The Alpha's Domination (2 page)

“I’m not going to let it get that far. I’ve got a
handle on everything. Dawn needs guidance and care. I’m not going to rush her
just because my wolf demands more.” If he rushed Dawn all the work they’d put
in together on their relationship would be over. As much as he’d love to spread
her open and fuck her from sunrise to sunset, he knew he craved more.

“We trust you,” Jake said.

The look Dave and Bill sent him told him another
story. They trusted him, but with Dawn they were starting to doubt his
leadership.

It was time to put Dawn in the picture of what she was
doing to him.

****

Twirling the straw in her glass, Dawn watched the
liquid swirl around. She’d been sitting at the bar for the last hour. The
sounds of feminine and masculine moans filled the air.
Kinkster’s
wasn’t like many BDSM clubs. The bar didn’t sell liquor but cups of tea, coffee,
espresso, or in her case, sodas. She loved drinking soda. The taste was so
refreshing, reminding
her a
lot of her youth when life
was easy, simple. Life had stopped being simple at her transition when her life
had changed forever. Dawn held a secret that she couldn’t tell anyone, not even
her own father. She was wolf, through and through, and only her need to be
controlled set her apart from others within her pack. Spinning around in her
seat, she looked at the people before her. Some of the people were human mates
while many of them were wolves. Her pack was in the territory three towns over,
and she came to
Kinkster’s
as none of them did. None
of her pack ever believed in BDSM. She’d heard what they said when this club
opened.

Running fingers through her hair, she watched a woman
who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned. Her tender white flesh blushed
a nice
rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some
misdemeanor. The scene left Dawn’s cunt creaming. Her skin was dark, and it
took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. She knew as she’d been told
before. Finding a man to become her Master or Dom had put her in some bad
situations. The men within her pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to
woman, let alone punishing her. She wished she could say as much for one woman
in the pack. Dawn closed her eyes as memories flooded her at what she’d done to
herself. She’d gone out amongst the humans to find what she craved. Her fear
and need had disguised the natural scent of the people around her.

The first man she allowed herself to be free with had
tied her up for two days and whipped her body leaving blood trailing down to
the floor. He’d been a sadist of the worst kind. While he’d been in his high of
thinking he was hurting her, he let slip that he’d killed a woman because she
couldn’t handle his kind of punishment.

Her wolf hadn’t liked that and had come out of her
haze to kill him. She had turned her hands into claws and torn him apart. For a
long time she’d stared at the mess she created of the man then took care of the
evidence. He was scum, and no one missed him. After her first disaster in BDSM,
she’d decided to leave it alone. Wanting pain, needing pain, and craving pain
had to be pushed aside. The pain she craved that no matter what anyone did to
her, she couldn’t feel. She couldn’t allow herself to become vulnerable to
anyone. Wolves were not submissive and did not enjoy that bite of pain to get
them off, nor did they hunt for someone to hurt them in the hope of feeling it.
She didn’t know why she was different from the others in her pack, but out of
fear she didn’t ask anyone what they experienced.

The couples she saw in the pack were always sweet
together. Her first time had been awful, and the guy she’d shared it with had held
her down as he rode her body hard. The only thing she recalled liking was being
held down and the fact she couldn’t feel anything as he bit her during his
release. From that point her need to find pain had only grown. Her wolf knew
what she wanted, and so did Dawn.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

Dawn followed the sound to see a man embracing his
submissive. He wore a pair of jeans, and that was all. His arms were around his
woman, and he stroked her hair. “Next time you’ll take care, won’t you?” he
asked.

Her curiosity got the better of her, and she found
herself watching the couple. She didn’t know their names or their relationship
to each other. The scent coming off them told her they were both wolves.

“Tara didn’t take any precautions while she was out
shopping and walked in front of an oncoming bus. If Dale hadn’t been close by,
she’d have lost their unborn baby, and could have been killed. We can withstand
a lot, but a head on collision with a bus is pushing it a bit,” Daniel said,
sitting beside her.

Fisting her hands on her knees, she tried to fight the
need to look at him.

You’re mates.
Stop fighting
it
.

According to Daniel they were mates, but she didn’t
trust the feelings going through her body. She’d been in such awful
predicaments that she didn’t have the first clue what to believe anymore. Her
wolf craved his harsh punishment as did she, yet they were both cautious, their
past mistakes and cravings making them wary.

He stared at her. All his male perfection taunted her
with what she could have and held
herself
away from.
Was he here to mock her?

He’d never do that to you. Stop treating him like the others.

She forced herself to look at him and then wished she
hadn’t. Daniel wasn’t wearing a shirt like most of the men in the club.
However, when Daniel was semi-naked, she couldn’t focus on anything but his revealed
flesh. His usually pale skin was tanned from the hours he spent in the sun. The
same skin was covered in different kinds of ink. None of the ink was colored or
elaborate. The designs were in black ink, pretty simple, yet they stood out on
his body, which was strong, thick, and muscular. He made her mouth water when
she simply looked at him. She quickly glanced down at her skirt, wishing she’d
put something more on. When Daniel stood beside her, he made her feel small,
delicate. Her size sixteen curves next to him felt like nothing. He pulsed with
energy and power. The Alpha wolf inside him exuded everything she wanted in a
man and a leader.

Don’t trust.

Her wolf’s inner warnings made her tense up.

“Look at me, Dawn.”

He spoke harshly. Her body awakened once again, and
she looked at him. His black hair hung over his face brushing the tops of his
eyes. Daniel didn’t have a lot of hair, but he had enough of it that she
was left wanting
to run her fingers through it. His brown
gaze was focused entirely on her. She shivered at the power, the slight hint of
amber as his wolf came to the surface.

