3. Chapter Three

He had called me my little one. Eyes closed, I leaned back into him, finally allowing our skin to touch. Lightning zapped between us, some kind of static electricity, an almost violent spark that had us both gasping.

Jumping apart, he stared at me intently, his eyes searching my face for something. I could see him in my peripheral vision, but I didn’t acknowledge him. Didn’t turn to look at him. I was too caught up in everything I was feeling. Like the spark between us, my mind zapped, doors closing while others opened. My brain felt fuzzy and muddled, yet somehow I felt more alive than I ever had before. Sounds, smells, touch was intensified until I couldn’t think, I could only feel.

His hard dick pressed against my ass, thick and long, had my mouth salivating yet dry and needing moisture. To my inexperienced self he felt huge, and my untouched hole clenched, slick dampening my backside just thinking about what it would feel like to have him split me apart. What it would feel like when he filled me with that hard thickness.

“Yes,” I sighed, my voice barely making any sound. Finally, I answered his question from a minute earlier. From before we had touched. Before electricity seemed to spring from our skin. Before the very essence of him had surrounded me with his bulk, his heat, his scent, and all his alpha pheromones. The word is barely a coherent sound, more breathy air than anything, but the simple word hung suspended between us.

His rough hands, so much wider than my thin ones, skimmed lightly down my sides. Down my waist to my jutting hipbones. His mouth close enough to my earlobe to make me shiver. “Strip.”

“Yes,” I gulped, need racing through my body so fast my knees almost buckled. Quickly I remembered to tack on, “Sir.”

When I’d been doing my reading and research, and porn watching, I had thought I might find it difficult to address someone in such a formal, polite manner while engaged in sexual activities. That I would forget, or think it was just too strange to do so. Worse, that I wouldn’t find it a turn on. Sir was how I addressed superiors, colleagues, peers, my parents’ friends.

How wrong I had been.

The word slipped easily from my lips, like I’d been addressing him that way my entire life. Though the muddiness clouding my brain made it hard for me to remember to add it to the end of my sentences. With practice, I was sure I would remember.

I must have taken too long to start the process of ridding myself of my clothes, because he nipped at my earlobe with his sharp teeth. “Now, boy. I’m getting tired of you making me wait. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

My entire body shivered at his use of the word boy. My. Entire. Body. My hole pulsed and slick dripped from it. I was embarrassingly wet, but my Goddess, how I liked when he growled the word boy. My dick really liked it. It jerked and hardened when he called me that, until I was throbbing painfully in my pants. I released the button on my slacks, breathing a small sigh of relief now that my dick had some breathing room. He hadn’t given me permission to free my dick, but since I was already going to be punished, I figured I’d take my chances.

He–AlphaDom, because no names and I didn’t have a clue what else to call him besides Sir–leaned casually against the desk in the room. Like he had all the time in the world, his body loose and relaxed as his dark eyes contemplated me. But there was an underlying air of danger that moved in the air around him. His casual stance was a lie to throw someone off. To lure them with a false sense of trust.

This man was a predator and I was his prey.

There was never a time that I had ever shed my clothes faster than that night. I didn’t care where they fell, or take the time to pick them up and fold them, like I normally would have.

I stood naked in front of him, tall and thin. My long, thin dick rock hard, and jutting out proudly from the nest of sandy brown curls that surrounded it. The tip leaking while slick ran down my ass cheeks. The sweet scent of it filled the room, hanging heavy in the space between us.

His nose twitched, the only indication he gave that he could smell just how much my body craved him. I had never produced this much slick before, but then I had never been in the presence of an alpha like him before either. Never been in any kind of sexual situation to warrant the copious amount of slick that was dripping down the back of my thighs.

His dark gaze perused me just like he had in the doorway. He missed not an inch of my bare skin, from the top of my wild hair to my long, thin bare feet. Finally, he pushed away from the desk, walking around me in another slow circle. I could feel his eyes on the slope of my back, the cheeks of my ass, my long, thin thighs. When one warm hand cupped one of my damp ass cheeks, I startled.

He kneaded my firm yet soft flesh for a few seconds, using both hands to cup the ample globes of my bubble butt. Pulling them apart far enough that I could feel the cool air in the room ghost over my puckered hole.

He dropped to his knees in a smooth, agile move and I felt his warm breath there. It heated and cooled my slick, and another full body shiver raced through me, causing me to shake like I was in the throes of a high fever.

“What a pretty hole you have, boy. I can’t wait to see it all red and puffy when I’m done with it, gaping open with my cum dripping out of it.”

