ALPHA MEN EROTICA BUNDLE (4 BOOKS COLLECTION): Adult Taboo Romance Erotic Sex Story (Billionaire Dominant, Kinky Fetish and Disobedient Submissive Book 2)

by Rachel Myers-Holmes

  Yes a dungeon, yes it’s dark and yes she’s kneeling in place, head lowered, hands on knees. She’s been paying attention. I take my time removing my grey trench coat, loosening my tie and making myself comfortable. It has been a long day at work and I’m looking forward to relaxing with her and tightening her climaxes. Finally spending some time focussed on something other than numbers and profits.

  Some people might think it’s strange the way I choose to relax. I learnt a long time ago not to let the opinions of others bother me. Really, I suppose, it’s hard to be bothered by what anyone thinks of you when you’re worth two-and-a-quarter billion. That’s how much I’m worth. And the way I choose to relax after a stressful day is with Dania. Beautiful, blonde, brown-eyed, D-cup Dania, who I own, totally. Who is my slave and my submissive, who I love to possess.

  Dania is not only my relaxation she is my joy, my world, so I tease Dania. That is what I most enjoy doing, that’s what unwinds me. I bring her to heights she could never reach on her own and then I let her down again gently, ever so gently, denying her the rough climax that she desires, that she deserves. I’m not sure if it’s the kinky stuff I do with her body to arouse her to her peak that relaxes me or the power of bringing her to such a peak and denying her of her release, over and over again.

  She begs for me to let her cum and I don’t. She whimpers and cries and pleas and twists and I gag her mouth with her black ball. Is it the wonderful and powerful feeling of denying Dania of her orgasm’s that I’m obsessed with? Or is it the fact that she cannot fuck me, kiss me, touch me. I think it maybe the act of denying her of her orgasms as she wants, taking my own time with my superb doings, serving her with her climaxes when I think it has mellowed long enough in her clit and her pussy is about to explode and even then, I still just may deny her one, more, time and watch her face explode when I generously serve her overdue orgasms. Walking is usually out of the picture when I’m done with her. The legs under her body becomes useless.

  Today. Tuesday. She is kneeling when I enter dungeon. The dungeon is below my house is dark and has no windows. The circular walls are made of raw brick all around. I can feel down here is warmer than the rest of the house. I like the air around me to be cool. I drive with a freezing air condition and my house is always kept cool, but inside my dungeon is warm. Dania remains kneeling in place until I come to her and put my air-condition-temperatured hand on her warm neck. She jerks at the cool touch of my palm at her neck.

  “Stand,” I say, and she does so.

  I can feel her trembling a little underneath my touch, the fine hairs on her neck standing up. This is the effect I have on her. With her standing before me, I place the tip of my forefinger at the corner of her mouth, stroll around to her back while slowly dragging the fleshy pad of my finger tip around to the back of her neck. I stopped my finger on the third knobby bulge of her spine and brought my other hand to the latch of her thirty-two karats black diamond necklace. She knows I’m about to unleash it. I free her of the necklace and she lifts her chin for me to ease it from her. I place it on the leather table beside us. I look at her slender naked neck, it’s so sexy I bit above all the knobs of her spine, my upper lip touching into her soft blonde hair. I wetly suck behind her neck and hear her sudden response. A gasp so loud and sudden, the echo bounces off the walls. She slams hold of my muscular thighs in my pants behind her as she fights to withstand the chills my lips and wet tongue caused from kissing high above her neck.

  I girt a fistful of her hair yanking her head back nice and tight so she can feel the taut tension lines tugging the hair pores of her scalp just the way she likes it. I unmouth my lips off her and let the air touches on the wet kiss mark I left at her neck. Her fine hairs stand stiff at the back of her neck. Her fingers dig deep into the flesh of my thigh. She grabs them firm and steady and her knees bend powerlessly. I step back, her fingers loosen off my thighs and I slowly stroll my way around to her face.

