Club Alpha: BDSM Romance Boxed Set

  Club Alpha

  BDSM Romance Boxed Set

  Want to take a peek behind that red velvet curtain? Come join our Club Alpha authors as they take you into the inner sanctums of some of the hottest, most exclusive clubs you’ll ever have the privilege of witnessing. Some come for the discipline, some come for the thrill, some come to find sweet passion, but all go away initiated in the ways of love.

  Surrender to the dominance of these thirteen novels from bestselling authors including New York Times and USA Today bestsellers Adriana Hunter, Selena Kitt and Terry Towers.

  Club Alpha isn’t a place—it’s a state of mind you’re going to want to visit again and again!

  Claiming His Tease by Amy Valenti - Josh is all Dom and sexy as hell, and he's prepared to wait for Lena to come to him. All she has to do is kneel at his feet, and she'll be his. But is she too stubborn to give him the satisfaction?

  Breaking Boundaries by Sienna Stapleton - With the hopes of expanding her sexual horizons, Beth books a weekend at a sexual therapy retreat. Once there, she quickly learns that the weekend will be much more than she bargained for.

  The Billionaires’ Club: Deceiving Him by Terry Towers - Going under cover, Lexie finds herself in a world like none other. After she meets the sexy billionaire Vince and is introduced to unimaginable pleasures, can she still go through with her expose?

  Club Soria by Emilia Kincade - Maya's life is falling apart. She runs away to Thailand to find some peace. When she is invited to Club Soria, she doesn't know what to expect. Her 'awakening' catches her entirely by surprise!

  The Sybian Club by Selena Kitt - Tasha convinces husband, Max, to buy a Sybian, starting a club to pay for it. Friend Ashley helps but Tasha doesn't know how to tell Max she wants to add more to their sex life than just a new toy.

  His Desire, her Surrender by Malia Mallory - When Marcus tracks Tabitha down to resume the sizzling affair they began in the islands, can Tabitha prove that she has what it takes to be both his partner and his submissive?

  Escape by PJ Adams - Just who is the masked stranger at Club Extraordinaire and what is it that draws Julie so powerfully? Is it the way he's so confident and masterful? Or is it that he reminds her so strongly of her ex?

  Pavlov by Arden Aoide - Tyrone Parker had obstinacy down to an art and was the reigning champion of Having the Last Word. He had his own definition of Domination that had women running away fast. Until the one that stayed.

  Control: Masters of the Sanctuary by Elsa Day - When Amy sneaks into the sanctuary, she has no idea what she's in for. She runs into trouble, and Master J is the only one who can help her. But his health comes with a price: her total submission.

  At the Billionaire’s Command by Juliette Jaye - Recent small town transplant to New York City Sophie never expects to hook up with the billionaire boss of her company. But the even bigger surprise is when she finds herself falling in love with him.

  Rough Edges by Adriana Hunter - I didn’t expect to wake up, unable to move. When he told me that I was a player in his wicked game I knew I had made a mistake. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want it. At least not in the beginning.

  Club Red by Sophie Sawyer - When curvy beauty Tori visits Club Red for no-strings fun, the last thing she expects is to find everything she ever wanted!

  Precious Pet by Candy Quinn - What started as a way to make some extra money ended with a demi-god opening college student Rachael's mind to the bliss and freedom of submission.

  Table of Contents

  Claiming His Tease by Amy Valenti

  Breaking Boundaries by Sienna Stapleton

  The Billionaires’ Club: Deceiving Him by Terry Towers

  Club Soria by Emilia Kincade

  The Sybian Club by Selena Kitt

  His Desire, her Surrender by Malia Mallory

  Escape by PJ Adams

  Pavlov by Arden Aoide

  Control: Masters of the Sanctuary by Elsa Day

  At the Billionaire’s Command by Juliette Jaye

  Rough Edges by Adriana Hunter

  Club Red by Sophie Sawyer

  Precious Pet by Candy Quinn

  Claiming His Tease

  Club Rack and Ruin #1

  Amy Valenti

  http://amyvalenti.com

  Previously released in 2011 as ‘Little Tease’.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Lena

  “They’re all watching us, you know.” Josh’s casual tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I flicked my gaze over to the spectators’ area of the play space without raising my head. I couldn’t see too well through my peripheral vision, but I got the sense that they were all there; every single person who’d been present the moment we’d been introduced.

  My mind spun further into a submissive haze, and I closed my eyes to try to ease it. Not that it helped. I was kneeling in front of him in my underwear—even if we’d been alone, that would’ve been enough.

  “We’ve drawn this game out for too long for them not to be curious. And word travels in this scene. By now, even the dungeon masters want to know what I’m gonna do to you. I’ll bet they wouldn’t even step in if I were to fuck you in front of everyone here…”

  I forgot how to breathe; humiliation and longing combined to prickle over my skin. “You wouldn’t,” I said, but I wasn’t sure whether it was a declaration of bravado or a question.

