The Alpha's Domination

By: Sam Crescent


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

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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.

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