The Alpha Meets His Match
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She was wearing the black latex dress with zippers, ridiculously high heeled glossy black patent leather pumps, and a collar fixed around her neck.
Jax was wearing black jeans, motorcycle boots, and a black t-shirt with a skull on it. The t-shirt accentuated the curve of his biceps, and the muscles of his six-pack which stood out in sharp relief. Bobbi stood close enough to Jax that she smelled his earthy, masculine scent. His skin was smooth and tan; she wanted to run her tongue along that curved bicep.
Jax reached out and snapped a leash on to her collar. His fingers brushed against her neck, and she shivered.
“Are you cold?” Jax asked, his voice husky. “You want my jacket?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re a strong woman. You don’t have a problem with playing the submissive?”
“It doesn’t hurt my ego, and I’m not afraid of it. It’s a role I’m playing for the night. It doesn’t change who I am or make me any less strong.”
“No, it doesn’t.” He ran his finger along her jawline and then trailed it down her neck. A wave of heat washed over her, and she realized that her g-string was soaking wet with the juices of her desire. Already. Before they’d even walked in the damned club.
Jax cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from her, and he turned and led the way, with her following obediently behind him. As they approached the massive steel front door, Bobbi saw the red eye of a security camera winking down at her from just above the doorframe.
The door swung open without Jax having to knock, and a burly security guard let them in. The two of them walked down a long nondescript hallway with wood paneled flooring until they reached a set of double doors.
They walked through into a huge room which was lit with spotlights. Strains of classical music drifted through the air.
Throughout the room were numerous bondage stations, with every imaginable restraint device. Big X-shaped structures that she recognized as from her furtive Google search a couple of hours earlier, chains dangling from the ceiling, pommel horses, what looked like barber’s chairs, tables, benches, ob-gyn tables with stirrups, and structures Bobbi couldn’t even recognize.
Women and men in various stages of undress, all wearing fetish and bondage gear, were either standing and chatting, or participating in scenes. There was a big rectangular raised stage in the middle of the room, and a man was being flogged by a dominatrix. He wore a leather hood, and his hands were handcuffed together and yanked over his head, affixed to a dangling chain. At the other end of the stage, a woman on a St. Andrew’s cross was being paddled.
There was a bar at the far end of the room; Jax had told her that only soft drinks, juice and water were served there. Drunk people and flying bullwhips were a bad combination, he explained.
There were a number of doorways leading to private rooms. According to Jax, members could play there with the person they’d brought with them, or with any of the assortment of attractive hired submissives, both male and female, who worked at the club. The submissives always had a choice as to whether they wanted to accompany a particular patron, and there were a number of ways they could summon help immediately if things got out of hand, but that rarely happened. The members were vetted very carefully, and those who caused problems were removed from the membership list immediately.
As the two of them walked in, numerous people waved at him, and he waved back. Several women gave Bobbi the once-over, with narrowed eyes and calculating looks. Bobbi could imagine that Jax, with his rugged good looks and domineering, screw-you attitude, was considered quite the prize here; the women were sizing up what they perceived to be the competition.
You’ve got nothing to worry about, she thought, with an odd twist in her guts; I’ll be gone before you know it.
Jax led Bobbi over to the bar, where a handsome Hispanic man wearing a leather bondage harness, leather thong, and sandals, walked up to greet them. Waxed smooth, stunningly beautiful, was Bobbi’s quick mental assessment. His eyebrows were perfection.
“Evening, Jax. Who’s your new friend?” the man smiled at Bobbi politely.
“This is Bobbi. Bobbi, this is Fernando. How’s everything going?”
“Can’t complain. It’s good to see you again. What can I get you to drink?”
“Nothing right now, thank you.” Jax and Bobbi had agreed beforehand that they wouldn’t eat or drink anything inside the club, in case it was contaminated with something that had caused the shifters to go rabid.
