An Alpha's Need (Four Wicked Beginnings with BBWs, Billionaires, Soldiers and Shifters)

by Christa Wick

  Bending over her, I knotted my fingers in the dark hair, keeping her head planted against the desk as my other hand explored her pussy all over again. I slid my fingers into her, reveled at the way her muscles instantly sucked at my flesh. More color flared across her cheeks as she milked my hand.

  "You seem almost ashamed of your body's reaction, Mia."

  Damn, did she just glare at me? Chewing at my inside lip to keep from smiling, I contemplated how delightful it was going to be introducing Mia to her submissive nature. She would get the full course and truly understand her sexuality for the first time in her life. Even if she left me later, she would never forget those lessons or their teacher.

  "Whatever truth you kept from me, it's not as big as the secret you've been hiding from yourself." Withdrawing my fingers, I gripped the base of my shaft and rubbed the fat crown against the red pout of her cunt. "You need this more than you'll ever admit."

  I made a small forward push, knowing she needed time to absorb my girth. She moaned, the sound deep, vibrating and shooting straight to my balls. I pulled out before I could surrender to the desire to sink in fast and swift. Tight as she was, I would tear her if I didn't go a little more slowly.

  As I exited, she whimpered.

  Slow and shallow...

  The reminder buzzed in my head as I studied her face. She had yielded with that whimper, a realization clicking inside her head. She couldn't voice that capitulation, but I saw it.

  "I could take you any way I want right now." I pushed back in, a little harder, a little deeper. "On your knees choking on my cock, bound spread eagle to my desk, a switch slapping along your soft thighs and swollen pussy."

  Forgetting my earlier caution, I pushed all the way in. Her spine arched, her snug cunt welcoming me deeper despite my worries. As she arched, her breasts left the desk. I pushed her back down, knowing it would be too easy to get lost in pinching and tugging at the thick nipples so that I abandoned the lesson.

  "I could take you impassive, rough, my hands around your throat and you'd come back for more, dripping, aching." I pressed my chest against her back, securing her wrists as I pressed my lips to her neck. Proving my claims, she tightened around my shaft, her entire pussy fluttering in excitement.

  I kissed her before I could catch my intent, every point of contact gentling as I slid deeper into her. I slid out just as slow, her muscles locking around the fat head to keep part of me trapped inside. Finding the other side of her neck, I licked a line up to her ear as I pumped a small circle that kept the tip dragging side to side. The way Mia's entire body shivered beneath me, I knew I had found a sweet spot.

  I memorized it, explored its contours so I could make her shiver like that the next time. Sinking all the way in, I whispered in her ear. "You've never been this satisfied."

  It wasn't a boast -- she sobbed and clenched at each retreat of my cock.

  "Shhh…baby." I kissed the side of her mouth, evading her attempt to turn into the kiss. Such intimacies would have to wait until I better felt I could trust her. Our next joining, after I had watched the tape, studied each reaction without the fog of want crowding my brain as it did at that second. Then I could let her kiss me.

  Now, however, I needed to control her. I forced my hand down to her mound, squeezing and rubbing that hard pearl under the hood of the clit until Mia gasped for air. Rocking against her, I offered another teasing kiss at the corner of her lips. "You're holding me so tightly, Mia."

  Straightening, I grabbed a handful of flesh at each hip, the pace of my thrusts increasing. Her cunt milked my cock, the spasms wracking her muscles feeling like a thousand fingers stroking and tugging at the shaft. I exhaled in a sudden rush, my muscles moving in slow motion. I sucked more air in, fueling a deep thrust inside her. I pulled back in the same glacial retreat, every fiber in my body aching with the need to come.

  Shaking my head, I tried to deny how much her body and response affected me. If I looked at her face, I would be undone, lost. So I stared at the point our bodies met, my teeth pinning my bottom lip in place so I couldn't tell her again how beautiful she was or how fucking good she felt.

