Red & Her Big Bad Dom (2 page)

He remembered their last play session at the Silver Fox. She’d made his birthday memorable, even if he couldn’t tell her. He’d bought himself a new paddle, and Lucy had presented her ass, begging for him to try it out. He threaded his hands through his hair and sighed. Yes, sexually, they were totally in tune.

Then there was dancing. She was one hell of a dancer. Nobody tangoed like his sub, and her salsa moves turned him on. He wished he could take her to a place with a real dance floor, one large enough to waltz around. He picked up the black mask, pulled it over his head, then strode to a mirror and grimaced. “Imagine the scene you’d cause if you wore this out in public. Cops would be called for sure.”

Maybe he should stalk into her office and order her to kneel. His Dom voice always started her juices flowing, but the damn woman would fall out of her chair laughing. Now if he strode in there as The Wolf, she’d drop to her knees without a second thought.

He took off the mask and added it to his packed bag, along with half a dozen spares. Damn things were hot, but if wearing a mask made it possible to see Lucy, he’d endure. What a fluke to discover Lucy was a sub. He’d seen her at one of the clubs six months ago. She’d been with another Dom and hadn’t seen him. Even if he’d wanted to approach her that night, he couldn’t approach another Dom’s sub. Besides, the damn woman would have laughed her sexy little ass off.

So he’d devised the perfect plan and gone back as
The Wolf
. His custom-made mask and new persona fit right in at the clubs that catered to BDSM. It had taken a week before he’d seen her again, and the moment she entered, he’d approached her and asked her to dance.

That was the beginning of the mother of beginnings. He’d fallen hook, line, and sinker. After several weeks, he’d arranged for her to be invited to one of the events at Pleasure Manor, Bryce’s private club, and for her to be his partner. That weekend had been everything he’d dreamed of and more. She was the perfect sub and the only woman he wanted in his life.

So far, they’d agreed to be exclusive. He took her out once or twice a week at the various clubs where he had a membership. He laughed without humor. She refused to date
The Geek
, but she’d do whatever
The Wolf
ordered. What the hell was he going to do?

He climbed the stairs to his bedroom, headed for a hidden staircase that led to a small room he’d converted from the attic, and entered his playroom. There, he opened one of several cabinets and surveyed his tools and toys. What would she do if he brought her into his playroom? He grinned. She’d be hot and wet within minutes. His sweet sub had an adventurous soul. Just thinking of Lucy in this room made his dick hard. Damn, he wanted her at his side every day, not just kneeling before him a few times a month.

Gathering his favorite toys, Lucy’s favorites, he added them to his packed bags and put aside his discouragement. Today, Lucy had stomped her geek. Tomorrow, she’d kneel before her wolf.

Chapter Two

Inside the limo, Lucy watched the countryside flash past. The green of the hills had long since given way to the golden browns of summer. With each mile, her anticipation grew. “Three days of mind-boggling sex, here I come.”

“Geez, Luc.” Jaimie fiddled with the strap of her purse.

Lucy giggled, then grimaced when an image of Graham’s hunched shoulders and the dark disappointment clouding his eyes dimmed some of her happiness. Bryce’s admonishment echoed in her head.
Cut the man a break, Lucy
.

“Why the hell should I give him a break? It’s a free world, and I’m free to say no to whoever I want.” She didn’t realize she’d muttered the words aloud until Jaimie arched her brows. “Graham asked me out yesterday. Again.”

“Lucy, he’s a nice guy and smart besides. Look how much he helped me with that damn embezzling. You should give him a chance.”

“You sound like Bryce.” She scowled and held up a hand. “Not another word about The Geek.” She was not going to think of nerdy Graham or feel guilty. This was her weekend of pure pleasure and bliss.

Noting that the driver had turned onto the long drive leading to Pleasure Manor, Bryce’s country mansion, Lucy put everything out of her mind, opened her purse, and pulled out an envelope with her paperwork. Beside her, Jaime did the same. Bryce required clean bills of health for his games. Her gaze fell on her invitation with its metallic blue castle embossed on the thick parchment. The words beneath read
Kingdom of Dom
.

She glanced at Jaimie and swallowed her snicker when she recalled her friend asking who “Dom” was. Her best friend, her very vanilla best friend, had assumed they were going to an estate that belonged to some guy named Dom. Lucy fought to keep from chuckling. Imagine Jaimie’s surprise when she found out Dom was short for Dominant, as in Dominants and submissives.