  I strip her clothes off in quick, easy rips, peeling down her skirt from around her waist to the floor. Her knees slam together, showing obvious self-awareness of her half-nudity from her waist down. I allow her a couple seconds to feel naked and as the seconds ticked by her closed knees gradually open. I slide the glossy black buttons of her white blouse through each button hole, nipping open all the buttons until her blouse had an open passage from her neck to below her deep navel hole.

  She slightly pulls her face back and I could tell she felt more naked than before. I bust open the chest of her blouse in one commanding motion and swiftly slide her stiff cotton shirt off her shoulders, the collar falls back and the slim fitting sleeves turn inside-out as I unclothed her arms. She stands there in front of me in only bra and panties and the room temperature hugs her entire naked skin. I put my mouth an inch close to hers.

  “Hello, Slut,” I say.

  “Hello Sir,” she responds, her voice already husky. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The rattle in her voice convinced me she is a bit nervous today.

  She lungs forward to kiss my lips and I pull my head away. I scrunch my stare at her, surprised at her sudden fetch for my lips.

  “You’re being a bad submissive today huh?”

  Without further pleasantries, I take her by the neck, one strong hand gripping her slender throat and lead her to a simple bench, two slim and flat slats of board for its legs, cushioned black leather upholsters its top. She doesn’t fight. She’s learned to trust me by now.

  I bend her over the black leather seat and quickly secure her wrists and ankles in place with the wispy leather straps. A thicker strap goes firmly over her back, holding her tightly in place. I hear her breath. By the time I’ve cinched everything tight she can barely even wriggle. Her breathing has quickened. I can almost smell her anticipation. I run one hand down her back, then stand and walk to the rack on my brick wall.

  CHAPTER 2

  The rack on the wall is made of bronze wrought iron and is where I keep all my toys. The dungeon is a private one, and my collection is pretty extensive. There is a wide variety of instruments for causing pain, and just as many for giving pleasure. It’s one of these that I select – a Hitachi vibrator.

  I pluck it from the wall and settle it between Dania’s legs, the tip up against her crotch. She moans in anticipation, even before I switch the device on. I let her anticipation swell her heart for ten long seconds before I press on the power button. When I do her whole body tightens within its bonds.

  A low muffled buzz comes from the device and it vibrates hard in my grip. A shiver runs through her from head to toe. I adjust the vibration from high to medium. It buzzes a volume lower than before but the echo still swallows us in my hollow dungeon below the earth’s surface.

  I leave the Hitachi in place and select the stainless steel pinwheel, it’s a small handheld contraption with a tracing wheel at one end of the device. The tracing wheel is teethed with twenty steel pins. The perfect sensory toy to tease and torture and drive her crazy. She can feel the slightest difference in pressure when I roll it across her tender flesh. Each pin-like acupuncture needling sweetly on her naked skin. Every touch of each teeth rolling over her ignites a sharp sparking nerve under her skin, stimulating her arousal to a higher height. I choose well the areas to beautifully torment.

  Dania’s most sensitive area is the whole length of her back, and nothing turns her on more than the sensation of something sharp running down her spine. I’m happy to oblige, slowly tracing the small pointy teeth of the pinwheel over her tender back, making long lines down and weird patterns back all the way up. I run the teethy metal wheel over her ass and her belly deflates, her breathing hitches. I creep the pinned wheel over her back and ass again and across the sturdy but sensitive muscles of her upper shoulders, slowly with light pressure, again and again, listening as her breathing tightens and body squints from the metal, watching as her body tenses still further and further.

  I’ve learned to read Dania well by now, and I can tel
l when she’s close to coming. When I see the back of her neck begin to blush I reach down and switch the vibrator off. I remove the pinwheel. I stand back. Dania cries out in frustration.

  “Please Sir,” she moans. “Please let me cum. Please just fuck me. Put your cock in me, Sir. Please! I need it!”

  But she knows that I won’t. She knows that’s not the game. I’ll tease her. And tonight, no doubt she’ll touch herself to the memory of the orgasms I almost gave her. But I won’t push her over the brink. I won’t fuck her. That’s not the way we play.

