Taming the Alpha

by Mandy M. Roth

  I shook my head, flushing deeply. I knew that I came across as a femme fatale while working, but I was really anything but. The deep desires that Adam had satisfied the night before had been a surprise even to myself, and were certainly things that I’d never done before.

  Oh, but how I was longing to do them again.

  “Would you like to be?”

  Slowly, I considered, the idea taking root and growing until desire spread over my entire body and had my knees shaking under the table.

  As if my body was caught in a vat of viscous, sweet honey I nodded, my movements slow but in no way hesitant.

  Adam moved his chair, shuffling it beside my own so that we were facing in the same direction.

  “Would you like to be with that man over there?” He gestured to the man that I had randomly picked to focus on a moment earlier. “That man and me?”

  The thought would never have crossed my mind on my own, but now that it had been offered, served up in front of me in much the same manner as our dinner had been, I found the desire unfurling deep inside, curling up and around until it bloomed into a need that made me ache. I studied the other man, who was seemingly engrossed in his dinner and paid us no mind.

  He was large. Almost ridiculously so, the length of him seeming to spread for a kilometer under the table. Handsome, his face was… distinguished, for lack of a better word. Distinguished, and beautiful, putting me in mind of a Greek statue. Dark hair, olive skin. Sort of Mediterranean looking, I supposed.

  Noting the strong shoulders beneath his suit jacket, I decided that I was, most definitely, attracted, though there was none of the magnetic pull that I experienced just from being in the same room with Adam, who I turned to look at, having made my decision, though I knew I’d play coy.

  “He’s looking at you now.” Adam breathed into my ear, flicking just the tip of his tongue over my lobe. “I bet he’d like to fuck you as much as you’d like to fuck him.”

  A shaky breath moved through me, in or out, I wasn’t sure.

  “Go talk to him. Bring him back here.”

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “No.”

  Adam placed his hand discreetly on my ass and shoved me forward slightly in my chair, reminding of the spanking that he had administered the night before. “Do what I say. Bring him here. He’s still watching you. Look.” I looked, and indeed, the man was watching us with a studious kind of concentration.

  “He wants you. Go tell him you want him. Then bring him here.”

  My legs didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to move. There was no way to do as Adam asked without looking ridiculous. Without placing myself directly in the path of oncoming rejection. But somehow, somehow I found myself rising from my chair, trusting in the safety net that Adam had provided me with— him. I crossed the few feet that separated us from the stranger and seated myself nervously at his table, directly across from him.

  “Got sick of your date, huh?”

  I grinned thankfully at the man for breaking the silence, though I found it odd that he didn’t question my presence at his table, or the fact that I’d been sitting with another man up until that moment. With a quirked brow, he asked if I’d like a drink.

  “Um… sure. Just a water… no, actually, a scotch, please. Nothing fancy.” I’d had two glasses of wine and the coffee with the sweet liqueur, but I was quite certain that I’d need plenty of liquid courage to carry this through, badly as I wanted it.

  The man eyed me appraisingly and ordered the same. “I like a woman who can drink with the boys.”

  He introduced himself as Cal and toasted me when our beverages arrived. I had no idea how long we spoke for, but it was a light conversation, easy enough, even though I could feel Adam’s eyes on my back, my ass, the nape of my neck and the curves of my calves, crossed neatly at the ankles under the chair.

  I had no idea how this was supposed to play out, or if it was even meant to be real at all. Maybe it was just the fantasy that Adam was offering— just a game to excite us both. I had no real way of knowing.

  I found out when, after paying his check Cal rose, extending a hand to me.

  “I’ll follow the two of you, shall I?”

  I gaped. Was this some sort of parallel universe? Had the same thing happened to me, I was quite certain that I would never have made the assumption that a couple out for a quiet dinner wanted me to join them for a cozy little ménage a trois sweets course.

  Maybe I’d been single for too long.

  Maybe I was hopelessly out of the loop.

  Maybe I was losing my mind.