  The sight of her moving with me, the flex of her cheeks, the flush of her skin sank like hooks into my chest. I closed my eyes, trying to squeeze a few more minutes inside her before I surrendered. Another shake of my head and I plunged in deep, knowing I had lost the game, if only for the moment.

  Opening my eyes, I caught Mia watching me. I felt another tug on the barbs she had sunk into my skin. I stared back, looking for some sign she felt the connection between us as deeply as I did. I couldn't tell, so I retreated to that sweet spot just inside the opening of her cunt and teased it over and over until her eyes rolled back in her head.

  She came, her entire cunt knotting around my cock, squeezing and milking it until I couldn't help but come with her. Even after the last jet left me, I stroked in and out of her, savoring the way her body continued to move.

  And then she moaned, the sound so needy for more that I knew I couldn't hear another escape her throat and still deny her needs. If she moaned like that again, she was mine and I wouldn't let her return to the shabby apartment she called home. Another entreating moan while my cock was in her and I would bind her to my bed before the night was through.

  I pulled out quickly before I could tease another such sound from her and quick marched to my private bathroom. Knowing she might not move until I returned to give her permission, I hurriedly splashed cold water in my face.

  Really, I needed to dip my dick in ice water. It remained hard with the thought of her, of the way she moved and groaned. Growling, I left the washroom and collected her clothes, dropping them on my desk before I collapsed into my chair.

  I waved my hand at her. "You can't leave looking like this. Use my bathroom to clean up."

  She rose and walked stiff-backed from my desk to disappear behind the door. The second I heard the lock click, I buried my face in my hands, a knot of worry tying and twisting inside my gut as I wondered if I had misjudged how best to handle the night's parting.

  In her mind, I had just fucked her then dismissed her. God only knew what she was thinking as she cleaned up on the other side of that door. I opened the side drawer on my desk, one hand fumbling with a lock box as the other searched for an envelope. I counted out ten thousand or so in petty cash and shoved it inside the envelope.

  No apology would be forthcoming. She was submissive, deeply so. Not all subs respected an admission of fault from their dominants. Others respected it, but felt less secure in their dominants' hands. And still others would eventually walk out on a man who couldn't admit when he was wrong. I needed time to learn which kind of sub Mia was.

  Seeing her open the door, a mutinous glint in her eye, I pushed the envelope forward. "Take this."

  The money inside wasn't an apology, it was an opportunity -- a request for her to stay on in a new role.

  Watching her approach the desk, her hands curling around her stomach as if I had just punched her, I realized she might not view the gesture in the same light. She stopped and eyed the envelope, my heart knocking harder in my chest with each passing second. Dismissing the offering with a shake of her head, she spun on her heels and headed for the door.

  "They're locked, Mia. Take the envelope." I grimaced at the order I had just given and the panic I felt. I needed her to know what the money was for, not growl at her to take it no matter what.

  Reaching the door, she didn't look back at me, just issued her own command. "Unlock these and don't treat me like any more of a whore than you already have."

  Right, I had royally fucked up. Standing, I took the envelope with me. Reaching across her, I pressed it against the door and thumbed the edge of the package. I brought my body close to hers, trying to remind her of the pleasure she had been bathed in just a few minutes before. Bringing my mouth close to her ear, I took a slow breath in to steady my nerves. "Just what do you think this is for?"


  Her spine got a little stiffer in answer.

  She was wrong. I had paid plenty of whores in the past for the convenience and skill of their of their bodies. I could have serviced myself just as well with my hand. This was far different. After one month of walking into the office to find Mia lifting her head to smile at me, I didn't want it to stop.

  Not yet, at least.

  "Janice is retiring at the end of the week, won't be in again until her good-bye party." I pressed my face against her hair and breathed in the sweet bite of citrus contained in the strands. "You need a better wardrobe if you're going to fill her position. This is an advance on your new salary."

  Her head swiveled in my direction. I should have been studying her eyes, but her mouth, so near my own, claimed my attention. Feeling my breath reflected back on my lips, I forced myself not to grab and pull Mia that last quarter inch until we touched.

  I had made my offer -- my cloaked mea culpa. She needed to respond.

