Alburet & Stacia's first time together from AW1

A few of you have asked about an author's cut of Alpha World. On a whim early in June I went back and wrote out a single scene. Alburet & Stacia's first time having sex. I thought you would all like to see what it turned out to look like. I hope you enjoy this short, as my thank you to all of you for supporting me like this.

From the Chapter "The Messenger" of AW1

Stacia gracefully lowered herself to her knees next to his chair, covering his hand with hers as she looked up at him through lowered lashes. “I understand sir, just as long as ya know tha’ I am more than willing for more.” She took his hand, gently kissing the palm of it before placing it on her chest where he could feel her heart racing.

He felt himself stir at the sight of her kneeling beside him, as well as her words and where she had his hand currently. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Stacia…”

She met his eyes through her lashes, the same hunger he felt mirrored in hers. “I be willin’ to do anythin’ ya be wantin’, sir. No matter how unusual ya request might be, I will gladly fulfill all of ya needs.”

He felt his resolve start to crumble. The eagerness she expressed, along with all the teasing he had endured yesterday, was taking its toll. “I’m ten years your senior…” he stammered, trying one last time to forestall what was coming.

She cut him off as she eased his hand down to one of her breasts. “Mayhap ya can teach me then, sir. I warn ya, I be needin’ a firm hand to guide me.” Her eyes went from eager to sultry as she felt him squeeze her eager flesh. A soft moan escaped her lips as his thumb brushed her erect nipple, “A very firm hand.”

Dropping the fork, he succumbed to her desires as he reached down and tangled a hand in her hair. “Well then, let me teach you, you eager little wench.” He felt his darker nature start to come out to play as he spoke.

Firmly pulling her head back, he leaned down and claimed her lips with his. The kiss was hard and demanding. Nipping at her bottom lip lightly got her to open her mouth so their tongues could dance. The hand on her breast began to firmly knead her flesh, his thumb pinching her nipple to his palm as he did so.

Moaning into the kiss, Stacia’s eyes closed as she surrendered to him. Her body pliant to his wishes, his hands controlled her with ease, and she felt herself growing even wetter than she had been when she’d begged him to be firm with her.

Pushing his chair back, the kiss broke as he stood, pulling her up by her hair with him. “You asked for this, now I’ll make you regret your request.” Turning, he pushed her torso down onto the table, which presented her beautiful backside to him.

Stacia’s breath came faster, her eyes wide, as he handled her with such deftness. None of the others she’d ever been with had been so quick to catch onto her needs. A moan of pleasure came from her when the first swat on her ass landed. She reveled in the fact she was going to get her wishes, and without having to hint or flatly ask for what she wanted.

After the first few swats, Alburet growled as he pulled her roughly upright, his mouth going to her ear. “Take off your fucking clothes, slut. I want to watch that ass turn a nice red from my attentions.”

The forceful, low, gravelly growl sent another shiver of pleasure through Stacia as she quickly began trying to undress. “Aye, sir, please give me a moment,” she panted. Hands clumsy with eagerness, she fumbled at the buttons and laces that held her outfit to her body.

“Hurry it up, or there’ll be a different kind of punishment,” Alburet growled as he used his foot to nudge her feet further apart.

Breath catching in her throat, she tried to nod, only to find his grip in her hair preventing her from doing so. Her belt came free a moment later, the first step completed, and she began to unlace the front of her dress as quickly as she could.

Switching hands in her hair, so his right hand was free, Alburet smiled darkly as he felt her shivering in his grip. It had been years, too many years, since he had been allowed to do what he was going to do with this eager redhead.

Stacia’s belt had landed on Alburet’s foot which made him chuckle. Shifting his foot to the side, he brought it up onto the chair so he could reach it with his right hand. Slinging it over his shoulder, Alburet wondered just how much and of what kind of play Stacia would be able to take.

Her dress slipped from her, leaving her in just bra and panties. Alburet’s mouth began to water as his mind raced forward with all the things he was going to do to her. Quickly undoing her bra, he set her glorious tits free, then roughly yanked her panties down to her knees and used his foot to push them to the floor.

“That took a bit longer than it should have…” Alburet trailed off as he pushed her back onto the table. “I was going to be nice and start off easy with you, but now…”

He brought his hand down sharply, leaving a clear pink print across her round bottom. Eyes lighting up with dark glee, they became brighter when he registered Stacia’s moan of desire. “Oh, you like that?”

“Yes. Darkness, yes…” Stacia panted as she writhed as much as she could with him holding her to the table. “More, please, sir.”

The next swat was harder, stinging his hand and leaving a much darker print. The shuddering gasp from Stacia spurred him on and he started spanking her in earnest. He alternated sides and where the swats landed, but he didn’t let up on the spanking for several minutes, until his hand started to cramp and her ass was a nice dark pink.