  I’ve been training Dania for six months now. She’s gorgeous – I’ll be the first to admit that. And she’s wonderfully obedient too. She loves to be spanked, to be bound. She’s responsive to the slightest touch. I couldn’t ask for a better submissive. Well, except for in one particular way. It wasn’t such a problem at first, but just lately she’s been begging me to fuck her.

  She knows the rules, of course. She knows that sex is not on the table. She knows that my pleasure is to torture her, tease her, deny her. But she’s becoming increasingly insistent in her pleas, increasingly demanding. I punish her when she asks too much of course, but the correction doesn’t seem to last for long.

  Sometimes too she’ll hold back. She’ll bite her lip, control her breathing, hide how turned on she is. She’ll allow herself to come without my permission.

  I punish her afterwards, of course. Deny her any play at all for a few days or a week. But it does no good. She wants to be fucked. She wants to come, and she’s becoming increasingly devious about the way that she gets what she wants.

  CHAPTER 3

  Friday is a bad day.

  Friday Dania tricks me. I have her tied to the cross, gagged and blindfolded, a butterfly vibrator strapped to her hips. I drip hot wax onto her breasts, relishing the little exhalations of pain that accompany each drop. She holds herself as still as she can within the restraints. My attention is focussed entirely on her body, and yet I only realise that she’s coming when her orgasm has begun. She might be an expert at controlling her reactions, but even she can’t stop the spasms and tightening of her muscles and shivers that come with a climax.

  I step back. She comes hard, pulling against the restraints, groaning, biting down on the black ball gag that forces apart her jaws. I reach down and switch off the vibrator, then let her settle, let her breathing return to normal, let the last few shivery waves of her orgasm wash through her.

  Then I remove her from the cross. Quickly, curtly, I remove the gag and the blindfold and thrust her clothes into her hands. “Go home,” I say.

  “Won’t you please fuck me Sir?” she says politely. Her naked body is close. I can almost feel the warmth and softness of her on my skin. “That’s all I want. I need it. I’d come the moment you put your cock in me, Sir. Please.”

  “Home,” I say, and then I turn around and leave the dungeon, leave her naked and wanting there.

  *

  When Dania’s been behaving badly my wife is a source of great comfort. To punish Dania for her lies and tricks would only be to reward her with further attention, and so I punish my wife instead. Her name is Claire, and I love her with all my heart. That evening I go home to her in a stormy mood. I’m barely inside the house before I have her tied down to the bed. I flog a few red stripes across her ass with my cane, then push her head down and ease myself inside her. I fuck her roughly till I come, then let her up. I release her from her bonds and she rolls over on the bed, panting. I kiss her on the mouth, and we lie there together for a while, quiet in each other’s company.

  I’ve been with Claire for six years now, and they’ve been some of the happiest years of my life. She understands my life like nobody else does. She knows about my needs. She knows how I like to unwind. And she accepts that about me. Not many women would.

  In fact, there’s only one rule we have between us. And that’s with regards to my cock. Claire is the only woman who deserves it. We’re in agreement about that. I can do whatever I might wish to any number of slaves or submissives, but my cock belongs to Claire. Only she may taste it. Only she will ever feel me cumming while I’m inside her.

  We lie there for a long time, and I feel my mood levelling out. Dania’s disobedience is a difficult thing to manage. It would be a shame to lose such a wonderful sub, and yet there’s no way I can tolerate her behaviour much longer. She must be corrected, but nothing I try seems to have an impact. I can whip her raw in punishment, and she simply seems to enjoy it.

  Claire rolls closer to me and puts her head against my chest. “What’s the matter?” she says. “Is it that girl again? Dania?”

  Claire is perceptive beyond words. She only needs to look at me to know not only that something is the matter, but exactly what that thing might be. There’s no sense in hiding anything from her, and so I tell her everything. She listens quietly, rested against my chest. I feel her skin move lightly against mine with each inward breath.

  Once I’ve finished talking Claire thinks for a minute, then says, “You know, I think I might have an idea.”