  "Are you serious?"

  Hearing the incredulity that laced her voice, I nodded, the gesture slow and deliberate. Taking her hand, I wrapped her fingers around the envelope. "You'll run the office and travel with me on the same trips Janice would attend."

  The thought flashed through my mind that I would need to book a lot more trips and soon. Grabbing her hip, I turned her until we fully faced one another then gestured at the envelope. "If you're lying to me, you better take this and run."

  Feeling her grip on the money tighten, I closed the last bit of space between us and forced her flat against the door. I captured her face, my finger pressing on her chin to force the soft lips open. I tilted my head, wanting to kiss her but brushing my cheek against hers instead as I whispered in her ear.

  "Know this -- if you run, there's no place on earth I won't find you."

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  The rest of Collin & Mia's story is available in His to Possess and His to Cherish or get Undeniably His (the collected edition).

  Billionaire's Pet 1

  Standing on the alley side of a wrought iron gate in Chicago's financial district, Katelyn Willow stared down the long reflecting pool of polished obsidian. Flowers colored from ice pink to deep violet, their leaves a lush green, covered the water's surface. A spring breeze randomly plucked blossoms from the lone magnolia tree, its pink and white petals slowly sinking in the air to delicately litter the dark cobblestone courtyard. Beautiful and tranquil, the private garden of billionaire Griffin Montgomery contrasted as sharply with Katelyn as it did with the surrounding glass and steel buildings that loomed over the scene.

  Dirt speckled her white blouse. The dark brown hair she had so carefully crafted that morning into lustrous waves cascading down her shoulders was pulled back in a loose ponytail. A fresh bruise and scrapes curved along her jaw from where her face had met concrete three hours earlier. Silk nylons shredded by the same rough ground hid within the interior pocket of her leather satchel.

  Not at all how or where Katelyn had envisioned arriving for her job interview, she just hoped the sour blonde at the security desk didn't call the cops and have her yanked from the alley before Montgomery's limo arrived.

  She glanced at her watch, the glass cracked over the spot where the minute hand showed ten to six. From her research, she knew Montgomery was more or less a creature of habit. The local paparazzi had picked up on his use of the garden exit, camping out with their oversized lenses until he bought the whole alley from the city and had the photographers thrown in jail for trespassing.

  Shifting her weight to her right leg, she winced and shifted back. She stared at her ankle in silent rebuke, the flesh where the open-toed suede pump hugged the back of her foot swollen and so lumpy she would almost welcome a ride in a cop car. The walk to the nearest rail station and then her apartment would be pure hell, but she couldn't afford a cab.

  At five minutes to six, metal flashed at the far end of the reflecting pool. She looked toward it, expecting to find a security guard exiting the building with his hand on his gun and a hostile smirk on his face. Montgomery strolled out, instead, his gaze hooking hers immediately. His eyes narrowed like a predator's as he walked the length of the pool. Reaching its edge, he rested his briefcase on it and approached the gate.

  His hand disappeared into his pants pocket, an electronic lock disengaging a second later with a metallic click. The gate slowly rolled open and he stepped through, stopping a few feet away. Folding his thick arms across an impressive chest, he stared at her.

  Katelyn kept her face impassive as Montgomery's gaze traveled over her body. She had studied pictures of the women photographed in public with him -- particularly the small handful who had lasted more than one event. She had done so not because she wanted to tack his last name onto hers, but to tailor a business look to styles he likely found pleasing. She'd settled on the pumps, the color a red spice, a black skirt that narrowed down to a hemline just below her knees and a crisp white top with a tabbed collar and faux-pearl buttons. The look reflected at her in the mirror that morning had worked.

  Right then, with the impeccably dressed Griffin Montgomery scowling at her -- it didn't work at all.

  Reaching the red pumps, his gaze lingered before slow crawling up the bare flesh of her legs and jumping to her face. “My four o'clock?”

  Katelyn nodded. Color flared across his cheeks, the unexpected heat in his expression unsettling her. He stepped another foot closer, his hands dropping to his sides. His eyes seemed to trace the bruise along her jaw and then his mouth flattened.