Right now, Jaimie was staring in awe at Bryce’s mansion. “Luc! It’s huge. Looks like a castle.” She whirled around. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I hope I like my prince.”

“You’re going to have fun, and I love your costume. Very Cinderella!” She hugged Jaimie. At least she hoped her friend had a good time. If Bryce didn’t take care of her, she’d have words with him, boss or not.

She glanced at her invitation again and nearly squealed with anticipation at the special instructions her Dom had penned for her.

No panties.

No bras.

She squirmed in her seat, feeling silk against her bare ass. The moment she’d read his orders, she’d been hot and eager. Last week, when they’d met at the club, he’d teased her by outlining in great detail what he had planned, including acting out one of her fantasies. All week she’d dreamed of that scene and now the weekend was here.

The limo rolled to a stop in front of the mansion. She stepped out, smoothed the red, satiny fabric of her costume, finding the soft silk against her bare ass totally erotic. The elastic neckline of her bodice already revealed ample cleavage, but she tugged it down a bit more. Another band of elastic beneath her breasts emphasized her generous size. The material was practically sheer. Her dark nipples were a total tease. The Wolf was going to love her in this getup. A flip of her red cloak and she was ready.

The door opened. “Miss Sanchez, nice to see you again.”

“Hastings. Always nice to see you.”

After he greeted Jaimie, she handed him her envelope. The butler motioned to a woman in a maid’s uniform. She shuffled forward with a silver platter of masks artfully arranged in neat rows. He held out a red and black mask to Lucy. Until she was alone with her wolf, she, and everyone else, would wear masks to protect identities. Lucy hooked her arm through Jaimie’s and led her into the formal parlor. They took their places on one side of the room. Women in costume on this side and men on the other.

Jaimie drew in a sharp breath, and Lucy grinned. Her friend was in for a shock. And, she hoped, a treat. Jaimie had the worst luck with men in the bedroom. The last guy was a rutting pig, concerned only for his own needs. Poor girl thought there was something wrong with her. This weekend would prove it was the guys, not Jaimie. She trusted her boss to at least give her friend that.

Lucy’s gaze skimmed over men in leather tunics, leather harnesses, and—

Sweet Jesus!
There was her wolf. He wore black from his full mask, a silky black scarf tied around the smooth, tanned column of his neck, to his tight leather costume that clung to his body like a second skin. He stood tall and proud, legs planted apart. Her gaze lowered to his crotch. She swallowed hard.
Be still my beating heart
! His leathers had no crotch.

His cock and balls were sheathed in a form-fitting black G-string penis glove. The fabric was shiny, and even hanging in his natural state, the man’s cock was huge. His hands were also gloved in black. She studied his face, trying to see the man beneath the mask, but as usual, all she saw was the curve of his full lips and the glint of blue of his eyes.

He was blond, had the body of a surfer—hard and tanned in places the sun normally didn’t touch. For a moment, Graham’s image flashed across her mind. Her geek and wolf were of similar build. Was Graham’s body as toned as her wolf’s?

Clamping down on her thoughts, she put the annoying geek from her mind. She had her big, bad Dom, and there wasn’t room in her mind for anyone else. Lucy’s heart raced as excitement and desire flooded her mind and body.

She’d been damp between the legs all morning, thinking about what was to come. With the event ready to begin, she was positively wet. Across from her, her wolf’s eyes glittered as he stared at her. He sniffed the air and grinned as though he scented her arousal.

Jaimie leaned close. “Which one is yours?

“Directly across. The one who looks like a wolf, of course.”

Jaimie gasped. “Oh, my god, Luc. He looks dangerous.”

Jaimie had no idea. “Deliciously so,” she confirmed. And all hers. While they waited for everyone to arrive, and the games to begin, Lucy chatted with Jaimie, who was getting more nervous by the minute.

She glanced at the other women lining their side of the room. She knew many of them, though they were in costume and masked. Snow White with her tapping foot owned an interior design company in financial trouble according to the grapevine, and Rapunzel was a bored rich girl with too much money and time on her hands.

“If lust could be bottled, this room would be worth a fortune,” Jaimie muttered.

