Bound Temptations: Autumn's Submission: (An Alpha Male BDSM Club Owner’s Dark and Gritty Tale)

by Lexie Syrah

  Chapter 7: Innocence

  I found Vivian sitting at a table by herself, and as I walked up to her, she stood up. She gripped my wrist lightly and pulled me to the offices.

  “I’m sorry that happened, Blake. Maybe you should call it a night?” I shrugged at her suggestion. I had been tired already, and all I wanted to do was go back to my office and relax.

  “I don’t know. It’s not even late yet.” Vivian looked into my blue eyes, assessing me. I wanted to relax desperately, but I didn’t know how to at this point. There was always something to do. I knew that Carlos could run the club without me for a night, but I hadn’t missed a night since the club had opened.

  “Blake, go find a girl to take home. Fuck her senseless and then send her on her way. Sleep in, and don’t show up tomorrow. I’ll be here to take care of things. You’re burning out and need some rest.”

  It was a hard thing to accept. I’d never faltered before, but I was so fucking tired all of the time. I knew that I looked like a junkie with the dark circles under my eyes and the amount of weight I’d already lost. She was right. I needed to go home.

  “Alright. I’ll go find someone to take home. Thank you for taking care of the place, Vivian.”

  She stood on her toes and lightly kissed my closed lips. This wasn’t a kiss like she’d given Greg today. This was her way of saying, “I love you” without the act. We’d never dated and we had never planned to. Yet, we were connected more than most people who had dated, lived together, or even married because we knew each other’s pain. We had been each other’s rock in the storms that had surrounded us.

  I accepted her kiss gratefully, but I didn’t return it. It wasn’t meant to be that kind of kiss. It was a gift given freely and without expectation of a reciprocated emotion. I looked at her face, and she smiled demurely. “Go find someone to warm your bed, Blake.”

  Just like that, she turned and sauntered away from me towards my office. I let out a breath as the tension that had built calmed. That girl had a way with me.

  I walked back onto the floor and closed my eyes as I let the atmosphere engulf me. I let all of the fears and stresses flow out from my body, and I assumed the playboy mask that I’d worn so many times before. I needed to find a woman that would be accepting of the pain that I needed to give tonight.

  I opened my eyes again and walked tall. People moved out of my way. This was my club and they knew it even if they’d never met me. I saw a group of women sitting at a table laughing and carrying on. Several of them were smoking hot, but that wasn’t what I was looking for tonight. They would have reservations with what I had in mind. I wanted to find a girl that wanted to experience something new. One of the women turned to look at me, and our gaze connected. I smiled the sadistic smile that somehow managed to instill fear in my enemies and yet fill a woman with lusty desires.

  She was a 7 at most. Her brunette hair was unremarkable, and her body didn’t have the curves that I would have looked for in a stripper. On the other hand, she had an air of innocence that was rare in my profession. She hadn’t been fucked every way possible, and her green eyes lusted over my body. She was the one that would fill my bed tonight.

  I strutted to the table and passed her “hot” friends up. I squatted down next to her and only inches from her face, I said, “Would you like to come have a private drink with me?” She flushed with hesitancy and fear that was compounded by desire. The fact that she had been chosen over the women that she knew drew more attention was part of her hesitancy, but more than anything else, she had probably never had someone be this brazen.

  One of her friends, though shocked, pushed her gently to get out of her seat. “Umm… sure, that would be great.” I had chosen the right girl. I held her hand and walked to an empty booth. On the way, I caught a waitress wearing only tassles and a thong and told her to bring Grey Goose tonics to the table immediately.

  The girl I was holding just stared at me and I could feel her pulse racing at the way that I spoke to the waitress. She knew that I was someone important, and I’d chosen her over anyone else. We sat down, and almost immediately, the waitress brought the drinks.

  “How’d you know that I was drinking vodka tonics?” she asked.

  “I own this club, and though it may look like I deal with sex and liquor, in truth, I deal in people: their fantasies, their desires, and their favorite drinks. I can tell what you’d like by the way that you move, by the way that you speak, and the way that you dress. The more important thing is that I can tell what you’d like me to do to your body just as easily as I can tell what type of drink you’d like.”

  “Well, then tell me what I’d like you to do. The last I’d heard, not even women understood how a woman’s mind worked.”

  “I’ll tell you that, right now, you desperately want your heart to stop beating so fast because you’re scared that I’ll notice how nervous you are. You already decided that you’d sleep with me if I asked, but more than anything, you want to know what my lips taste like.”

  The woman looked down at her drink for a second before taking a sip through the tiny straw. As she stirred it, she looked up and said, “That’s an impressive tale, but you’re wrong.” She smiled back at me, and I did something that she didn’t expect.

  I stood up and walked to her side of the booth, leaving my drink behind. I reached my hand to her cheek and lightly grazed it with my thumb. She closed her eyes at my touch as though electricity flowed directly from my fingertips to the pleasure centers of her body. I leaned in, and lightly pressed my lips to hers. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue, but I had no desire to be kind. I ran my hands to the back of her head and lightly gripped her hair, not enough to cause pain, but enough to show that I had control.