  “Hit by a bus?”

  God, did she really look that bad?

  Starting to smooth one of the pleats on her skirt, she stopped, squared her shoulders and smiled. “Attempted mugging.”

  She reached into her satchel for her resume, but he raised a hand to stop her.

  “You should have called. I filled the position an hour ago.”

  She released the paper and dug deeper into the bag, coming up with the remnants of a cell phone. Electronic guts spilled from the hard plastic shell.

  “Pity, I probably would have hired you.” His gaze dropped again. Standing less than an arm's length from Katelyn, there was nothing discreet or impersonal in the way his attention hugged her hips before seizing on her lower legs. “Still a runner, Katelyn?”

  She tensed. Eight plus years had passed since she made the Olympic team as a middle-distance runner and then dropped out of the games and off the face of the earth. With the time lapse, it was a rare day anyone recognized her. Regardless, she should have anticipated that he would. Montgomery's HR team had two weeks to run a preliminary background check.

  “Couple of times a week,” she said. She dropped the broken phone into her satchel and snapped the bag shut. Hearing the sound of an engine, she glanced to her right and confirmed Montgomery's limo had just entered the alley. Knowing she had precious few seconds left to make her pitch, she looked at him.

  He had stepped closer, his expression unreadable as he studied her face. Then he did the unthinkable for having just met her. He lifted his hand and lightly brushed the scraped line of her jaw.

  “Does it hurt?”

  Ignoring the question, she upped the wattage on her smile. “Are there any other positions available?”

  One dark brow inched up his forehead, his mouth relaxing as he gestured at the limo rolling to a stop behind her. “We’ll discuss it on the drive.”

  “Drive?” Her grip on the satchel tightened as Montgomery reached alongside her to open the door.

  Finding Katelyn in the path of the door's arc, he wrapped his free hand around her waist and gently drew her close. She sucked a breath in, shocked at the second display of intimacy and the seemingly possessive nature of his grip.

  Releasing the breath, she prayed he hadn't noticed her reaction. No matter how badly it set her stomach to fluttering, she reminded herself that his touching her like that meant nothing. Montgomery was a man accustomed to moving obstacles
, even living ones, to suit his needs.

  That was what he had just done -- nothing more.

  “Yes, drive. You wouldn't have gotten mugged if you drove here or took a cab. So you took the rail.” He nodded at her ankle. “I won't allow you to walk to the station and then home on that mess.”

  Allow her?

  Her spine stiffened, her chin lifting as the heat that had lit her belly surged angrily up to ignite her eyes.

  Griffin slowly shook his head, a sensual smile shaping his lips as his hand slid down to her hip, shocking her all over again. “Inside, Katelyn.”

  He moved closer, as if herding her, and she caught a whiff of his cologne. Warm, heavy spices that smelled straight from her favorite bakery hit her stomach, redirecting the fire once more to pool low down in her gut. She clutched at the limo’s roof, her eyes closing involuntarily even as she sought balance against each new, unnamable wave of reaction he produced in her with his casual touch and too familiar manner.

  His bossy, familiar, manner. Just who the hell was he to order her into the car?

  The air-conditioned, deeply cushioned car…

  Realizing she was lightly biting at the corner of her bottom lip, she popped the flesh out and started to curse the stupid habit inside her head. A master negotiator, Montgomery would take that small bite as a sign of indecision.

  And he would be one-hundred-percent correct. She was indecisive -- she had been mugged, hadn’t eaten since very early morning and her ankle throbbed like hell. Even if she didn’t like being bossed around by anyone, she didn't really want to walk home. And if she didn’t want to walk home, then it wasn't a matter of him allowing anything.

  Right?

  She wanted to shake her head but held the gesture in check at the last second. He didn’t need to see her debating herself. That was a little too crazy, especially when she wanted the man to give her a job.

  Freezing the shake cost her another fraction of equilibrium. The ground went a little wobbly beneath her suede pumps.