If I had thought my dick couldn’t get any harder than it already was, it proved me wrong with his dirty, descriptive words.

Standing, he moved to the edge of the bed and sank down onto it, his thick thighs bulging. “Safe word?”

Fuck.I’d been trying to come up with the perfect safe word for months in anticipation of when I would finally be in a position to need one, and nothing had felt right so far.

When he continued to silently stare at me with that hard look on his face, that for whatever reason I found sexy as fuck, I blurted, “Star Wars.”

It was the first thing that popped into my head and I had no idea why. He snorted in what I hoped was amusement, but he didn’t question my choice further.

“As a standard, I use the traffic light system. Green for everything is good. Yellow for slow down, let’s talk about things. Red, or your safe word, and everything stops. You can safe word at any time, for any reason. No questions asked and no repercussions. Though I might want to talk about what went wrong, what youre feeling, and if we can change anything to continue or completely stop for the night.” He explained clinically. “Are you good with that?”

“Yes, Sir.” Because he hadn’t directed me to move yet, I didn’t.

“Good. Now come over here, across my knees.”

This was really happening.

Spanking was one of the kinks I’d wanted to explore for a long time. Not just as a form of punishment, but it would be one of my first picks if I had a say in any kind of discipline. Reading about domestic discipline had intrigued me. It too was something I wanted to try if I found the right person. I knew that domestic discipline was different than being spanked as a form of punishment.

Dick swinging, I made my way over to him slowly and gingerly draped myself over his knees. It was a little strange and slightly embarrassing. In a way it made me feel like a child, until I became aware of his very hard dick pushing against me. For a moment, a wave of panic surged through me at the thought of him stretching and filling my virgin hole, replacing my earlier lust for the very same thing. Heat washed over me at the thought of him entering me. Desire mixed with the slight tinge of panic, and it felt like my cheeks were on fire when I hid my face against the scratchy bedspread.

His hand smoothed down the middle of my shoulder blades, and over my ample rump. I sighed at his strong, sure touch, letting the air out of my lungs with a soft whooshing noise.

“You listed spanking as one of your kinks,” he kneaded my ass, and I almost couldn’t focus on his words. My head was all cloudy and mushy again, being this close to him. Touching him. His alpha pheromones wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. “As a punishment or a pleasure?”

It took me a few seconds longer than it should have for me to understand what he was asking. “Both?”

I could almost feel him trying not to smile at the way I made my answer sound like a question. My voice was laced with uncertainty, like I was taking a pop quiz over material I hadn’t read yet.

“Is this your first spanking?” The kneading had stopped, but now his extra-large hand ghosted softly over the mounds of my ass cheeks. Goosebumps pebbled my skin, despite the heat that washed over me in undulating waves from his touch.

I could lie and tell him I’d been spanked plenty of times. But for some reason, I just knew he’d be able to tell I was lying to him. And I found myself wanting to be honest with him. I didn’t know him from a stranger on the street, but there was something about him that just made me feel safe. Like it was okay to be me–Wyatt–the real me. The version of me I kept buried so deep inside myself, I was afraid he might be lost forever if I didn’t do something drastic to rescue him.

The fact that I knew I would never see this stranger again was part of the appeal to tell him the truth. But it went beyond that. There was something about this alpha that made me want to open my mouth and tell him things. Tell him all my truths. All my wants, desires, and fantasies.

“Yes.” The word was a mere whisper.

He sighed, then sat me up on my feet so fast the blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy. When I stumbled forward, he caught me and sat me down next to him on the soft bed. In another quick, agile move, he was in front of me. On his knees on the hotel carpet, his elbows resting on each side of my slim hips, boxing me in. Trapping me, yet not.

It was a heady feeling, powerful. Looking down at this big alpha in front of me, on his knees.

“What have you done?” His rough voice was low, demanding, and I knew not responding to his question wasn’t an option.

Again, I thought about making up some outlandish story of experiences I didn’t possess. Instead, I huffed, “Nothing.”

My arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and I could feel my face turning bright pink with the flush of embarrassment.

I knew what was coming. He’d end this scene before we even got started. He stared at me for a full minute, narrowed eyes missing nothing. Nearly black orbs met hazel, neither of us speaking, blinking, or backing down. Barely daring to breathe.

“What do you want to do tonight?” His voice was soft, a gentleness overriding his brusque tone from earlier.

His question startled me, and without thinking I blurted, “Everything.”