Bobbi felt terrible not being able to warn everyone there of the certain danger that lurked, but she had to agree with Captain Thorne’s assessment; it was crucial that they find out the origin of the attacks. If the attacks were caused by someone’s deliberate action, and they shut the club down, then they might not discover who the perpetrator was – and worse, if the perpetrator was deliberately causing the Shifter Rage attacks, he or she could strike again, on a much larger scale. “How about an appetizer?” Fernando asked.
Jax grinned at him. “I’ve got my appetizer, right here.” He bent down and gently nipped at Bobbi’s neck, while holding her leash tight, and she let out a low moan of pleasure. It felt good not to have to hold back; as long as they were in the club, she could moan and whimper as much as she wanted to, and it was all part of their cover.
“She sure is appetizing,” a muscular blond man leaning against the bar looked over Bobbi speculatively. A slim, beautiful redhead, wearing a leather bra, leather thong, and heels, knelt at his feet.
The man glanced at Jax. “You like to share, right, Jax? Interested in a little swap?” The redhead looked up hopefully.
Bobbi tensed, but Jax wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her up against him. “I don’t share this one. She’s special.” His eyes sparked with a flare of warning.
The redhead pouted, but the man nodded and took a step back. “No problem. No harm in asking, right? If you change your mind…” his gaze roved over Bobbi’s chest and at that, Jax let out a low, rumbling growl that made the man jump.
“Were you listening to me?” Jax’s lips peeled back to reveal his descending fangs.
Bobbi could feel Jax’s muscles tense. And he had quite a lot of muscles to tense; he was like a solid wall of muscle.
“Sorry, sorry. No offense meant. Estelle, come,” he snapped at the redhead, and he turned and walked away. The redhead scrambled after him on all fours.
Ewww, floor cooties, Bobbi thought.
She turned and stood on her tiptoes so she could whisper in Jax’s ear. “Don’t make me kneel on the floor. Please,” she murmured.
“On this floor? I wouldn’t dream of it. At home, that’s a different story,” he answered in a low, sensual growl.
Part of her wanted to snap out a sarcastic answer at the presumptuous bastard but the more realistic part of her had to admit that if they got home and he wanted her on her knees…well, she only had so much willpower.
“So, we haven’t seen you in a while,” Fernando said. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”
“I’ve been out of town on business,” Jax said. “I decided it was about time I came back to unwind.”
“Well, if you need anything special, you know where to find me,” Fernando said with a wink, and sauntered off to serve a customer at the other end of the bar.
“Anything special like what?” Bobbi raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“Oh, various people here offer certain extra services. You can pretty much get anything that you want here. Fernando is bisexual, he specializes in threesomes with male and female couples. You could have him if you wanted.” Jax’s eyes flared, and he raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her answer.
“I don’t want him,” Bobbi said, rolling her eyes. Then, wickedly, she leaned into him and breathed into his ear “Only you, baby.” His low groan was a delightful reward for her teasing.
So, Jax was jealous of her, it was becoming more and more obvious. To her dismay, she realized she liked that he was jealous
of her. It was vitally important that she didn’t let her emotions get tangled up in this case, but here she was, taking the role of Jax’s girlfriend way too seriously already.
“Hello, Jax,” a low voice purred from behind her, and she turned to see several stunningly beautiful women clustering around them, uncomfortably close.
“Bobbi, this is Charm, Velvet, and Caress,” Jax said. “They work here. Girls, this is my girlfriend Bobbi.” The girls’ eyes widened.
“Girlfriend?” Caress said, staring at Bobbi with open interest. “I’ve never heard you introduce anyone like that before.”
Bobbi tensed, fighting down an irrational surge of fury as the three girls undressed Jax with their eyes. Jax’s arm tightened around Bobbi again, as if he sensed her anger and was reassuring her. “Get used to it,” he said, and led Bobbi away from the bar by the leash.
They stood in the middle of the bar, surveying the crowd.
