he touched her again, it would be too much. Already, it was hard enough to concentrate with the feeling of his hot breath against her skin.

  J dragged his warm, wet, tongue over Amy slowly. Her whole body shuddered. It was excruciating. Her heart pounded in her chest and she wasn't sure what she wanted more; for him to stop, or keep going.

  He sucked at her, swirling his tongue around her most sensitive parts. Amy bent forward and let out a long, low moan. It was strange how her body felt now, like every nerve was calling out for him. It wasn't something she had ever felt before. Pleasure so intense that it was almost painful.

  J's tongue kept circling, and he pressed a finger into Amy as he sucked. That was all Amy could take. His hot mouth burned her body as she clenched underneath him. Amy's body took over, her mind going blank. It felt like all of her energy was flowing out, leaving her completely exhausted.

  When it was all over, she was in his arms.

  Chapter 14

  Amy was dressed, laying on the couch in his office, and had a cool towel laying on her forehead. Once she came to, Amy jerked forward. Her movements were too fast for her body, and her head spun. She fell backward.

  Strong hands held her.

  "Perhaps I over did it?"

  J looked down on Amy. She couldn't see anything, but she could still smell herself lingering on his lips and fingers. He pulled her up so that she could stand while leaning against him.

  "I'll have someone drive you home," he said.

  "No, no, I'm fine!" Amy said.

  She pushed herself away from J and started to walk towards the office door. As she did, she faltered and nearly fell. Before she could, J's arms were around her. His hands held onto her arms, and she could feel the tension of his grip.

  "You'll get in the car," J said, "or I'll bind you and take you myself."

  Amy glanced at J. It wasn't a joke. Instead of struggling again, she simply nodded.

  He picked her up and placed it back on the couch. After that, he called somebody on the phone, talking to them in urgent tones. It wasn't long before the same tall butler who led her in that morning was at the door. He didn't ask any questions. He just took Amy home.

  ***

  The flowers that J brought her lay on the table. Amy look
ed at him, but something was off. Was it the jeans? Was it the comfortable looking windbreaker that hung over the back of his chair?

  "What's the matter honey? I was hoping you'd like this restaurant. It is a special occasion after all," J said.

  Special occasion? Amy looked down. A mound of pasta was on her plate, the kind they serve at restaurants with free refills. When she looked up, J was holding her hand.

  "I have something to show you," he said.

  He pulled a box out of his pants. He opened up the blue velvet and revealed a small ring.

  "I was hoping you would do me the honor of being my-"

  Amy jerked awake. Sweat covered her body. She looked around. No, she wasn't in a restaurant. She was at home. Alone. Her heart was racing.

  Stupid dream! Amy vaguely remembered getting into the car J had ordered for her and stumbling out when she got home. He had even sent someone to drive her car back to her. And what did Amy do after that? Sleep.

  Amy fell back into the bed. She didn't even like dream J. He was strange. Weird. Too much like her old boyfriends. Is that what she wanted?

  Why would she even thinking about him like that? They'd never even kissed. She barely knew him. Hell, she didn't even know his whole name. Was it J? Where his parents odd?

  Still, she couldn't remember the last time anyone had made her feel that way. She wasn't even sure if she had ever felt that way before. Amy pushed the thought out of her mind. It didn't matter. Nothing was going to happen.

  She held her pillow tight.

  "That's right, don't get your hopes up," she whispered to herself.

  A few minutes later, she fell asleep.

  Chapter 15

  There were many things Amy wanted to say to J. Like, "Thank you for sending back my car," and, "I dreamed that you propose to me in a cheap Italian restaurant." But when she saw him, she didn't say anything. She wanted to laugh about her feelings, make them into a joke, but she couldn't.

  J didn't say anything either. He was silent as he put on her collar and undressed her. The air in the room felt uncomfortable, full of tension. But what did he have to be tense about?

  He moved mechanically, preparing things with about as much emotion as if he was cleaning dishes.

  J pulled out the long silk cloth he had used just a few days earlier. Instead of wrapping it around Amy's wrists, he used it to cover her eyes. Once she was plunged into darkness, Amy listened as J rummaged in the room. His footsteps moved far away from her, and then came back. When they stopped, she could hear him breathing behind her.

  The feeling of the rope binding around his skin was different when she couldn't see. Looking at it was more frightening. How many times has she seen images of kidnapped people bound up with rope? But feeling it was another thing entirely. The fibers of it pressed into her skin, not scratchy, but rough enough to stay put. J bound Amy's arms behind her back, her fingers interlaced with one another.

  Then there was something new. Something hard pressed her legs apart. J tied her ankles to it so that she couldn't close her legs if she tried. Next, Amy heard the rope wrapped around something else, but she wasn't sure what it was. It wasn't until something pulled her wrists up into the air that she figured it out.

  It was one of those hooks on the ceiling. It must have been. The way Amy's arms were pulled forced her to bend over. Her head dropped forward and her ass stuck out behind. She was completely vulnerable.

  There was only silence. She couldn't hear J at all. Not his breath. Not his footsteps. Amy's whole body strained to sense something, anything.

  For a long time, nothing came. Amy wondered if she was in the room alone, if J had left her there hanging by herself. Even if he had, it wasn't unpleasant. Her body stretched out over time, getting used to this new position.

  She heard what happened next before she felt it. The leather rustled against each other, moving as J pressed it against her skin. What was it? A paddle? The leather was so smooth that it simply slid over her like silk.