Taking a deep breath, Alburet’s grin was wide. Stepping back a little, he was clearly able to see the fluid leaking down Stacia’s legs. Leaning into her, Alburet put his mouth next to her ear, “I see someone came without asking permission… I didn’t tell you not to, though, so I’ll let that one pass. Next time you ask. Understand?”

“Yes sir, I be a good girl for you,” Stacia managed after a second, her words choppy as she tried to catch her breath.

Pulling her from the table, Stacia’s legs wobbled but held her. “Now, why don’t you show me how thankful you are for that warm up?” Alburet purred at her as he eased her to her knees in front of him.

Eyes full of lust, Stacia attacked his belt and pants, wanting them out of her way so she could properly thank him for giving her what she’d always wanted. In seconds, his pants pooled around his ankles, leaving his straining flesh quivering before her. Leaning forward to take him into her mouth, she found herself an inch short of her goal. “No…” Stacia panted as she strained against his hold, frantic to have him. “Please, sir, please…”

Relaxing his hold, surprised at just how much she wanted to suck on him, his eyes rolled back as her mouth finally engulfed him. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned as she took him into her mouth to the hilt on the first downward stroke.

His moan of pleasure only fueled Stacia, and making sure she had the proper angle, she let her tongue stroke back and forth under his shaft as she swallowed, milking the head of his cock with her throat.

Alburet was forced to use his right hand on the table to steady himself as pleasure washed over him. He hadn’t had a woman, any woman, in years, and he hadn’t been prepared for the one before him now. Catching his breath was impossible as Stacia used all of her skill to repay him for giving her the long-held dream of being completely under a man’s will.

Using his grip in her hair, he forced her back up the length of his shaft until he popped free of her mouth. “God damned eager slut, slow down a little. Savor it some.”

“Aye, sir,” Stacia said as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Ya can always use ya grip to show me exactly as ya—”

Not letting her finish the sentence, he filled her mouth again. Setting his legs firmly, he gripped her hair with both hands. Using her as a sex toy only inflamed both of them as he guided her head up and down his length. Minutes went by as he reveled in the pleasure, and she reveled in being used.

In time, Alburet felt the tell-tale tingle begin in his balls. “Get ready, it’s time to feed the hungry slut,” Alburet grunted as he pushed her all the way down and held her there. The deep moan from Stacia, who was more than ready to take all of his seed, vibrated along his shaft. That last bit of pleasure was enough to break the dam.

Shuddering in place, he began to shoot stream after stream into her willing mouth. Alburet had to let go of her head and brace himself against the table as his legs threatened to give way.

When he finally stopped flooding her mouth, Stacia slowly eased her mouth up his length. Shivering with each inch, Alburet wondered if she’d had her fill yet. With a last smack, she released his still hard cock from her mouth.

“Sir, iffin ya be able to do more, I be ready to do anything ya ask,” Stacia’s eyes burned with desire as she locked eyes with him, before hers drifted to her belt still over his shoulder.

Seeing the look, and her glance at the belt, Alburet felt his still hard flesh twitch, eager to do more. Lips twisting into a cruel smile, he pulled her to her feet, using his grip on her hair to guide her, “You think so, do you?”

“Aye,” Stacia panted as she pushed her body against his. “I be wantin’ more, so much more.”

Eyebrow raising, Alburet’s smile grew wider, “I’ll call that a challenge. Let’s see if you ask me to stop before I decide to.”

Pushing her back over the table, he put one hand onto the small of her back. “Hands to the far corners and keep them there.”

Stacia immediately did as she was commanded, her hands latching onto the edges tightly. Seeing her immediate obedience and the grip she had, Alburet nodded. She might very well be a pain loving submissive that wanted a dominant to control her. Letting go of her hair and removing his hand, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “If you move your hands, I will stop playing with you and leave for the rest of the day. Understand?”

“Aye. I will nay be movin’ me hands unless ya tell me, sir,” Stacia quivered, her breath coming short and fast as she imagined all the things she wanted him to do to her.

Nudging her legs wide, Alburet stepped back to get a good look at her dripping sex and trembling legs. His cock hardened fully and throbbed, wanting to drive right into her. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he pushed that thought from his mind as he brought her belt down off his shoulder. Doubling it up in his hand, he gave his other hand an experimental swat, and hissed at the bite the leather had.

“All right. If you call out for me to stop, play ends. If you remove either of your hands, play ends. If you need me to just ease off, all you have to do is call out for mercy. Do you understand me, Stacia?”

“Aye,” the single word was her only reply as she shivered in place. “Do nay hold back though, please. Use me as rough as ya like.”

Both eyebrows rose at her words. Didn’t she understand that he might be more brutal then she really wanted? Shaking off the thought, Alburet stepped to the side and delivered the first blow at half the strength he thought she would be good with. The swish-crack of the leather strap meeting flesh brought a smile to his lips, as did the whimper-moan from Stacia. Pushing his thoughts aside, he trusted that she would call out or remove her hands if needed.