Male and female wait staff were dressed provocatively, in fetish gear, in black leather, latex, and lace. They walked through the crowd carrying trays of drinks, or, in some cases, Bobbi realized, trays of sex toys. They were stunningly beautiful, with perfect toned bodies, hair styled to perfection, makeup laid on with a heavy hand.
“Are they on the menu?” she asked Jax.
“They can be if they choose to be,” Jax said. “They can also just be eye candy. The owner never requires the staff to do anything that they don’t want to do.”
Her eyes drifted to a woman bent over a pommel horse. She wore fishnets and a garter with no panties. Her wrists were bound and fastened to the ground with a long chain. A muscular man stood behind her, with a paddle, smacking the large, perfectly round globes of her buttocks, which were glowing red. A ball gag was stuffed in to her mouth.
He carefully moved the paddle, smacking fresh areas of flesh every time.
The woman squirmed and let out muffled cries of pleasure with each blow.
“Nnnnn! Nnnnnn!” she cried out.
Bobbi felt wet warmth seeping between her legs. She couldn’t take her eyes off them. What was the woman thinking? Were she and the man together, or were they strangers meeting just this once, to play out a forbidden fantasy?
“What are you thinking?” Jax asked, his lips close to her ear, his breath heating her skin.
“I’m thinking…this type of relationship could be a way of keeping women at a distance. Reducing the relationship to nothing but sex, and ensuring that you’re always in control.”
“It can be, and for a lot of members of the club, it is. But it can also be a means of attaining the ultimate intimacy. The submissive’s surrender is the most extreme form of trust, and for a dominant or master to truly own his submissive can be the ultimate commitment and responsibility. And remember, the sub is the one who really calls the shots. He or she can put a halt to things any time they want, and the dominant has no choice but to respect that request.”
“True. But BDSM as a way to gain more intimacy…that’s not what it’s all about for you, is it?” Bobbi said,
Jax paused a minute before answering. “No. It hasn’t been,” he said.
Bobbi nodded. A tiny part of her couldn’t help wondering if he was implying that he wanted to change, but it didn’t matter in the end. Because of her past, because of her obligations, their relationship came with a built-in expiration date.
She followed him to an empty seat. He sat down, pulling her down with him, and she fell onto his lap.
He was rock hard, and when he wrapped his arms around her waist, he felt so warm, so strong, so right, that part of her wanted to just melt into his arms and forget about the whole investigation. Well, really most of her wanted that. His fingers lightly skimmed her arm, raising goosebumps, and she whimpered and squirmed a little. She was pleased to hear him gasp as she wriggled, and she could feel his cock move under her buttocks.
“Careful, babe. I’m holding on by a thread here,” he groaned.
“Tell me about it,” she muttered.
“Oh, so you’re willing to admit that I might be having a little bit of effect on you too?” he murmured into her neck, and ran his tongue along the curve, scraping his teeth gently along her skin.
“I’m sure it’s just the atmosphere of the club that’s – oh, God.” He bit her ear, tugging at her earlobe with his teeth.
“What was that, sweetheart?”
“Nothing,” she choked out. “I was just saying that…ohhh…” His hand slid between her thighs, and he ran his thumb along the outside of her sopping wet g-string.
“One more time? What? I can’t hear you.”
“You…bastard…” she gasped, as he rubbed his thumb back and forth, and red hot sparks of lust shot through her groin. Involuntarily, she felt herself leaning back in his lap, and her thighs parted to accept his caress.
“Let me go first, then. I’ve wanted you even before I saw you. When you were following me, I sensed you, and my wolf went wild. He was howling for release. When I saw you in that alleyway, I wanted you so badly it hurt, and when I had you in my arms up against that wall, breathing your scent, I almost came on the spot. I’ve barely been able to sleep or concentrate since the first time that I ran into you.”
