Club Alpha: BDSM Romance Boxed Set

by Amy Valenti

  J slipped his fingers out of Amy. Instinctively, she opened her mouth.

  He laughed. "So I don't even have to tell you, do I?"

  Amy's lips closed around his fingers. She tasted herself on them, but she also tasted the sweat on J's skin. She also noticed something else. Was he wearing a ring?

  As J pulled his fingers away, Amy saw it. A silver band on his finger that read, "Hers." She couldn't believe her eyes. That couldn't mean what she thought it did, could it? Maybe she had read it wrong.

  She didn't get to read it again, because J was quickly changing her position. He lowered the chair, raising her legs and bending them at the knee. In a few fluid movements, J unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and slipped a condom on. Then, just like that, he was inside of her.

  Amy sucked in a breath and knitted her brow. She was already so close, and now her body strained, stretching around J's dick. It only took a few thrusts to take her over the edge. The tightness in her body exploded, her muscles tensing and warm pleasure rushing over her.

  She wanted to cling on to him, wrap J in her arms, but she couldn't. The only thing Amy could do was scream. So she did. The sound echoed on the club walls. Even the crowd hushed under the sound of her screams. Amy wasn't quiet until her body relaxed again.

  But J was still going. Amy had expected him to stop, to slip out and end the scene, but he didn't. Instead, it felt as if he pounded even harder.

  "Give me another," he growled.

  Normally, Amy would have been too tired. She would have pushed him away and gone off to sleep. But not this time.

  The tone of J's voice made another coil of desire wind up in Amy. She concentrated on the feeling, noticing every single inch of J's dick as it slid in and out. Her body opened up around him, letting him push deeper. J didn't waste the opportunity. He thrust in until he was completely buried in her.

  It came faster and harder this time. Amy wanted to slow it down, but she couldn't control it. The feelings overwhelmed her. She was hot, her skin burning, but still aching to be touched. Her body tensed, squeezing J inside of her.

  Unlike before, Amy couldn't relax. Her arousal was so intense that it was almost painful. She wasn't in control anymore. Her mind focused only on simple sensations.

  "Again," J said.

  This time, his words were enough. A level of pleasure that Amy had never experienced before took over her body. She panted, exhausted as she struggled in the bindings. Her energy was almost gone.

  Now J slipped out. He grabbed a bottle of lube and poured it over Amy. Using his fingers, he smeared it between her legs. When she felt his fingers slip down to her ass, Amy jumped.

  "I never answered your question," J whispered. "The answer is that I am your Dom, and you are my sub."

  Amy's stomach dropped. She felt like she was flying high and then suddenly she was crashing. After everything, that's what he had to tell her?

  She jerked out of her thoughts when J's finger slipped in behind her. Just what was he planning on doing?

  J started to speak to her again, distracting Amy from the feeling. He spoke slowly and deliberately.

  "You're my only sub," he said. " Now. In the future. And hopefully always. "

  Tears rolled down Amy's cheeks. That was it, that was exactly what she wanted to hear. Maybe someone else would have wanted to hear, "I love you." Could J even say that? Maybe some time far off in the future. But right now, this was enough for Amy. More than enough.

  Suddenly, J's finger was gone and replaced by the tip of his cock resting against Amy's ass.

  "Hold on," he said.

  J started to press into Amy, slowly. It was tight, even tighter than when he had entered her before. She winced as he entered and filled her completely. It seemed to take forever for him to work all the way in. Once J was there, he rested, letting her get used to the fullness she felt. He kissed her neck again, teasing the sensitive spot he had left before.

  When Amy had relaxed a little more, J started to pull back. He worked his way up to slow strokes and then paused. He rubbed Amy's clit, drenching himself in her wetness.

  "One last time," J said.

  Amy didn't think she had any energy left to give him, but as J slowly worked himself in and out of her, she felt the same familiar pull towards him. It seemed that no matter what happened, her body wanted more.

  Together, they slowly built up the tension. Amy could feel it in J's body. His muscles were taut, straining to hold on. Feeling that, knowing that it was because of her, only made the slow ramp up even more amazing.

  Finally, it seems like everything happened at once. Amy's body exploded with the last scrap of energy it had. She felt like she could have torn out of her bondage. J groaned. His dick swelled and he fell forward onto Amy. He held her, and shaking in each other's arms, they rode out the wave.

  Chapter 21

  There was no time for sleep. Amy had barely been able to walk after the scene, but now that she was home she had all the energy in the world. She had to get the words out before she lost them.

  Amy didn't even bother to change. She still wore the skimpy lace outfit that J had dressed her in earlier in the evening. It didn't matter.

  She opened her laptop and as soon as it powered on, Amy started to type. It wasn't the article she had expected to write when this all started. No, she was going tear The Sanctuary apart. But now she knew better. Especially after tonight.

  Amy's fingers didn't stop moving as the words flowed out of her.

  The Sanctuary. You've probably seen it, heard about it, or maybe you've even been inside it. The town knows it as the creepy mansion housing a twisted, dark, sexual BDSM club full of deviants. Is this the truth? Not quite...

  It was already sunlight by the time Amy stopped typing. Her eyes were red and dry, but she still wasn't done. She couldn't wait until Monday. No, someone had to see this now!

  Amy emailed the article to the weekend editor and then waited. She was anxious, refreshing her mailbox every few minutes, hoping to see the little notification window say, "You've Got Mail."

  ***

  When Amy woke up again, it was afternoon. Her finger was still on the keyboard, ready to refresh her mail again. Had she really fallen asleep like this?

  She stretched, about to stand up and go to bed when she saw it. One new email.

  Amy, this is wonderful! I have just a few questions that I'll talk to you about on Monday, but we'll run the article online for the weekend. I'm going to run this by the head editor. Maybe we can get this on the front page for Monday!