  Adam was waiting outside, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. Though tall, his build and casual bordering on funky manner of dress were in direct contrast to Cal, who towered over us both, and wore a suit. I thought with a thrill that his palm could likely cup my entire ass at once… and I had no delusions that the ass in question was a small one.

  As if in a dream, I allowed myself to be buckled into Adam’s car and driven to a small motel, one that, like the restaurant, I had passed many times but never taken much notice of.

  I felt nerves rising, a frantic churn in my belly as I waited. Adam secured us a room, took my hand as he led us down the hall, pausing in front of the forest green door of room 109.

  Inside, it hit me just how real this situation had become. It was a clean room, if a little bit on the feminine side. Pink was the predominant color, a luscious, fleshy pink, thankfully, not the sickly one of an antacid.

  It looked much like what it was, a mediocre hotel room that had probably seen the sexual escapades of more people than I could imagine. The room likely wouldn’t be shocked by what was about to transpire, but I was. I couldn’t believe that I’d allowed the night to progress as far as it had… but I also knew that nothing would stop me now.

  Thinking back on it later, I reflected that it wasn’t the smartest thing that I could have done, going to a strange hotel room with two strangers. Except by that point Adam wasn’t a stranger to me, though I’d met him only three times. If he’d wanted to hurt me, he would have by then… and besides that, I knew, in my gut, that he never would.

  He made me feel safe, safe in a way that I never had before.

  Being safe, however, didn’t help with nerves or awkwardness. I had no idea what to do, now that we were here. I’d envisioned similar scenes in my mind a million times, but the mind has a way of smoothing over the rough edges, the awkward bits, the things that it doesn’t like.

  Once again, I was saved by Adam.

  Delicately, as if I were made of the thinnest glass, he pressed his front against my back. After unzipping my dress, he slid it down and, reaching around, began to dance his fingers over the breasts that were delicately displayed in soft lace cups that, fittingly, were pink.

  Cal sat on the bed watching, his cock jerking against the thin fabric of his suit pants.

  I could feel Adam’s cock, pressed into the small of my back as he massaged the tender, swollen flesh that made my body so different from his. As I began to sigh and move my ass against his erection, he pulled away, and joined Cal on the bed.

  I froze.

  “Relax, Hannah, relax.” His voice slid through my foggy senses. “Undress for us, for us both. Show us. Show us everything.”

  I fought against the order until I realized that, once again, he was giving me the power. This was my fantasy, and undressing for two men, making them want me more than they’d ever wanted anything, only gave me more power. Understanding that, I began to slowly strip, my movements awkward at first, then growing more confident.

  I’d once been too self-conscious to stand naked before a man, any man. But time had taught me that men didn’t care about the things that women did— the slight jiggle of inner thighs, the loose skin of the lower belly, the cellulite that danced across the ass of every woman over the age of twelve. They were just happy to bask in the beauty that was the naked female form, and knowledge of that spurred me on n
ow as it had done before.

  I pushed the soft fabric of the dress when it caught at my hips, sliding it down my legs with a whisper, until it hit the floor.

  My fingers fumbled over the front clasp of my bra.

  The breathing of the men became a harsh rasp, loudly sounded in the still room.

  Next came my panties. The ones I wore tonight matched my bra, my only matching set, truth be told. The panties fell on top of the dress, and then I was naked in front of two men, one of whom was a stranger to me, one of whom should have been.

  Again, the thought came to me that I should be embarrassed, but that was just instinct. The feeling faded and I felt my senses awaken, one by one. My vision cleared, my breath grew louder, my skin shivered from the simple kiss of the air.

  Still, I wasn’t sure what to do next, now that I was naked and the men were not. So I laid myself on the second bed, curled onto my side.

  Adam rose, eyes on mine, and dropped his hands to the button of his slacks. Cal stood too, and this time I was the one who watched a show, eyes half shuttered as I watched them both strip for me.

