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  Ais forAlpha

  By

  Bella Bordeaux

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

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  Chapter 1

  “Get your ass in here, we’re going to be late.” My roommate bellowed across the apartment at me. It was nine at night and we were running late. Friends were supposed to be meeting us in an hour at a new club and I was still applying mascara in the mirror.

  “Working on it, bitch,” I yelled and couldn’t help but smile. I had known Kate since preschool. She knew me better than anyone else in the world. No way could I be roommates with anyone other than her.

  She came around the corner, teetering on red peek-toe heels. “Get your shoes on, you look great.”

  I rolled my eyes and reached for the lipstick on the corner of the vanity. “Fine, fine,” I said.

  “Maddie, seriously, you don’t need any makeup. You’re gorgeous as you are.”

  I didn’t believe her. I never did. Makeup was what kept me looking as good as she did. She was the one who actually had done modeling work in high school. I was a late bloomer. It wasn’t until a year ago that I dropped my baby fat, or at least that’s what I liked to say. Actually, if you listened to Kate, she said it moved up to my boobs. I had to admit, my rack has never looked better.

  We grabbed our purses and took the stairs carefully down to the ground floor. There were upsides and downsides to living in Brooklyn. Rent was cheaper, but getting from the apartment to the city took about forty five minutes.

  The only good thing was that we were taking a taxi so we didn’t have to wait for the Subways tonight. I preferred taxis when it was late at night and we were dressed for clubbing. The city was relatively safe, but I liked to err on the side of caution.

  Janey and Mischa were already in line at the club. They waved us down and we went up to them, much to the annoyance of everyone else in line. Whatever. It’s not like I haven’t been cut off a thousand times before.

  “What took you guys so long?” Janey asked. She had knee high boots on, a mini skirt, and some kind of chain link top on that shimmered when she moved.

  “My fault,” I said.

  “I don’t know why you guys don’t move into the city,” Mischa commented. She was wearing a micro dress and heels and kept holding onto Janey for support. I never could understand why she strapped herself into heels so high she could barely walk.

  “Money,” Kate and I said at the same time.

  The bodyguard asked us for our IDs and we already had them in hand. He stamped our hands and let us in without having to pay a cover charge.

  “Ladies night?” I asked him.

  He winked at me. “Every night here is ladies night.”

  “Bonus,” Mischa giggled as she walked into the club behind us.

  The music was loud, the lights were flashing all over the place, and it was packed.

  “Ummm,” I turned to Kate. She stood wide eyed, staring at the same thing I was. Everyone was scarcely dressed and the dance floor was filled with couples practically dry humping.

  “It’s one of those clubs,” she said to me, as if this suddenly was news to me.

  I had certainly heard of the sex clubs, but never ventured into one. Curiosity was certainly getting the best of me because I couldn’t stop looking away. It was in a place like this, though, that I wished I had a boyfriend.

  “Did they know it was this kind of club?” I asked Kate, nodding in the direction of Mischa and Janey. We looked over to see them watching everything with wide eyes and started laughing.

  “Well that answers that,” I said.

  “We need to get out of here,” Kate said and waved the girls over to come up with a plan.

  Mischa apologized. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I had no idea that it was a sex club. They need to label these places better,” she laughed. “We can just go to our usual spot two blocks away.”

  Janey and Kate nodded in agreement.

  “Come on,” Kate said, turning to me.

  I was absorbed in the atmosphere and my head was spinning with it all.

  “Actually,” I said, “I think I’m gonna hang out here for a while. I’ll catch up with you later.”

  “Seriously?” Kate asked.

  I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

  “Ummm, okay,” she said. “You sure?”

  I nodded again and gave her a hug. “Go have fun. I’ll meet up soon.”

  The three of them left and I walked over to the bar so I could grab a drink and get a better view of what was going on here.

  Chapter 2

  “Can I buy you a drink?”

  I looked over to see a man wearing jeans and a smile. He had his shirt off, giving me the opportunity to see the washboard abs he boasted. His dark brown hair was tousled and he exuded sex.

  I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

  “Let me rephrase that then. I’m buying you a drink.”

  “Okay, then,” I said, staring at the empty stool next to me and wondering if he was going to take a seat.

  He sat down. “Daniel,” he said, extending his hand.

  I laughed and took it. “Madison, ummm, Maddie.”

  “That’s a beautiful name, Maddie,” he said and didn’t let go of my hand.

  “Thanks,” I said, staring into his eyes. No man should be this sexy. “I like your name, too.” I inwardly rolled my eyes, wondering what the hell I was even doing.

  “Don’t.”

  “Don’t what?” I asked.

  “If you get a compliment, don’t feel like you have to give one back. Your name is beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

  I blushed.

  “So that drink?”

  I nodded. “Cosmo?”

  He got the bartender’s attention immediately and I wondered what the trick was. Daniel took a step closer to me and I could feel as though heat was pulsating off of him. It made me want to scoot closer to him, but I didn’t dare.