  J trailed it down Amy's spine, all the way from the base of her neck to her bottom. He paused there, rubbing the paddle against her flesh, and then lifted away. Amy expected the leather to come back down hard, stinging her skin, but it didn't. Instead it appeared at her thigh, running down her leg. Then J circled it around her nipples until they were hard and sticking up into the cool air.

  Amy waited. She kept quiet so that she could listen. Something was coming, she was sure of it. And she was right.

  After J had run the leather over every part of her body, he came back to her ass. He pulled the paddle up into the air and then let it down hard. It didn't feel like his hand. His skin wasn't tanned and hard like the leather. Amy expected it to hurt, and it did.

  Still, she kept quiet. The paddle hit her bottom over and over again. J didn't let Amy recover. His blows just kept coming, leaving her bottom stinging. It wasn't until the leather came down on Amy's ass hard enough to jolt her forward and make her yell that he stopped.

  J touched the aching skin. His hands felt burning hot air as he spread her legs even farther apart. Amy winced. What was he going to do now?

  It wasn't long before she found out. She heard the crumpling of a package. Was that a condom? Amy thought she must have been hearing things. But then J's dick pressed against her. J didn't enter, he just waited there.

  Amy's mind flashed back to their second session together. She remembered how difficult it had been for her, and how she almost choked. Would she be able to handle it now?

  It was clear that J didn't intend to move an inch. Even though he was hard, he didn't press against Amy any further. She had to make the choice. He would make her beg for it.

  Amy wanted him to keep going. She didn't want to have to admit her desires. All he had to do was slip a little further and she wouldn't have to say a thing. But he knew that. He wanted her to beg.

  Well, she wasn't going to give him that. Amy tried to ignore the feeling of J's dick between her legs. She focused on her breathing, the chill on her skin, anything else.

  J must have noticed, because he started to slide against her. As he moved, he pressed her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through Amy's body. She bit her lip. He grabbed onto her breasts, rolling her pert nipples between his fingers. That was something she hadn't planned for. Then J pulled Amy back until her ass pressed against him. It was too much to take.

  "Please," she said quietly.

  "What's that?" he asked. "I couldn't hear you."

  He pinched Amy's nipples harder, making her whimper.

  "Please," she said louder.

  "Please who?"

  "Master. Please Master."

  J pulled away from Amy for a second, backing up so that he could plunge deep inside of her. She yelled. The size of him spread her open, almost too much for her to handle. Still, he was able to slide all the way in on the very first try.

  They stayed there like that for a moment. Amy gasped, catching her breath. Slowly, her body got used to him. It stretched, making room where she couldn't imagine there being any. Once Amy's breathing had calmed down, J started again.

  She wasn't normally this kind of girl. She wouldn't normally be tied up and blindfolded while someone fucked her from behind. That's what Amy told herself. But still, there she was. J grunted as his thrusts shook her body, and she liked it. There was nothing else for Amy to concentrate on but that feeling, and she loved it.

  Amy didn't bother to try and stop the moans that fell from her lips. She didn't try and stop anything. She was just along for the ride.

  Soon, Amy tightened around J, squeezing him tight. He still managed to pound into her. It wasn't until she was shaking, her knees buckling beneath her, that he stopped. He waited until she stopped shivering, and then slipped out.

  The ropes came off easily. J picked Amy up in his arms and laid her on the bed. He was going to leave her there to rest, but her hand shot out and held his. He could have stood up, but instead he sat beside her.

 
Amy was tired. She felt drowsy, half drunk and half asleep. Her body was warm, the space between her legs was still slick and wet. Vaguely, she knew that J was watching her.

  The mattress shifted and Amy opened her eyes to see J laying down beside her. His eyes seemed to search her face, looking for something. Like what? She smiled, not sure what else to do.

  J reached out his hand and ran it through Amy's hair. His touch was soft, gentle. Amy's shivered as he drew his fingers across her cheek and down the back of her neck. Then he pulled her towards him.

  That was enough to pull Amy out of her sleep. Their lips pressed against each other. J's tongue pushed into Amy's mouth, and for the first time she realized that she was kissing him. Wasn't that backward, after all the things they had done together? Weren't relationships supposed to start with holding hands and kissing, not bondage in a sex club?

  Whatever. Amy didn't care. Who said that things needed to be like that, anyway?

  Amy pressed back against J while her hands roamed over his body. He was still clothed. It was crazy that he was in bed, fully dressed as if he was going to an office meeting. Amy tore off his shirt and jacket.

  J broke their kiss to tug at his belt, but Amy stopped him. It was her turn to do the disrobing now. She pulled off his hands and freed his dick before throwing the clothes to the ground. As soon as Amy was done, J's lips were on hers again.

  Their bodies pressed against one another until Amy couldn't tell what was hers and what wasn't. She only knew that she wanted him as close as possible. Her arms wrapped around him, bringing him nearer.

  J's hardness pressed between Amy's legs again. This time, he slowly slipped inside, filling her up gently. Once he was all the way in, Amy's mouth dropped open. J smothered her moan, Covering it up with his lips.

  He broke their kiss again. This time, it was to scatter kisses across Amy's face. He trailed them down the forehead to the tip of her nose. Each cheek got its own, and so did her chin. J was breathing heavily, even though he was moving so slowly that he shouldn't have been tired.