No Escape From My Ruthless Alpha
Pleasing him was all I ever wanted, to be his willing submission, to be able to offer him the devotion he had always wanted. He was my alpha, my ruthless alpha, and I was his submissive.
We had met a few months ago, instantly attracted to one another, and I knew straight away I wanted to please him. I wanted to show him that I could be pliant and docile, doing anything he asked of me.
It sounded thrilling, the idea of being completely under his control and allowing him to do whatever he wanted. I had been dreaming of this kind of relationship for years.
My alpha had other plans for me. He had a mission for me, a mission that would test my strength, my resolve and my courage.
He wanted me to become a slut.
At first, I thought he was crazy. I had never done anything like that before and felt so ashamed and embarrassed even just thinking about it. But I was too caught up in his power to resist.
I followed my alpha’s instructions and went to the brothel. I was nervous, but my alpha had promised he would be there to protect me and look after me, so I stepped forward and made my way inside.
For the first time, I was exposed to a world of naughty pleasure and enjoyment. I was in awe as I watched the others around me, taking part in acts I had never even heard of before. I was mesmerised and completely ready to take part.
My alpha had chosen a room for me and I stepped inside, trembling with anticipation and fear. I was ready to offer him whatever he wanted and I could feel a wild thrill building inside of me.
He entered the room and all my breath left me. He was even more imposing and powerful than I had imagined. His eyes glinted with authority as he watched me and I melted under his gaze.
He stepped close and took my chin in his hand. His grip was firm as he forced me to look into his eyes.
“You are mine. I will make you a slut,” he said.
I nodded and stepped away, waiting for his instructions. He told me to get dressed in the clothes he had laid out for me, and I followed his orders without hesitation.
The outfit was skimpy and revealing, designed to make me look seductive and alluring. I admired myself in the mirror and felt a flush of desire and shame wash over me as I realized I was in no position to say no.
He took me to a nearby hotel and I followed, my heart pounding with excitement and fear. We entered the room and I was immediately aware of the sexual tension between us.
My alpha grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed. He quickly undressed me, tearing my clothing away with a hunger that made me tremble with anticipation.
He took my nipples in his mouth, pulling and sucking gently, making me arch my back in pleasure and desire. His hands moved lower, caressing and exploring my body, until I was quivering with pleasure.
He moved between my legs and I welcomed his hard cock into my eager pussy. I moaned and begged for more as he thrust deep inside me, his hands gripping my hips as I rode him.
The pleasure was intense and I felt my orgasm rising, gathering momentum as his thrusts grew stronger and stronger.
My alpha rode me, hard and fast, and then he flipped me over and entered me from behind. The sensation was exquisite and I cried out in pleasure as I felt my orgasm exploding like fireworks deep inside me.
He held me tightly and I felt like I was in another world, in a place where I had no escape from my ruthless alpha. He took me again and again, until I was completely spent, my body trembling with pleasure.
I lay in his arms afterwards and felt complete and fulfilled. I had pleased my alpha and I had become his willing slut. I was his and he was mine and I knew that nothing could tear us apart. I was no longer scared of his strength and power, but embraced it and enjoyed it.
This was the start of something beautiful and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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