  I enjoyed the noises that they made, the sound of a leather belt slithering against denim, of silky trousers hitting the floor, of buttons slipping through their holes. Soon I had a warm body on either side of mine, layering me in between so that I felt warm and cocooned.

  Adam concentrated on stroking and rubbing his fingers over my back and butt, while Cal feasted on my breasts. He buried his face between them, tested their weight with his palms, raised them up to watch them drop. He ran experimental thumbs over my nibbles, growling lightly when they pebbled for him.

  His eyes glowed with a feverish light when I looked into them, then looked away. The look behind those glowing cat eyes of his was a little more intense than I liked to be confronted with, and he wasn’t the one that I wanted to watch at any rate, so I rolled over until I was facing Adam. He placed his mouth over the aching peaks that had been enjoying such attention from Cal’s nimble fingers. He pulled one into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, suckling so hard that I felt the tug all the way into my womb.

  So caught up in the sensations playing over the exquisitely sensitive tissue of my tender breasts, it was a surprise to me when, after a look exchanged between the men, I was rolled on top of Cal, who nudged my trembling thighs apart with his knee. I found myself straddling him, the feel of his erection nudging against my already slick entrance.

  His cock was large, in keeping with the rest of him, but not as long as Adam’s. Lovely and thick, it was kissed with a golden color that made me want to touch. Adam’s was pale, with a rosy flush, lightly lined with a spidery webbing of veins.

  I wanted them both, but wasn’t sure where to start with Cal, so instead I slid my hands down the body that was already as familiar to me as my own. Adam let loose with a heartfelt groan as my inquisitive fingers circled his cock, measuring, flirting with the meaty tip.

  His noises encouraged me; I wanted to hear more. I scooted down and took a mouthful, sliding his cock as far back in my throat as I could, gagging only a little when the length hit the back of my throat. I felt him twitch within my cheeks, and began to gently suck. Beneath me, Cal made an impatient movement with his hips, which rubbed his wealth of curly hair against me and created a friction that felt so, so sweet. Reaching between us, I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and squeezed the ridge just under the head of his cock. Squeeze. Release. Squeeze. Release. I listened to the breathing of both men grow harsh, heard the pace quicken as I suckled and pinched, and felt a kind of power that I didn’t fully understand.

  Having reached his limit with the cock tease, Cal leaned over the edge of the bed, reached for the pants that lay on the floor. He removed two foil packets, tossing one to Adam. Grasping his own cock at the base, he slid on the thin sheath. Finding my cunt, he slipped in with a grunt, his cock slightly cool inside my fevered heat.

  He sheathed himself entirely in my slick heat as Adam watched, a look that I didn’t fully understand in his eyes. I met his gaze, and felt a surge through my inner walls as his hand found his own cock and, grasping tightly, rubbed.

  I cried out then, attention diverted, as Cal thrust up into me. As he set himself into a rhythm, Adam reached over with his free hand and began to stroke my clit, a firm back and forth motion. The intensity of the evening, the fantasy come to life had me so excited, so wet, so ready that it didn’t take much for me to come, which was still a surprise, never mind the orgasms that Adam had already been able to tease from my cunt. He never hesitated, even as I became oblivious to the men and enjoyed the sensations that were racking my body, continuing to rub even when I would have pulled back, when the sensation on my overly warm nub moved from pleasure to discomfort and back to pleasure. With a gasp, I came a second time, hard on the heels of the first wave of pleasure. Once I had, Adam moved quickly, positioning himself behind me, moving in time with Cal’s thrusts but not entering, not touching anything but my hips, his cock rubbing against the cleft that divided my ass.

  I enjoyed the feeling, one cock anchored in my cunt, another nudging the small of my back. When Cal began to shudder, I threw away the last of my shyness, my reservations and, tossing back my head, rode him, my breasts bouncing almost painfully.

  Beneath me, Cal went limp and wiped sweat out of his eyes. He gave me a cocky grin before gently lifting me off of him before semen could spill. Rolling over, he disposed of his condom, wiped himself off with a tissue, and laid back to watch.