“Okay, maybe, I might, kind of…” she muttered, writhing as he continued his slow torment, slipping his finger underneath the crotch of the g-string and sliding his finger over the wet petals of her labia. She’d shaved, and there was nothing between his finger and her smooth skin.
“Yes?”
“Oh! God! Want you, too…”
“Can you put those words together into a sentence?” He rubbed his thumb over the engorged bud of her clit, and flames licked up from her pussy, shooting throughout her body.
“You are such an asshole…”she moaned, and he laughed into her ear.
“You’re just now figuring that out, huh? And I thought you were so clever. Now say it.” He abruptly pulled his hand away, leaving her aching with need.
“I want you too! All right? You fucking son of a bitch.”
His low chortle was maddening, and if she weren’t forced to play the submissive, she would have turned around and smacked him silly.
“All right then, babe. Glad the feeling’s mutual.” He shoved his knees between her legs, spreading them open wide and forcing her legs open in the process. One hand was around her neck, and the other dipped between her legs again, stroking her firmly. “And here’s your reward for being a good girl,” he husked into her ear.
She arched her back and moaned in pleasure, not caring that they were being watched. There was something so primitive and yet so powerful in belonging to Jax, in having him show off his possession to everyone…no, in pretending to belong to Jax, she reminded herself quickly.
Through her half-lowered lids, she could see other couples, and other singles, watching as Jax held her firmly in place and stroked her to mindless pleasure. She didn’t care.
“They all want you,” he murmured. “The men, the women…because you’re so fucking hot, baby. But they can’t have you. You’re all mine.”
Hot tendrils of pleasure stroked through her as Jax’s fingers moved faster, and she felt the heat gather and clench behind her navel and then explode, burning shards of pleasure flying through her body as she shuddered helplessly to her climax.
“Oh, oh, oh…” she whimpered, limp and boneless, and the only thing supporting her was Jax’s strong, muscular arm, which was now wrapped around her waist and holding her tightly.
Jax stroked her neck with his tongue as the last spasms wracked her body and she finally stilled.
She could feel his cock pulsing underneath her, straining at the fabric of his pants.
“I want you,” she moaned. “Inside me. Take me to a room. Please.”
“We have to put on our big display first,” he murmured. “Convince everyone we’re real. Then, believe me, nothing in the world will stop me from fucking you so hard, you forget your own name.”
Jax smacked her hand. “Leave it,” he ordered her. When she tried again, he smacked her right butt cheek, and she gasped at the sensation. She’d never been spanked before – never trusted any man enough to let herself be dominated – and the sting of his hand was shockingly pleasurable.
“I said, leave it,” he growled. “I want everyone to see what’s mine. I want them to want it…and know that they can’t have it.”
Somewhere in a far off recess of her mind, she thought she should be furious at him – but she wasn’t. She was so turned on that she wanted to sink to her knees and beg him to take her right there.
Swallowing hard, skin flushed, she let him lead her over to a long chain that dangled from the ceiling. Jax pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and swiftly cuffed her hands over her head. Standing behind her, he unzipped the back of her skirt and pinned up each side to little Velcro tabs on the sides of the skirt. Her buttocks were fully exposed, with only a thin strip of cloth running up her butt crack.
He ran his hand lovingly over her buttocks, and cupped her right cheek in one hand, squeezing hard. “Your ass is so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “Whose ass is it?”
“Yours,” she whimpered, because she knew that’s what she was supposed to say for the purposes of their cover, and also because she realized she wanted it to be true.
She was unprepared for the flat of his hand striking her butt cheek and she started and let out a yelp.
“Yours, what?” he barked.
“Yours, sir,” she gasped.
“I’ll be back,” he whispered in her ear, and he walked away. She stood there, suspended, exposed, a cool breeze blowing on her from an overhead fan.
So she’d learned something new about herself today; she loved to be dominated. She loved to feel as if she were owned, if by the right man. Of course it was all an act, but part of her yearned for it to be true.