  Kate had left. So had all of our friends. Somehow, I stayed. I don’t really know what kept me here, but now I’m glad I chose to stay.

  “Who are you?” I asked, looking up at him. I realized how it came out and before I had a chance to clarify, he started to answer.

  “Short term memory?” He laughed and it was one of those deep laughs that did strange things to my insides. He was going to get me into some trouble, I could feel it.

  “What I meant was –“

  “I know what you meant. I’m a stockbroker. I’ve lived in New York for about fifteen years. What else do you want to know?”

  The bartender delivered my Cosmo and I took a careful sip before responding. “Stockbroker?” My eyes trailed down his bare chest and I couldn’t believe that this was hiding under a suit most of the time.

  “Okay, so it doesn’t look like I’m a stockbroker. I think it’s important to have a hobby.”

  I laughed. “What’s your hobby?”

  He looked around at the club. “Well I thought that was obvious. I like to fuck.”

  “Oh.” Everything inside me felt as if it was on fire. This man was definitely going to get me into trouble.

  “Grab your drink, I want to show you around.” Daniel stood up.

  I hesitated, but did as he requested.

  He stood a few inches taller than me and held out his hand so I could slide off the bar stool gracefully. He handed me my martini glass and I followed him around the club. There were a few stripper poles that were being used by some women at the moment. There was also a cage where a woman was dancing.

  We came to a set of double doors. “What’s in there?”

  Daniel smiled at me. “That’s where the magic ha
ppens.”

  “What magic might that be?” I asked.

  “You’ve never been to a club like this before, have you?” He asked, giving me a serious look.

  Guess there was no hiding it. I shook my head. “That obvious?”

  “There’s a first for everything,” he said, not making a big deal of it. “What made you decide to come in?”

  I told him about how a friend suggested it, but we didn’t know it was this kind of club.

  “So they left and you stayed?”

  I nodded.

  “So there’s interest in what goes on here. That’s good,” he smiled and his eyes lit up.

  I felt like my whole body was shaking and was wondering just how obvious it was. This man had a magnetic pull unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  “Why don’t we grab a couch over there,” he nodded with his head, “and I can answer some questions you have.”

  “Okay,” I said. “And then we go through the double doors?” I asked, wondering what the hell was actually back there.

  “Well, that depends.”

  “On?”

  “If you want to fuck,” he said with a grin and gave my hand a tug towards the couch.

  My panties were soaked and he hadn’t even fucking touched me.

  I sat on the couch and he sat right next to me, leaving no room in between us. The cushions were soft and I bounced into him when he took his seat.

  “Before we get any further,” he said in a low, rough voice, “I need to kiss these lips.”

  His lips were on mine before I had a chance to say anything. Sparks flew left and right and he deepened the kiss. My mouth opened and his tongue swam into mine. Goosebumps ran up and down my arms. His hands went into my hair and pulled the clip out. My brown hair came tumbling down over his hands and my shoulders.

  “Amazing,” he said and finally pulled back. I took a deep breath and set my hand on the arm of the couch to steady myself. “That was intense.”

  I nodded. That may have been the best kiss of my life.

  “So I told you to ask questions. I don’t want to assume you do or don’t know anything about these clubs, so ask anything.”

  I took the final sip of my Cosmo and set it down on the table in front of us. “Okay, so it’s a sex club,” I said first, confirming my suspicions.

  “Technically, swingers club.”

  I’d heard the term, but wasn’t sure if I knew all of what that encompassed.

  “Couples come here and swap partners. Sometimes it’s a complete swap and other times it’s group sex,” Daniel explained. “It gets pretty kinky,” he smiled.

  “But,” I said, and hesitated because I was about to make an assumption, “you’re single.”

  “I am. They allow single men and women into the club as well. This allows couples to add a third to their play for the night, or for single men and women to hook up.”

  “Right. Okay.” I didn’t even know what to say. I’ve read erotica. I’ve watched porn. I certainly wasn’t the innocent virgin-type. I was all too aware that the ball was in my court. If I said I was interested, we would go into the room behind the black doors and fuck. It had been months for me, and that’s because I worked entirely more than what was healthy.

  “What else do you want to know?” He asked.

  His comment from earlier came back to me, about his hobby being fucking. “You’re clean?”

  “Of course. The people in this lifestyle get tested more than anyone else. And condoms are a must.”

  That made sense.

  “I haven’t fucked as many women as you probably think,” he whispered into my ear.

  That made me feel better. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a thought going through my head. Fuck it. I was an adult, this man was sexy as hell, and I wanted to get laid.

  “Let’s do this,” I stood up and adjusted my skirt.

  Daniel stood up next to me and gave my ass a smack. “Don’t worry about your skirt, it’s going to be on the floor in a few minutes,” he smiled.

  He took me by the hand and walked to the double doors. We went through them and to a small podium-style desk where one woman and a large male security guard stood. Daniel handed over a card and she handed us two towels. The security guard asked for our phones and he set them in a cubby.