  My lips pressed harder to hers and my tongue invaded her mouth. Her tongue tried to dance with mine, but I immediately bit her lip and moved to her neck, nibbling on her goosebump-covered flesh as I moved. My hand pulled her head back to give me better access to her neck, and she let out a moan. The sound of the club drowned out the noise, but I could feel the vibrations flow through her body and into mine.

  I released her body and said, “You’re a liar. I wasn’t wrong at all, and now I’m going to tell you what you want to hear. I want to take you home with me right now. I want to show you what it’s like to experience sex that makes more than your body quake with pleasure. I want to make you fantasize about tonight for the rest of your night.”

  She was breathless at my words and actions, and she simply nodded her head in acceptance of my proposal. I took her to my Corvette in the back of the club, and when she got inside, I told her, “Take off your panties and bra.” She hesitated as though she was going to argue, but then pulled her panties off from under her skirt. She had trouble unclasping her bra, but finally managed to do it. Her underwear sat in her lap as I pulled out of the parking lot, and I was sure that it was the first time that someone had commanded her to face a fear. The submissive inside of her was coming out.

  She was petrified. Most women would want to talk, but she understood that this wasn’t about getting to know each other. It was about me taking her body to places it had never been before. In both of our minds, she was no different than a virgin getting ready for her first time. I drove like a bat out of hell down the freeway, and her hands clutched the armrests tightly.

  When I pulled up to my house, she let out a breath in surprise. “This is your house?”

  “Yes, I’m very good at many things, but the important one for you tonight is that I’m exceptionally good at making a woman feel things that she’s never felt before.”

  I opened my door and walked around to open hers. She carried her bra and panties to the door, and after I unlocked the door, I turned to her for another kiss. This time, I grasped her face between my hands and held her in place as I took the kiss from her.

  I turned back around to the door and invited her in. She was still panting from the kiss as the door shut behind us.
I walked up behind her as she looked around. Without a word, I pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the ground. Then I pulled the skirt to the ground, and she stood before me completely nude. Her first instinct was to cover up, but I held her hands down to her side, forcing her underwear from her hands.

  My eyes traveled the length of her body. She was embarrassed, but there was no reason. She was beautiful in a girl-next-door way, and her innocence was so rare in my world that I had a hard time reminding myself that she needed to be taken through that gateway slowly.

  Innocence is a strange thing. For those who held innocence within them, the experienced people in the world flew to them like moths to a flame. Yet, instead of bursting into flame, they smothered the flame and showed the candle just how dark the world could be as they guided the innocent. Once that innocent was lost, there was no turning around. No way back to the light of the normal world. It became an addiction. Pain, domination, submission, and degradation would be constant yearnings for the newly initiated.

  Chapter 8: An Introduction to Pain and Ecstasy

  I picked her small frame up and carried it to my bedroom. The lush duvet swallowed her up as I threw her to the bed. The entire time that I had carried her, I had felt her heart beating so fast that I wondered if it was trying to escape her chest. Unlike most women that I fucked, there was no look of enjoyment on her face. It was a combination of lust and panic that had held her eyes wide. I kicked off my shoes and threw my jacket to the ground.

  I spread her legs wide and dipped my tongue into the entrance of pussy. Her sparse hair tickled my lips, but her moans urged me on. I unbuttoned my shirt as I lapped at the juices that flowed freely from inside of her, and her hands rested in my hair. She didn’t try to press my face harder against her flesh, and in truth, she probably didn’t even know what she wanted.

  As the last button came undone, I threw the shirt to the ground next to my coat. My belt was undone, and I was working on getting my pants undone as quickly as possible. My tongue left her, and my lips embraced her pussy lips as I sucked and licked. As my pants and boxers fell to the ground, I stood up to take off my socks, and for the first time, this unnamed woman saw my naked body. She stared in obvious wonder first at the rippling muscles that covered my chest, abs and legs, but after the first glance, she saw the numerous scars that adorned my body.

  It was the same with most women that have never been with a man who had lived with the fear of death as a constant companion. I was not the typical man that you’d find at a bar. If only she knew what I had done only minutes before I’d bought her a drink. That was why I didn’t spend time with women like her very often.

  “What are all of those scars from?” she asked, true concern about my past filling her voice.

  “They’re the reason I’m who I am. A constant reminder of the things that I’ve survived. That’s all I’m going to say about them, though. Tonight is not about our histories or personalities. It’s about experiencing new things, and it’s about feelings that you’ll never forget.”

  I climbed on top of her, my legs pushing her legs closed so that I could straddle her thighs. My lips went to hers, and my hands began to run over her body. My nails grazed her skin, sending shivers through her. She kissed me back, and this time her hands went to the back of my head to pull me tighter to her.