Mate.

“Thank you for telling me,” she said. “Are they your
wolves?”

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing.
I was just curious about the couple.” She offered a smile even though
smiling was the last thing she wanted to do.

“You’re lying to me again.”

She bit her lip, glancing down at her hands.

Dawn released a gasp, and he picked her up off the
stool she sat on and took her seat. In quick moves he had her sitting on his
lap. The evidence of his erection pressed against her ass, mocking her.

This is what you could have but never will because you’re a coward.

His hand settled on her leg. Daniel didn’t push the
boundaries she set. He was the perfect gentleman and Master.

“Tate and Dale have been coming to
Kinkster’s
for five years. They’re a truly happy mated couple.”

“She’s happy being a submissive?”

“They like to play, Dawn. Mated or not, they know what
they like.”

Dawn licked her lips as her nipples beaded at the
sound of his voice. The heat of his body surrounded her, filling her with hope
for something more. Her pussy was on fire for his touch. It had been a year
since she last experienced an orgasm, maybe a little longer. Her last partner left
when he couldn’t give her what she wanted. He told her she needed to find
someone willing to put up with her crap. She was always on the hunt to feel
pain, a lot of it, and she liked being held down. Some men didn’t like being in
charge completely. That’s all she wanted, a man to be in complete control and
to give her pain. During her early years, she would have given anything to stop
feeling pain. Now, she wanted the pain to know she was alive, that something
wasn’t missing.

Look what happened all the times we’ve let them.

She closed her eyes as all of her failed attempts
played through her like a broken record.
At the ripe age of
twenty-nine, she’d killed one man and been hurt by six more in a relationship.
Being told you were a sick, disgusting, or plain weird, hurt just as much as
punch. Dawn didn’t like being punched at least, or she didn’t used to. Now, she
didn’t feel it. She liked being spanked, punished in the most delicious of ways
as the touch was better than nothing.

“You can’t go anywhere,” Daniel said, capturing her
chin and turning her to face him. The grip on her face was hard, and he didn’t
let go. “What did I tell you when you came here?”

“That I’m with you and I can’t go anywhere else.”

“That’s right, pet. You came to me because you needed
strong discipline and a harsh hand. You’re trying to fight me, and I’m tired of
it.” He placed her on her feet and stood.

“What are you doing?”

Daniel shot her a glare.

“Sir?
What are you doing, Sir?”

“We’re going to deal with your punishment. Inside
Kinkster’s
you’re my submissive unless you say your safe
word.” He took hold of her hand leading her away from witnesses. Even as her
heart raced in fear of what was to come, she couldn’t help the hit of arousal.
Seeing him in the zone of a Dom turned her on.

Chapter Two

Daniel passed several members of his pack who gave him
a quick nod. He greeted them but kept moving as he did. Dawn kept by his side
with her head bowed. She wasn’t acting the part of the submissive; she was
simply following him. He noticed through watching her that she kept her head
down whenever she moved from place to place. Dawn rarely looked up to see the
world around her. Her life hadn’t been easy. He’d seen the evidence in her eyes
as well as in her actions. She’d been hurt in the past.

He wanted to know all of her secrets and what she was
hiding from him. Mates didn’t hide the truth from each other. She responded to
him the way a mate did, yet he felt her wolf tense around him. For a woman and
her wolf to be unsure, he knew whatever happened had scarred both of them. It
was up to him to draw her out.

Opening the final door at the end of the corridor,
Daniel released her hand, turned the light on, and locked the door. He turned
to face her to assess her reactions. This was his private room. The only time
he used this room was for the woman he intended to keep. Only a couple of women
had even come close to getting inside here until this woman requested
permission to join the club.

“Where are we?” she asked.

She stayed away from the bed, keeping it to her back
as she rounded to look at him.

“This is my personal, private room. From now on, you
come to this club, we’ll be here.” He folded his arms, waiting for her.

“No, we need to be in view of others.”

“In front of others you hold yourself back. Outside
you’re not yourself, and you’re always afraid of someone noticing you. I’ve
seen the way you are. You want to watch what happens within the club to make
sure the men and women are treating their
submissives
right, but when it comes to you, you want the freedom of being away from it
all.”

“No, you’re wrong.”

“Then remove your clothes and we’ll go out and do a
scene right now. I’ll punish you for your lack of acknowledgement of authority,
and then I’ll bring you off for all to see the beauty of your orgasm.”

She withdrew from him. Her body tightened, and she
started to look around the room.
For a chance to escape?
The wolf inside her started to bang against her inner cage.

The protective instinct inside him rose to full force.
Her reactions were setting the Dom and the protector off all at once.

“On your knees and present to me.” He deepened his
voice, and Dawn went to her knees, spreading her legs wide as she bowed her
head, presenting her body in the submissive pose he loved so much. “Your wolf
can rest. I wouldn’t let you out there for others to see this gorgeous body.”
He reached out to finger a strand of her hair. She had beautiful hair, long and
dark brown. He watched the strands as he stroked them through his fingers. “Things
are going to change between us, Dawn.”

She looked up at him. Tears glistened in her eyes as
she stared back at him, and her lips trembled.

“For the last year I’ve watched you dance around me
like you were in control. I’m the Dom, your Master, and I’m also your mate.” He
pressed a finger to her lips as she went to dispute him. “No more arguing.
You’ve kept me at bay, and I’ve followed your rules. Shit happened to you, I
get it, but you’re not going to deal with it anymore. You’re going to let me
inside here.” He pressed the finger from her mouth to her head. “I’m not
backing down or going away. We’re in this together.” He waited for several
minutes to pass. “You may speak.”