  “Thanks,” Daniel said and we walked through another set of double doors.

  Nothing he could have said would have prepared me for any of this. There were beds on either side of the room, with people in various stages of fucking. There were couches in the middle, where some people sat, watching the goings on.

  I squeezed Daniel’s hand a little harder.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said.

  I nodded. “People watch?”

  “If we want them to. Or we go into a private room in the back.”

  “Private room sounds good,” I said.

  “Sure,” he said. “Though having people watch you fuck can be one hell of an experience.”

  I didn’t doubt what he was saying. I always knew I had some kind of exhibitionist streak in me, but this was my first time with Daniel, and I didn’t want an audience.

  We walked past the beds and into a hallway where there were four rooms on either side. There were windows where you could see in, but some people had the curtains closed for privacy.

  An attendant smiled at us and opened an unoccupied room. “Clean sheets. Just let me know when you’re done,” the woman said.

  Daniel nodded at her and closed the door after me. He set the towels on a small stool and closed the curtains.

  I stood next to the king-sized bed, looking down at it. It was a small room, with red and purple paint on the walls. It all looked clean, but it was obvious that the room was for fucking and only fucking. There was no décor except for a mirror on the wall behind the bed.

  There was awkward silence for a moment.

  Daniel kicked off his shoes and walked towards me. “Take off your shirt,” he said.

  I wasn’t used to a man taking that kind of lead before. I took it off without thinking twice about it.

  He set it on the stool next to the towels and turned to me. He bent to press his lips into my chest. My breasts were pressed high in the push up bra that I wore. His arms wrapped around me and unclasped the bra in seconds. He tossed the bra to the stool and held my breasts in his hands. He raised each nipple to his lips, as if praising them individually.

  “Lie down,” he said.

  I unbuckled my heels, holding onto his chest as I did so. It was already wet with perspiration, and I was glad to know I wasn’t the only one who seemed to be sweating with excitement.

  I laid down on the bed, aware that I wore only a skirt and a pair of soaking wet panties.

  Daniel looked down at me and unbuckled his belt. I could already see that he was straining at the zipper to release his cock.

  I reached up to help him.

  “No,” Daniel smiled.

  “Okay,” I said, and I started on the zipper of my skirt.

  “Did I tell you to take that off yet?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I will tell you when it’s time.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “Okay.” It was about time I met a true alpha. I enjoyed being the submissive in the bedroom, but it never seemed to work out that way.

  He unzipped and his cock popped out. He let out a sigh of relief and I let out a gasp. He was definitely sizeable, in length and girth. Some women would be intimidated by a cock like that, but I couldn’t wait for it.

  “Do you want it?” he asked, looking down at me.

  I licked my lips. “Yes.”

  He took a step closer, allowing me just enough of it to lick the tip. I scooted to the edge of the bed to get more of his length and he took a step back. I rolled onto my back in frustration.

  He came up and unzipped the skirt I had already unbuttoned. He shimmied it down my hips and put it in the c
orner with the rest of my clothes. Then he took his jeans the rest of the way off. My panties were the only thing separating the two of us. He placed a condom on the bed and it made me aware that this was actually going to happen.

  Daniel climbed onto the bed and let his fingers slide up my thighs. “Your panties are soaked,” he whispered.

  My cheeks burned red.

  “No need to be embarrassed. You saw how hard I’ve been,” he said. “Let’s just get these off of you.” His fingers hooked over the waistband of my panties and he tugged them down. Then off to the corner they went.

  “Can I touch you?” I asked, wanting nothing more than to wrap my hands around his cock.

  He nodded and laid on his side next to me. He tucked hair behind my ear and leaned in to kiss me. One of his hands rested at the base of my skull, cradling my head and pulling me ever so slightly towards him.

  I let out a soft moan and my hand wandered down. He was still very much hard and I wrapped my hand around the length, going up and down to get a good idea for what I was working with.

  His free hand traced down my hips, across my pelvic bone, and down to the apex of my thighs. One finger slid into my wetness and I moaned into his mouth.

  “I thought I’d be able to take my time with you,” Daniel said.

  “But you can’t?” I asked.

  “Not if you’re going to keep pumping my cock and moaning into my mouth like a fucking nymph.”

  I laughed. I couldn’t help it. No one has ever talked to me like that and it was so invigorating. I felt like such a slut with him, but I was having fun with it. That probably sounded wrong, but it felt so fucking good that I didn’t care.

  Daniel reached past me to get the foil packet. He ripped it open and handed me the packet.

  I held it and looked at him.

  He rolled onto his back. “Put it on,” he said.

  I slid down the bed a little bit and put his cock in my mouth. I slid up and down on it for a moment, getting it nice and wet with my saliva.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, but his eyes never stopped watching me.

  I finally took the condom out of the wrapper, pinched the tip, and then slid it down his length. He went to move, but I pushed him down playfully.