  One of my hands caught her hands and pulled them above her, making her defenseless to my lips and hand. I slid my legs backwards so that I could kiss her neck. My other hand squeezed her tit fiercely and I dug my nails in. She tried to get away, but I held her tightly underneath me. She continued to moan with pleasure even though my nails were leaving crimson marks on her breasts as they drew blood.

  I moved further down, and began to kiss the flesh around her nipple, never actually touching the bud that begged to be sucked. Her back arched, and I released her wrists. My finger caressed her clit, and I pulled my head away from her tit to say, “Lay in the center of the bed.”

  I stood up and pulled the cuffs and chains from the posts of the bed and secured the young woman’s wrists. She tested them and suddenly fear filled her eyes, and she began to beg me to release her. I knew that it was only a fleeting fear. Once she began to feel the pleasure flow through her body, she would be begging me not to stop.

  My hand found her pussy wet and begging, and I pressed my palm heavily against her lips as I began to kiss and lick on her stomach. Her words became unintelligible mumblings as the instinctual side of her warred with the side that had begged for release. My teeth grazed her nipple lightly and she let out a low groan as her lust won out over fear. Her hips began to gyrate against my palm, and her obvious desire filled my cock with need. I spread her legs and plunged my cock into her begging pussy.

  She pulled tightly against her restraints, and she tried to close her legs as shivering electricity flowed through her body. Her pussy felt so good around my cock. Warm silk massaged me as I filled her completely. I wrapped my hand around her neck and her eyes snapped open as my fingers constricted around her.

  I never stopped pounding as she struggled underneath me. I didn’t choke her for long, and after about ten seconds, I released her. She gasped for breath out of shock rather than an actual need for air. Then I lightly slapped her face, and I could feel her pussy tighten up even more.

  “How does that feel, slut? Do you like it when I slap and choke you?” My cock was still slamming against her back wall, and she was completely lost within the fog of desire.

  “Yes. Yes, it feels amazing!” I choked her again. This time for more like thirty seconds, and as I released her, I felt her pussy tighten up as she let out a deep moan of pleasure and arched her back. I started to fuck her even harder and she began begging for it.

  I didn’t comply, though. I pulled my cock out of her and got into a 69 position. I didn’t put my cock in her mouth at first, though. I wanted to hear her moan and beg for more as I licked her clit into another orgasm.

  My tongue pressed hard against her clit, and she writhed underneath me. I knew that she was hypersensitive, and that the electricity would be almost unbearable. I didn’t care, though. She was going to cum again before she’d even calmed down from the last one. I pressed two fingers deep into her cunt and made a “come here” motion.

  “Please stop,” she begged. I knew that she’d be cumming for my tongue soon enough, and as I found her G-spot, I pressed hard against it and began to make circles inside of her, constantly putting pressure on it. My tongue flicked across her clit, and she tried to buck me off of her. I was unmovable, and within seconds, I felt the fluid start to spray from her pussy as she screamed in ecstasy and squirted all over the bed.

  I stopped licking for a few seconds, but my fingers softly continued to tickle the inside of her pussy. Every time they touched her G-spot, she jumped a little. I could feel her breathing deeply below my cock, every breath making my cock twitch a little. I wondered what she was thinking right then.

  I slowly lowered my cock to her lips and she started sucking her juices off of it. That wasn’t what I was interested in, though. I began to push farther and farther into her mouth. I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the back of her throat, and after I had stopped there several times, I finally forced it down her throat. She immediately began bucking against me again.

  I was kind enough to pull it out of her throat, and she coughed and gagged, but as soon as she had caught her breath I pushed my cock back down her throat. I looked down and saw that she was leaking pussy juice again. She was enjoying it like I had thought she would. She had enjoyed being choked, and now she was really enjoying being choked by my cock.

  When I pulled my cock out of her throat this time, I said, “Have you ever had your throat thoroughly fucked, whore?”

  “No,” she said with lust in her voice. She craned her neck up to take the head of my cock into her mouth again, and this time, I didn’t take it easy. I pushed my cock all the way into her throat until I could
feel her lips touch my balls. Her entire body was shaking underneath me, and I began to thrust into her willing mouth. After three or four thrusts, I pulled out and she coughed and sputtered, but immediately took my cock back into her mouth.

  I began to fuck her mouth like I had fucked her cunt. Then I started to lick her drenched pussy, and I shoved three fingers into her. I felt the back of her pussy press my fingers out as another orgasm overcame her body. I withdrew my cock again, and she moaned loudly as the waves of pleasure rolled through her. She’d remember this night forever, and more than likely would never be able to replicate it.

  I shoved my cock back into her throat, and this time, I put my pinky into her asshole. I’d be cumming in her ass tonight. “I bet it’s virgin,” I thought to myself. I was getting bored with the no-longer innocent woman laying on her back. I wanted to beat her ass hard enough to where she would be reminded of it for the rest of the week.

  I pulled out of her mouth and climbed off of her. I unlocked the cuffs around her wrists. “Get on your hands and knees. You’ve got more orgasms waiting. Three is not nearly enough for you.”