  I had thought we were finished, but Adam rolled me over, positioning me beneath him, knees bent and braced on his shoulders. After rolling the latex membrane over his cock— I had a fleeting thought that it was odd that the same condom brand could fit two such different members— he slid between my legs, finding nothing to hamper his entrance since I was so wet that I thought I must be dripping. My whole body felt like liquid as he began to stroke inside of me, hitting deep with every thrust, since my legs were up and spread and my cunt open wide. I didn’t think that I could possibly come again, but I felt a familiar tingle at the friction of a cock against my most clit, and, as my breath began to hitch, Cal took his turn reaching into the mass of flesh, pressing, stroking, pinching, until Adam and I came at the same time, shuddering out ripples of delight.

  Adam slid out of me, again before anything could drip from the condom. I wanted to stay as we were, cocooned beneath him, still joined in the most intimate of places. I slid down into the cushioned abyss of the bed, so that I was once again positioned between two bodies. But the sexual tension was spent, and I found myself wanting to be held, something that I didn’t often allow myself and that, in my experience, men were mostly all too happy to do without.

  I was surprised when Adam rolled halfway over, easing his weight off of mine, then wrapped me in his arms. Even more surprising was that I wanted to curl right on in, to snuggle up and fall asleep.

  Though he’d just brought me every bit as much pleasure as Adam, I wanted Cal to leave. Guilt pressed down on me when that realization hit— I didn’t want to have just performed the female equivalent of ‘wham bam, thank you ma’am’— and I was relieved when he stood and quickly dressed.

  “Thanks, guys.” His grin was infectious as he slid his suit jacket on over his now rumpled dress shirt, stuffing his tie into the right pocket. “Call me anytime.” Dropping a business card onto the bedside table and dropping a kiss onto the top of my head, he slipped out the door, shutting it behind him with a quiet click.

  I was alone with Adam once again.

  I was afraid that he’d want to rehash the event, would want to know exactly how the experience had been for me. It’s not that I wouldn’t have shared it, but I wasn’t sure what words to use to tell him that, while it had absolutely been my fantasy come to life, all that I wanted now was him.

  “Did you have fun?” That was all that he said, but those four simple words were enough to let me know that I was in trouble. Against ev
ery relationship rule that I held dear, I knew that I wanted Adam in my life, again and again and again.

  As I snuggled close beneath the arm that he stretched across my shoulders, I pushed away the thought that I would have to tell him why I’d acted as I had during our first meeting… and, consequently, what I currently did for a living. But as I drifted off towards sleep, a content that I hadn’t felt for years coaxed me into waiting a bit longer.

  If only I’d known that ‘longer’ wasn’t going to be quite as long as I’d thought, I might have thought twice about becoming such an eager employee of Hush Dolls, Inc.

  ***

  Six months earlier…

  “I want in.” Erica rolled her eyes at me as I spoke, the green flashing the color of ripe kiwis in the sunlight.

  “Hannah, you hate men.” Turning back to her laptop as if I hadn’t spoken, she continued to fidget with the background color of the website that she’d almost finished building.

  Leaning over, I pushed at the screen until it snapped closed with a sharp click. She growled, not bothering to mask her annoyance.

  “I don’t hate men. I just don’t care to be in a long term relationship.” I slouched back onto the worn plaid couch that dominated the small living room of the apartment that Erica shared with her fiancé Kyle. Calmly, I sipped at the Coors Light that I’d snagged from her fridge as she tipped down the dark rimmed glasses that she only wore when working at the computer and glared.

  I had no intention of backing down, and I knew that, eventually, she’d see it my way. She needed employees that she could trust, and who wouldn’t demand an outrageous wage before she could even get her feet off of the ground. Having been one of her best friends since university, she could absolutely do the former, and trust that I wouldn’t do the latter.

  “Hannah…” Pulling her glasses from behind each temple, she massaged her forehead with her index fingers. “I’ve explained this to you already.”