  Amy jumped out of her chair.

  "Yes!" she yelled and pumped her fist in the air.

  Finally. Her job was safe. It was a great feeling, but that wasn't the most important thing she got out of this experience. Amy calmed down again when she saw there was a little bit more to the email.

  Oh, and by the way. This is clearly above and beyond. We'll talk about moving you to a position you deserve.

  A promotion? Was he talking about a promotion?! Amy could barely contain herself. She danced around the room, with a grin so wide that it hurt.

  Amy grabbed her phone. She had to share this with someone! Her fingers were already primed to dial in Robin's number, but then she paused. There was someone else Amy needed to share this with.

  Chapter 22

  He owns a laptop?

  It was a silly thought. Of course J owned a laptop. He was rich, not a Luddite. But still, it was strange to see him reading her article with a computer open in front of him. Amy watched for any kind of reactions, but didn't find any. Did he like it? Did he hate it?

  J closed the lid of his laptop with a snap and pushed it off to the side of his desk. He turned toward Amy. It took everything she had not to start questioning him.

  He stood up and came to the other side of the desk, leaning against the wood. His face was blank, and Amy started to worry. She twiddled her fingers. What was he going to say?

  "It's good," J said.
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  Amy blinked. Had she heard right?

  A grin broke out on J's face. "It's the best article I've read about The Sanctuary. It seems like you learned something. I wonder how…"

  Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, J's grin was gone. He pulled a long strip of silk out of his pocket and pulled it tight between his fists. J walked around Amy and covered her eyes.

  "So then," he said in a low voice, "shall we continue?"

  Amy nodded.

  "Yes, Master J."

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  At The Billionaire’s Command

  Juliette Jaye

  Sophie hadn’t had the easiest start to life. Her mother did her best after her father walked out on them when Sophie was three, but life as a single mother had been difficult. She worked two jobs to make ends meet, and knew that she hadn’t been there for Sophie as often as she would have liked. Still, despite her mother wishing she could have been there more often, Sophie hadn’t been a bad kid. She didn’t hang out with the wrong crowd, but she wasn’t an A student either. Quite simply put, she was an average, small-town girl who expected to live an average, small-town girl’s life. She got good enough grades, and when she graduated from high school got a job as a waitress at the local diner along the highway. She made ends meet, and figured she’d be there for a good chunk of her life.

  When she was twenty one years old, however, everything changed. Sophie saved up every cent she’d earned at her job working at the diner and took a three day trip to New York City. Sophie discovered there was a whole wide world outside of her small town, and she wanted to be a part of it. She had never experienced anything like it. She went to Times Square, the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty and walked along Broadway and saw the bull on Wall Street. The lights of the city, the energy of the city absolutely amazed her. When she got back home, Sophie immediately applied for student loans and began attending her state college the following semester. Suddenly, Sophie had a goal in life. She worked like a maniac, juggling two jobs and full time studies to make ends meet. She was going to be a city girl. She was going to move to New York City.

  Sophie had been impressed by the tall, glass towers and the women in their high heels and business suits who walked around with the confidence Sophie had ever felt she had. She wasn’t at the top of her class, but Sophie was very easily one of the better students in her program. She wasn’t the smartest person in her class, but she worked extremely hard, moving her hours down to part time at the diner and attending classes year round. She would study on her breaks at the diner and spend most of her free time in the college library. Her marks were good enough that when Sophie applied to every single internship she could find in New York City, she got three interviews. And one of the companies, Carey and Ulhman, one of the largest investment banks on Wall Street, gave her the job. Sophie had been ecstatic when she got the phone call congratulating her. When she got the news, she jumped around her apartment like a madwoman. It was hands down the most exciting day of her life. She began packing immediately. Her mom and her both cried as she boarded the plane to the city, her mother pinching Sophie’s cheek and telling her how proud she was, and as they arrived at JFK Airport late at night, the lights of the city shining bright, Sophie knew this was where she belonged. This was where she was going to start her new life.

  Now Sophie was starting her new job, her first day working in New York City, as an intern. Oh my God, I can’t even tell if I’m
more nervous or excited she thought to herself as she pushed through the revolving glass doors of the forty story building. Everything was so fast-paced in New York, Sophie felt as though if she stopped to look around she’d be run over. Men and women, all in suits, hustled around her, their lives completely focused on themselves, their phones and the piles of papers they carried. No one paid Sophie any attention as she slowly walked through the building’s lobby, never having seen anything like this. There are more people in this building right now than live in my hometown she thought. Sophie smoothed down the skirt of her new suit, which she’d bought the other day with one of her credit cards, hoping to make a good impression. After all, she had to look the part. She had never needed to wear a suit in her life before, but now she was a city girl. Sophie took a breath and went up to her new job.

  For the next four hours, Sophie started learning everything she had to know about interning at Carey and Ulhmann. By the time lunch rolled around, her head spun with instructions and figures. She worked on one of the trading floors, and while she’d learned all about how fast paced and demanding the jobs can be when she was in class learning about derivatives, hedge funds and all of those related financial terms, it was nothing compared to the pressure of working in the environment for real. No wonder all the traders always seem so stressed she thought to herself.

  Her coworkers had mostly been nice. Sophie only thought mostly because of her encounter with one woman, Ellie. Ellie had gone to Harvard or Stanford or one of those places, on her family’s dime, and thought she was so much better than the other interns. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair and a perfect body which she flaunted to all of the trader men, who had definitely noticed. She looked down on Sophie, announcing to her that she didn’t have to worry, Ellie would soon climb her way up the ladder here at the company, and that soon Sophie would be considered pretty, compared to everyone else on the floor at least. Well, every office needs to have a total bitch, I guess Sophie thought.