The Alpha Claims A Mate (8 page)

“The hot handyman? What about him?”

“Are you aware of whether he has any, er,  involvement or marital commitment with a member of the opposite sex? Or the same sex?” At Ginger’s startled look, she blushed and muttered “I’m asking for purely academic reasons.”

“I don’t know. You should ask him. But try to say it in normal-speak, or he won’t understand you.  Just say, by the way, do you have a girlfriend? And if he says no, ask him if he’d like to buy you a drink at the Hoot Owl.”

“Really?” Winifred’s eyes widened at the thought.

“Absolutely. It’s the 21
^st
century. Sisters are doing it for themselves.” As Winifred opened her mouth to demand an explanation, she held up her hand. “That’s an expression! It means, it’s okay for a girl to ask a guy to ask her out on a date.”

“Interesting. Very interesting.”

“Hold on.” Ginger reached out and grabbed the pencils out of Winifred’s hair bun, and handed the pencils to her as her golden locks tumbled down over her shoulders.

“Never do the pencil thing again,” Ginger told her. “Especially when you’re talking to the handyman.”
  She reached out and unbuttoned the top four buttons of Winifred’s oxford shirt.  “Okay, now you’re good.”

Winifred
nodded, stuffing the pencils into her shirt pocket. “Thank you. This has been a most illuminating conversation.” She wandered back into the house with a thoughtful look on her face.

Loch
pulled up a few minutes later, sexy as sin in jeans and a white t-shirt. Ginger still wore her floral pink skirt and scoop neck shirt.

“Should I have changed?” she asked nervously, as they drove.

“You look beautiful.”

Her heart leapt in her throat. Her palms were damp with sweat and she struggled to control her breathing. Right now she was both terrified and fascinated by the sheriff, and so turned on that she wanted to tear her clothes off and crawl on top of him.

Down, girl, she told herself. 

“Where exactly is this punishment taking place?” They were driving out of town, down a dark country road with no illumination but the glow of the moon and the car’s headlights.

“Now, why would I tell you and spoil all of my fun? Besides, the anticipation’s part of your punishment.”

“You’re kind of a sadist, you know that?” she grumbled.

“Is that right? Think about that before you smart-mouth someone, next time.” He was grinning hugely, enjoying himself way too much.

He took her
down a small country road and into a wooded cove, to a non-descript warehouse style building. There were several dozen cars in the dimly lit parking lot.

“What is this place?” she asked him as they climbed out.

“It’s a private, members only club. I wanted to bring you here for a couple of reasons. I know you tend to bristle at authority sometimes, that you think I’m too dominant and overbearing.”

“Sometimes,” she muttered, blushing.

“I wanted to show you that being dominant isn’t all bad. It has its place, and its purpose.  It can be very…pleasurable under the right circumstances.”

She stared up at him.
Did he mean what she thought he meant? Was it…
that
kind of club?

Her heart was beating a million miles a minute, and she felt moisture soaking her panties.
She didn’t bother to fold her arms over her nipples, which were swollen and straining against the fabric of her t-shirt, two sensitive pink nubs that yearned for Loch’s mouth to suck on them.

“I…” she was speechless. 

“But if you don’t want to go in, that’s all right too. I would only want you to go in if you feel comfortable doing it.”

She swallowed hard.

“Will you be with me the whole time?” she asked, her heart hammering against her rib cage.

“Of course. Every second. I wouldn’t leave you.”

“I want to go in,” she breathed.

She followed him
through the doorway, in a daze.

They walked down a long hallway, and inside, they stepped into a very large open room.

A room that was a dominant’s heaven. And a submissive’s too, for that matter.

There were padded benches and pommel horses and restraint stations of all type set up around the room.
Chains dangled from the ceiling.  On the walls were racks holding floggers and paddles and ball gags. The lighting was low and red-tinged. Music drifted from hidden speakers, an ominous instrumental soundtrack that Ginger didn’t recognize.

Muscular men in leather were enthusiastically punishing women who were tied down in various positions…and the women were moaning with pleasure.

The sheriff glanced over at her. “You okay with this?”

“I…yes. I mean, I’ve never done anything like this, but…yes.”

Her voice was husky with desire. She was surprised with how okay with it she was.  More than okay.  The idea of Loch tying her to one of those frameworks and caressing her with the leather tendrils of a flogger…she let out a small involuntary whimper of desire as she pictured it.

“I’m glad I’m your first.” His eyes twinkled as he looked down at her.

“Me too. I trust you. I couldn’t do this with anyone else,” she told him, looking around the room.