“You got that right.” Lucy giggled and nudged Jaimie. “Look, there’s Little Bo Peep and Mary. I think they’ve lost their sheep.”

Mary wore a sweet pink dress with a Peter Pan collar. Bo’s costume consisted of a white blouse and red checked skirt that rippled and fluttered with every step. Both carried a hooked staff.

Bo bounced up to them. “I’m Bo Peep, and I’m looking for my sheep.” She swung her head around and studied the wall of men. “Ah, I see them.” She skipped over to two men who fell to their hands and knees.

Lucy rolled her eyes. Bo’s skirt was non-existent in the back, leaving her ass bare. Of everyone in the club, this woman was Lucy’s least favorite club member. Though Jerri was outwardly friendly, there was something calculating and hard about her. She hooked the end of her staff around the neck of one man and clipped a rope leash to the collar of the second man, then led them to the other end of the room.

“Ah, Little Bo Beep found her sheep,” Lucy giggled.

“Lucy.” Jaimie grabbed her arm. “I can’t do this. I’m not into whips and bondage and whatever else goes on here.”

“Relax, Jaimie. Give yourself a chance.” Bryce had better come through. She admitted to being a tad worried. He hadn’t participated in years, not since Annie’s death. A glance at the huge mantle clock revealed it was time for the event to start. So where was he?

The double doors swept open, and she relaxed. She recognized her boss even with his mask. Power clung to him as though he was indeed a Royal.

“There’s your prince,” she said to Jaimie as Bryce took his place at the end of the line of men. Around her, the other women whispered, each hoping he was their prince charming. The sexual tension in the room blasted the roof off.

“If that’s my prince, I’m in heaven,” Jaimie breathed, fanning herself.

“See. Told you. Fun. Lots of sex and fun.”

Hastings stepped into the room. “Queen Grimhilde.”

A tall woman in leather and lace entered. Her black corset pushed her breasts up and out, and a sheer skirt with red accents barely covered her crotch in front and trailed the floor behind her. Four men, each impressive in size and stature followed the queen. Each man wore shiny black boots, full mask, and a sling-style bodysuit that did little to hide their equipment, but none of them held a candle to her wolf. They were Glorie’s playmates for the weekend as well as monitors. It was their job to make sure nothing got out of hand.

The queen of Dommes wore her dark hair piled high and had threaded red ribbons throughout. A black choker dotted with glittering gems accented her long neck, and those heels… Lucy eyed the spiky-heeled shoes with envy. She had no trouble imagining herself wearing those beauties as she spun across the dance floor. She wished she were tall and slender. But no, she was short and too curvy in her opinion.

She peeked at her partner and flushed. He was staring at her. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see his eyes or expression. She felt his desire. Her gaze dipped. Yep, he wanted her. He wasn’t rock hard, but he wasn’t hanging limp either. More moisture gathered between her legs.

The snap of a whip drew her attention back to the queen. Glorie was one of Bryce’s closest friends and his partner in the club. Because Lucy helped with many of the club’s events, she’d become friendly with the woman, even though Glorie still awed and scared her just a bit. Hell, the woman scared her a fucking lot. Her Domme personality wasn’t a bedroom persona. She was a Domme through and through.

Lucy had to admit, the woman knew how to make an entrance. The room hushed. Anticipation hummed throughout.

The Domme took time to meet each person’s gaze with her own. She was the only person in the room not wearing a mask. “Good afternoon, my lovely subjects. I’m Queen Grimhilde, Snow White’s evil stepmother, and as I survey all of you gathered in this room, I declare that I am still the fairest in all the land.”

Lucy laughed along with everyone else.

The whip snapped. “Your host, as usual, is otherwise engaged but has made available his castle and grounds. Most of you know the rules. Those who are new, your partner will explain what you need to know. You will each be shown to your quarters for the weekend. We’ll meet in the ballroom Saturday evening for the ball. Until then, remember—safe, sane, and consensual.”

One by one, the women were paired with one or two men. Bo Peep wasted no time shooing her sheep out the door at the back of the room.

“Red Riding Hood. Your wolf awaits.”

Lucy stepped forward as did her wolf. He pointed to the ground. Lucy knelt, assuming a submissive posture. Her Dom circled her several times, then stopped in front of her, so close his gloved cock brushed her forehead. It was tempting to lift her head, to stick out her tongue and touch him through the black fabric, but she didn’t.