  “You sure about that?” Josh crouched beside me and stroked a hand over my tense, trembling body; down my abdomen, over the waistband of my panties and down between my spread thighs. I bit back a whimper as his fingers trailed over my pussy for the first time, rubbing lightly over the scrap of damp fabric, then just a little harder.

  Or maybe I was pressing myself into his hand. I didn’t know anymore.

  “Look at you,” he growled in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Desperate for me to get you off with my fingers, and we haven’t even kissed yet. You’re shameless, aren’t you?”

  There was just the right amount of amusement in his voice to turn me on still further. If I could remember how to speak, I’d be pleading for his kiss, his touch, his anything…

  He got to his feet and paced around to my other side. “I’m betting you won’t even last a five minute scene before you’re begging for me to fuck you. Maybe I should just skip the formalities and get right to it, here in the middle of the dungeon.”

  My exhibitionism fetish wasn’t usually this extreme, but another surge of heat rushed through me at his words, and I was almost sobbing with frustration now. “Please… Sir…”

  “You’re begging me to take you in full view of everyone here?” Josh adopted a mildly shocked tone, and I thanked God the spectators’ area was far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to hear him over the music. “Sorry, little tease. Not really my style. While you’re mine, only I get to watch you come…”

  I scrambled for the last shred of my defiance, the only part that hadn’t been frayed by time and imagination, his voice and his gaze. But there was nothing left. I was tired of resisting. I wanted him, and to be his. Completely his.

  “Give me your orders, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Eight months earlier…

  Lena

  The opening night of a new fetish club was always an interesting event. Pretty much everyone you’d ever met on the kink scene was likely to be there, plus some out-of-towners, plus a few people coaxed there by curiosity or pulled back into the scene
after a hiatus.

  I wasn’t expecting to play tonight. My intention was to soak up the ambience and check out the new people and surroundings; to dance and socialise and generally have fun.

  Club Rack and Ruin was actually known as Club Alterna most of the time. Once every two weeks it would become Rack and Ruin, where the fetish community could gather and play. On other nights the club would be used for more vanilla purposes, the dungeon area closed off and various other subcultures invited in for small gigs, rock nights and the like.

  Unlike the membership-only clubs in the area, Rack and Ruin was a no-sex, no-nudity zone. People could parade around naked but for thongs and nipple pasties if they wanted to, but no outright baring of breasts or genitals was allowed, not even during scenes. The club’s rules stated sex was off limits in all forms, from oral to fingering to penetration, though it was universally understood that the dungeon masters would look the other way if the players were subtle enough with their wandering hands.

  When asked why she’d made that decision, the club’s owner, Rose Landry, had made a face and said it was out of her hands. Apparently she’d pissed off someone in law enforcement somewhere, and since the club didn’t charge a small fortune to get in or restrict its membership to the elite, the local police department would be occasionally dropping by to make sure nothing violated ‘obscenity laws’. Rose had said she hoped she could change the club rules in the future, but she’d made no promises.

  The no-sex clause didn’t seem to have dissuaded many scene regulars from attending the opening night, though, and so far the atmosphere was lighter and more fun than it would have been at any of the other clubs. So far, I liked it here.

  I let my eyes wander around the designated social space of Rack and Ruin, from the dance floor to the collection of tables and couches, and from there to the archway that led to the dungeon. Watching people play was a big kink of mine, and I resolved to head over there in a little while.

  As Tamara began recounting a weird scene story I’d heard before to the people within earshot, I turned my attention to the rest of the group we were with. There were twelve or so of us, and we’d managed to commandeer three comfortable couches, which were set at right-angles to each other in one corner. The atmosphere was great—relaxed and friendly, with no expectations.

  Three people approached our corner, and were greeted with smiles, hugs and backslaps by my friends. I vaguely recognised one woman from a rope workshop I’d been at the previous year, but her two companions were strangers to me.

  The younger guy was blonde and stocky, and obviously the woman’s submissive. The other guy, though…

  He was tall, and I guessed in his mid-forties. His salt-and-pepper hair was enough to make me melt, and he was simply clad in a black shirt and pants. Something about him was fascinating, although all I could see right then was the back of his head. Maybe it was the way he held himself—alert, a little aloof, maybe.

  Then he turned to be introduced to Izzy and Ben, and—

  Wow. He’s really, really hot. I mean, not centrefold material…more like…striking.

  I swallowed the urge to laugh at the significance of the adjective, feeling a submissive pang that I hadn’t in a while. If he wanted to strike me… Well, I could live with that.

  Nudging my friend Mel, I whispered, “Who’s that?”

  She followed my gaze, an eyebrow rising in speculation. “That would be Josh. And yeah, he’s a Dom…”

  She thinks she’s so smart… “How do you know I don’t wanna Domme him?”

  Mel snorted. “You’re kidding, right? I know that look. It’s the same one you used to get when Matt was around.”

  I opened my mouth to protest that it was not, but Izzy carried on with the wave of introductions, interrupting us. “Heidi, Josh and Tim, you know Mel…and this is Lena.”