Switching to the other cheek, he brought the belt down again, the sounds of it and her making his smile broaden. He fell into a simple back and forth rhythm, increasing the intensity by a little after five smacks to each cheek.

Gasping and rocking against the table, Stacia was in heaven as Alburet slowly worked his way to where she wanted him to be. She’d lost count, but she knew her ass was red and on fire from the attention she was receiving. The next crack of the belt came down hard enough to elicit a yowl of pain, and also tip her over the edge of the orgasm she’d been holding off.

Alburet had been slowly stripping off his clothing during the spanking, knowing he was going to end up taking her soon. With that last swing, finally up at the level he wanted to be at, a small flood of juice gushed from Stacia as she shuddered against the table. Stopping, he stepped up behind her and put a hand under her neck, pulling her upper body back to him in a bow curve.

“Did I say you could come?”

“No… no, sir,” Stacia panted as he held her to him. “I could nay stop it, when ya finally gave me what I be wantin’.”

Lips pursing, he turned her head and claimed her lips roughly. The kiss was full of the passion they both felt. After a moment, he pushed her roughly back to the table, which she hadn’t let go of even when he’d pulled her back to him. “Finally gave you, you say? Well then, let’s turn this up a bit more, shall we? Oh, and if you come again without asking, then I won’t be fucking you after I’m done.”

Stepping back, he brought the belt down hard across her ass. Back arching, Stacia raised off the table some, but her hands stayed glued to the corners. Switching sides, he did it again, letting his darker side dictate the strength of the strikes. Pausing after the second one, he waited a moment to see if she regretted her words.

“More…” the word was soft, but full of lust. “More, please, sir. I’m a bad, bad maid and need to be spanked hard.”

Surprised that she still wanted more, Alburet was more than willing to give her what she wanted. The belt cracked down time and again, alternating between round buttocks. Her entire ass was a bright red by the time she spoke again.

“Please… please… come… let… come… me… please,” Stacia panted, her head shifting side to side.

Blinking at how nearly incoherent she was, Alburet brought the belt down hard, twice, “Now, you can come.”

“Darknesssssss!!!” Stacia screamed as her whole body shuddered, the table moving across the floor from her movements, her hands staying firmly attached to the corners.

Alburet was impressed that she held onto the table throughout the entire ordeal. Her ass was beginning to show a few darker spots amid the deep redness. Alburet gave her a few seconds to calm down a little, then he slammed his entire length into her.

A guttural moan came from him as she gasped out a few soft words. “Sir, please, take me to bed.”

Slamming into her once more, he pulled her head back, “Let go of the table.”

She let go, her hands cramped and twitching from the force of her grip. “Sir?”

“Shh,” he said as he slid most of the way out of her and got his hands into the right spot. “When I turn you, get your legs around me.”

“Aye,” Stacia said breathlessly.

With a grunt, he turned her over and got his hands under her ass, which was hanging off the table. Her legs latched around him like a vise, and also pushed him all the way to the hilt inside of her. Both of them gasped as their eyes locked.

Hoisting her up, he staggered them both over to the bed, where he collapsed with her under him. “Let go of my waist,” he told her firmly.

Lips pouting, Stacia relaxed her legs from around him. That allowed Alburet to sit back on his shins, and shift her hips upwards some. “Are you ready?”

“Aye, master. Take me, as ya see fit,” her eyes glazed over with lust as he began to rock himself in and out of her.

The ride was hard, deep, and fast, and they kept their eyes locked together through it all. His hands on her hips helped him pound them together with each thrust of his hips. He didn’t know how long it lasted, just that it wasn’t as long as he wanted. Overstimulated as he was, though, it was too much too fast for him to hold out longer.

Her moans started to pick up as he felt his balls begin to tighten again. “I’m going to come,” he gasped as he slammed into her over and over.

“Aye. It be fine to fill me, I be safe,” Stacia gasped, the idea of him filling her pushing her over the edge.

Together, they shuddered through the last climax. Eventually, he was able to stop his hips from moving on their own, and her legs lay relaxed on either side of him. A languid smile was plastered across her face.

Rolling to the side so he could collapse next to her, Alburet wondered about what he had just done. He hadn’t let that beast out of its cage in years, many long years, due to its penchant to play too rough. “Stacia… are you okay?”

“Perfect… ya be perfect,” Stacia said muzzily as she rolled to plaster herself to his side. “I be quite okay.”

He glanced at the top of her head resting on his chest. “Well, that wasn’t how I thought today was going to start, but I can’t think of a better way it could have,” Alburet said, kissing the top of her head.

She gently touched some bruises from the intense spanking she’d just gotten, which were healing up as he watched. “We live to serve, sir,” Stacia murmured contentedly as she nuzzled his neck. “I hesitate to suggest this, sir, but ya could bargain with me Da’ to make me ya full time maid while ya stay here. It would mean I would be at ya beck and call only, ready to help serve ya in any way ya wanted at any time.” She stroked his chest hair gently.