She suddenly realized that she recognized someone…
Jax. He was stripped to the waist, revealing magnificent muscles. His partner was a beautiful redhead, naked except for a tiny g-string and a pair of spike heels.  Her hands were tied together and stretched above her head, as she dangled from an overhead chain. Jax was standing back, flicking at her back with a rawhide whip that left red stripes criss-crossing her back.

With every strike of the wh
ip, she let out an orgasmic cry.

Loch skimmed his fingers lightly over Ginger’s back, and she shivered and bit her lip, her breath quickening. “This way,” he said.

He led her over to a wooden frame that had metal rings fixed to it at strategic places, with ropes dangling from them, and he positioned her by two of the metal rings.

Then, he tied each wrist to a rope and adjusted them until her arms were stretched over her head.  She was facing the wall, with no idea of what he’d do next. The anticipation made her shiver. She wanted his hands on her so badly, wanted to feel his muscular body crushing her up against him…

He grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down until it lay on the floor, puddled around her ankles. She was wearing pink lacy hipster underwear that exposed most of her generously sized rear end.

He ran his fingers slowly over the skin of her right butt cheek, fingers lovingly tracing the ivory globe. Trails of pleasure sizzled in the path of his fingers, shooting through all the nerves in her body, down to her fingertips and toes.
Her pussy throbbed with need.   She bit back a moan and squirmed where she stood.

“You’re going to count out loud for each stroke,” he told her. She glanced back and realized that he was holding a paddle in his hand, and she tensed in anticipation. “If you don’t count, then the stroke doesn’t count. Got it?” His voice cracked through the air, stern and authoritative.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Please. Do it, she thought.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

Suddenly she felt a sharp thwack on her right butt cheek, and felt mingled pleasure and pain sizzling through her body.

“One!” she cried out quickly.

“Louder.  You get nine more strokes,” he said. He swung the paddle again, and she cried out, letting out a moan. “Two,” she cried out. He moved to a different spot and smacked the paddle onto her butt check. “Three,” she yelled, dancing in place.

Again, and she could feel the hot blossom of pain blooming where he’d struck, but it felt so right.

“Four!”

“Still not loud enough, Ginger.”

He moved the paddle again, and she gasped out loud as it struck her sensitive flesh, and glowing embers of pleasure bloomed inside her.  “Five!”she yelled at the top of her lungs.

“
Ahh, that’s much better. You’re learning,” he said.

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!” she called out, loudly.

“Very good, Ginger,” he said in a voice grown husky with desire, and then traced his fingers over the spot he’d just struck.

He knelt down behind her and ran his tongue along her stinging flesh.  “
Mmmmm,” she moaned, not even trying to hide her pleasure any more as he caressed her heated skin with swirling strokes of his tongue.

Then he stood up again, and resumed paddling her. 
Each strike sent lightning bolt of pleasure jolting through her body. She whimpered in pleasure, a ball of heat curling up in her abdomen.

“Five!” She clenched her teeth. When the paddle made contact with her bottom, the pleasure shot through her entire body, and she could feel heat pooling in her abdomen, below her navel.  Her nerves were alive, crackling with desire, craving the sting of the paddle.

He was going to make her come. Right here, in front of everyone.

There were a crowd of men and women watching now, and she was breathing hard, gasping with pleasure. 

Oddly she wasn’t self-conscious. Maybe it was the way the men looked at her here, as if she were incredibly sexy and they were turned on just by looking at her.

Several more paddle strokes and she couldn’t help herself. The final paddle stroke sent her over the edge
. “Ten!” she screamed, and she felt the ball of heat explode inside her, shooting sparks throughout her body, and wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. She whimpered and shuddered as she dangled helplessly from the ropes. “Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped.  Her panties were absolutely soaked.

When Loch
untied her, she moaned with release and slumped into his arms. He held her up easily, his muscular arms wrapping around her, and she breathed in his scent,  desire already rising inside her again. More. She craved more. She pressed herself against him, loving the feeling of his steel-hard muscles, the tightening of his arms.

What would he do to her next? The flogger? Nipple clamps? There were so many parts of her b
ody that he hadn’t punished yet.

“Put your skirt on,” he commanded in a low growl. She bent down and quickly pulled her skirt back up.  Her backside pulsed from the swatting she’d just received; she felt as if her skin were glowing red right through the cloth.

Suddenly she found him moving her quickly towards the door.

“Hey, Loch, can I play with her now?” A leather-clad
wolf shifter stepped up eagerly, blocking their path.

Loch replied with a growl that raised the hair on the back of Ginger’s neck,
and the shifter leaped back, alarmed.  Loch rushed her through the front door and into the parking lot.