  I smiled and gave a tiny wave, looking at each of them in turn. As Josh’s gaze turned to me, I felt an irrational longing to sit at his feet and rest my head in his lap. I hated it when that happened with someone I didn’t even know; it made me feel like I wasn’t in control. I only gave up control when I chose to, and that was rarely. Very rarely.

  “Sit down, guys,” Izzy said, and Heidi slid into the booth beside her. Tim sat at her feet without being asked, and she ran her hand through his hair. Josh was left standing, with no space left on the couches, and there was no way anyone would ever expect him to sit on the floor.

  There were a few moments of debate. For the opening night only, the club’s rules stated that tops and Dominants got the seats, and subs and bottoms had to take the cushions if there was no space. It was at times like this that I was glad I wasn’t an outright sub—

  “Lena.”

  I blinked at Tamara, who was looking up at me from her spot on a cushion. “Huh?”

  “You’re the sub—you have to give way so Josh can sit.”

  The image of me sitting at his feet returned, and my heart leapt. Yes!

  No! I told it fiercely, frowning at Tamara. I couldn’t get all mushy over a stranger like this. It made no sense. “I’m a switch!”

  “Yeah, but everyone else on the couches is a Dom,” she pointed out.

  I looked around and realised she was right. Damn it!

  “When was the last time I subbed for anyone?” I reasoned. “A couple of years, right? I’m seventy-one point two percent Domme right now!”

  I was sitting at the end of a couch closest to the bar, and Josh stood only a couple of feet away, looking down at me with an amused expression. Indulging me, the way he might an unruly submissive.

  Fuck him.

  “Seventy-one point two?” Ben asked, grinning.

  “I have a spreadsheet,” I said, scowling. “I add all my D/s partners to it after I play, and seventy-one point two is the figure right now. I earned this seat!”

  I didn’t like that Josh was standing over me. It almost made me headspacey, and I didn’t need that right then. Getting to my feet, I stared him out, and he returned the gaze with a slightly raised eyebrow. I could almost hear his voice in my mind: You’re out of your league.

  Behind me, Mel asked, “How about you, Josh? What percentage Dom are you?”

  “I don’t have any figures written down,” he said. It was the first time I’d heard him speak, and the quiet, intense timbre of his voice just made him sexier, if that was even possible. “But I’ve only ever bottomed for one scene, and that was just to see what it was like for my submissives.”

  Dominant, sexy and a responsible top? Argh—the more I dragged this out, the more unreasonable I was gonna look. And everyone was already watching us.

  Holding out for a couple of seconds more, just to prove to myself that I wasn’t under his spell, I stepped aside. “Go ahead.”

  To his credit, he didn’t gloat, just sat down with a nod of thanks. The only available cushion was the one at his feet, and I was so not going to give him the satisfaction of sitting there. Grabbing the cushion, I threw it down beside the arm of the opposite couch, and Tamara scooted across to make room for me, biting back a giggle.

  Conversation resumed, but every now and then I looked over to find Josh studying me. When I caught him at it, he didn’t look embarrassed; he just gave a small smile and transferred his attention elsewhere.

  I’m so never subbing to this guy, on principle.

  * * * *

  Josh

  I’d only been back from England a couple of months, sans my cheating ex-wife, when I’d felt my sadistic side begin to bite. The launch of a new fetish club downtown had seemed like a chance to get back into the local scene, and I’d waited for the opening night with an impatience I hadn’t felt for a while.

  I’d bumped into Heidi and Tim in the parking lot. It had been a long time since I’d seen either of them, and the reunion was warm. We’d headed inside and grabbed drinks, then moved over to a specific area at Heidi’s insistence.

  I recognised a good few people from way back when, but the
re were some new faces. I’d just about managed to fix names in my mind when the last woman was introduced to me.

  Lena.

  She was youthful and energetic, but older than her style of dress indicated. The tiny skirt and pigtails left me thinking she had a schoolgirl fetish—not my style—but when she stood up to put herself on level footing with me, challenging my right to her seat, I reassessed her quickly.

  I’d come across my fair share of stubborn women in my time, and Lena was fairly easy to read. If I was right, she was pissed off and intrigued simultaneously, and determined not to back down.

  I sensed there was far more to her than met the eye, and my sadistic impulses surfaced once again, sending a thousand questions my way. What would it be like to break down that overly tough exterior, to make her gasp with a word, to order her to her knees and to watch her tremble as she obeyed?

  My gut told me she wasn’t the age-playing ‘little girl’ she’d appeared to be at first glance. And I wanted to know more.

  An hour or so after she’d reluctantly given up her seat, sitting on the floor as far as possible from my feet as she could, a few people left our corner in favour of the dungeon area. As soon as there was free space, Lena took a spot on the couch opposite, her posture relaxing a little once she was back on a level with me.

  More people headed to the play space in the dungeon, or off to dance, and soon there remained only a couple playing their own murmured mental scene, Lena and me.

  Her eyes widened a little as she realised it, and for a second I thought she’d excuse herself and find somewhere else to be. To her credit, she decided against it, shooting me a fleeting smile.