  *

  The next week I meet with Dania again. She is kneeling when I enter, but as soon as I permit her to stand she begins. “I’m sorry about last time, Sir. It’s just that I want you so bad. Sometimes it’s hard to control myself-“

  I silence her with a look and she lowers her head. I move to her, and with quick and definite movements strip away her clothes. All of them. Her underwear too, so that she’s standing naked before me. I lead her to a bench and bend her over it, lashing her in place with the restraints. Her pussy is wonderfully exposed, rose-like and open. Ready to be penetrated. I can hear her breathing quicken. It is obvious what she thinks is about to happen.

  “So you want me to fuck you?” I say, my voice heavy.

  “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir,” says Dania.

  “Well...” I can’t prevent a smile from creeping onto my lips. “That’s not something we’ve agreed to. But perhaps there’s some other way to satisfy you.”

  I move to the door and open it to allow Claire into the dungeon. She’s stripped to her underwear already, looking glorious in black lace.

  She strides around the bench so that Dania can see her, then steps into the harness of the strap-on and pulls it up snug around her hips.

  “This,” I say slowly, “is Claire. My wife. The woman you’ve been disrespecting by flouting the rules of our agreement. You’ve always known that I won’t fuck you. But Claire will. She will fuck you long and hard. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  “Sir?” says Dania, her voice trembling slightly. I can see how turned on she is, and yet there’s also a note of trepidation there, of surprise, the cock hanging from the harness is not only thick but twelve inches long. A dildo like that may hurt her. Hurt her pussy, stretch her to the limit. Just the right way she loves it I hope.

  I look to my wife and nod, giving her permission. She steps up behind my submissive and gently eases the tip of her strap-on into her pussy. Dania gasps, then moans, a moan of pleasure. Finally penetration. A large penetration from my wife.

  “Harder,” I instruct Claire, and she is happy to oblige. After a few slow strokes she picks up speed, bucking hard into Dania’s pussy. Dania writhes within her straps, but she cannot escape, cannot move. I stand in front of her and take my cock in hand. I hadn’t considered how much of a turn on it would be to see my wife fuck another woman. Dania strains towards my cock, her mouth open, keen to swallow me. I stroke it before her mouth, her mouth creaks open wider and her tongue reaches out. But I deny her. I stroke myself, long and slow, relishing the sight before me.

  When I sense that Dania is about to cum I let myself go, ejaculating across under her navel. The warm cum on her skin and the fat rubber dildo still crammed in her hole. My hot liquid clings to her belly, drips down, crawling over her pussy cheeks. I hold a handful of hair in one rough hand and kiss my wife on the lips as she fucks Dania, finally, to her climax. I feel my subm
issive’s body arching against the bench, but I don’t look down. I look at Claire. Beautiful Claire.

  “This,” I say. “Was a fantastic idea.”

  BOOK 4

  BDSM EROTICA: DOMINANT COMMANDS FIRST TIME SUBMISSIVE,

  An Erotic Romance Adult Short Sex Story

  Spanking Erotica

  Celene Carey

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  EXCERPT

  Walking over to her, I grabbed her by the ponytail. “Let’s go Slut” on her hands and knees she crawled to the side of the bed head down, resting on her heels when I stopped her. I had already laid out my chosen equipment for tonight; my paddle, some rope and a thick bar of wood to help restrain her arms. I chose the rope and the bar,

  “Up!” She stood up.

  “On the bed and on your belly” she did as she was instructed, laying face down in the centre of the massive bed. I took hold of both her ankles and dragged her until her legs were touching the floor and half her body was on the bed. Her plump ass looked ready for a spanking. I rest the rope and bar on the bench and picked up my black leather wrapped paddle instead.

  “I hope you’ve missed me, I know this is what your slutty ass deserves for cheating on Adam” With that I initiate the first blow to her ass. It released the familiar smacking sound that was lost in the midst of her yelp. She was too loud for my liking.

  “Shut up and stick your tongue out! Hold it with one hand and bring the other around your back!” She did as she was told and I took her hand into my free hand. Another, then another, by now she had been digging her nails into my wrist. She knows I liked that. I put the paddle down, and . .

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