Red & Her Big Bad Dom (3 page)

He snapped his fingers. “Follow me. The woods await.”

His deep, husky voice with just a hint of an accent vibrated through her, warming her belly and heating her core. It amazed her that his voice alone made her throb. She stood, keeping her head bent, her gaze to the ground. When he whipped around to lead the way, she almost stumbled. Not only was his crotch cut out, but so was the seat of his pants.

She stared at the G-string tucked into the crease of his ass. The black set off his nicely tanned buttocks and was more temptation than she could resist. As soon as they exited through a side door into the garden, she cupped his cheeks, finding the flesh warm and firm. The man most definitely worked out.

He stopped suddenly, eyes narrowed to slits behind his mask. “Did I give you permission to touch?”

Head bowed meekly, Lucy licked her lips. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t resist. Guess you’ll have to punish me.
Sir
.”

“Ah, my lovely little sub wants to be punished?”

Lucy shivered, and the wetness between her legs dripped down the inside of her thighs. “Oh, yes, Sir. I need to be punished.”

Her Dom swept in, picked her up, and slung her over his very broad shoulder. Lucy grinned. When the flat of his hand came down hard on her bare ass, not once, not twice, but three times in rapid succession, she sighed. The sharp smacks sent heat right into the heart of her clit. Her sigh gave way to a squeal when his finger slid into her.

“You’re hot and wet, Red.”

“Yes, Sir—” She squealed and swallowed her gasps of pleasure as he stroked his finger in and out. God, she wanted this man with an intensity that often scared her.

The Wolf carried her through the garden and headed along a path leading away from the mansion. “You are mine. Mine to play with, to do whatever I want.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Play with me. I’m yours. Only yours.” She groaned, her hands still on his ass, her fingers digging in as he eased his finger up through her wet folds. She bit her lip to keep from crying out when he found aching center. A soft whimper escaped.

He stopped. “I don’t hear you.” He pinched her clit.

The light sensation of pain sent need rocketing through her. Lucy screamed, then whimpered when he pulled his hand away.

“Let the games begin,” he whispered, his palm caressing her stinging ass.

****

Graham set Lucy on her feet at the edge of the woods. A path led into the dark interior. He thought of his own property in the hills and his work in converting a portion of it into a play area. He held back his sigh. For now, he’d play the game her way.

He picked up the wicker basket sitting behind a fern and handed it to her. “Off to Grandma’s, Red.” He patted her butt.

“Yes, Mr. Wolf.”

Lucy’s brown eyes were wide and bright with lust as she flicked her jet-black hair over her shoulder. Her steps were full of bounce, and her hips swayed provocatively, calling his attention to her luscious curves. Lucy was one hell of a saucy, spicy woman. She had a little meat on her bones, and he was damn eager to go gnaw on every delicious inch of her. His groin tightened. He growled low in this throat.
Easy boy.

Just before she rounded a bend, she flipped her skirt up, teasing him with the sight of her nicely rounded ass. He laughed. God, the woman knew how to drive him crazy. He might be the Dom, but like most subs, she controlled the game. Glancing at his swelling cock, he tore off the G-string glove, freeing his dick to the kiss of air. Let Red see how hungry her wolf was.

He set off, his steps slow to give her time to reach the scene he’d set up. As he headed deeper into the woods, he admired the work Bryce had done in converting the forest on his grounds into a safe yet still wild area. The path was clear, the edges maintained with lights hidden in the green growth.

He rounded a curve, and there she was, in a small, manmade meadow, sitting on a bench carved to resemble an old log. The hood of her cloak covered her hair and on her lap, sat a wicker basket.

Beyond her stood a rustic cabin, theirs for the next three days. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He’d been with her long enough that he no longer had to remind himself to add a bit of an accent to disguise his voice. His Dom voice was naturally deeper, but to be sure he didn’t get caught in his little deception, he’d geeked up “Graham’s” voice a tad more whenever he was around her, much to Bryce’s amusement. What a twisted life he lived.

Lucy jumped up. “I’m Little Red Riding Hood, and you’re the big, bad, wolf.”

She wore that haughty air that drove him nuts at the office. He grinned in anticipation. “Yes, I’m your wolf, and I’m going to eat you and make you scream.”

Lucy licked her lips. Her gaze lowered. Her eyes widened and flared with enough heat to sizzle the blood pulsing through his dick. “Oh, my, Mr. Wolf, what is that big
thing
?”

Graham loved hearing the desire in her husky voice. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He took himself in hand and stroked. “It’s my big, bad cock. Do you like it?”

Lucy worried her lower lip, playing her part. “I don’t know. It looks scary. And way too big.”

Her fingers twitched, and he almost felt them dancing along his hard shaft. “Big enough to give you lots of pleasure, Red. Come see for yourself.”

She set her basket down and strolled toward him. “Can I touch it?”

“No. Kneel and look at it.” He removed the playful humor from his voice and became her Dom.

Lucy knelt and stared hungrily at his cock. “Oh, my, Mr. Wolf. It looks very tasty. And juicy.” She stared at the drop of pre-cum beaded on the very tip.

“Open your mouth, Little Red and find out.”

She opened her mouth, and Graham teased her lips with the deep purple head. Her tongue snaked out, lapped his moisture, dipped into the tiny opening, and then teased the tender flesh beneath his head. His buttocks clenched.

“Use your hands, Red, and show me you know what to do.”

Needing no further invitation, she stroked his aching cock. Up and down, squeezing and releasing, then her closed hand twisted around him, making him shudder and moan. When his breath caught in his throat, she feathered her lips over him, licking and laving the knob of his head.

“Ah, Red.” He dug his fingers into her hair, pulling lightly, urging her to take more of him.

Lucy drew in her wolf’s cock fully and deeply, sucking as she stroked the smooth, steely contours. He was hot and swollen, his groans low and harsh. Heady with the knowledge that she pleased him, she drew in short, shallow breaths of air as she traced her tongue over the ropey vein that ran along the underside of his shaft.

One of her hands guided him in and out of her mouth while the other slipped beneath him and cupped his sac. He had to be close to coming with the way his balls hugged his body. She scraped her nails over them lightly. He jerked and groaned. Familiar with what made her nighttime wolf howl with pleasure, she trekked one finger up between his taut cheeks, found his puckered entrance, and pressed her finger against the tight ring of muscle, the tip easing in.

His hands tightened in her hair. She wanted to please him, to taste him, was so caught up in the feel of him and his scent that when he bunched his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back, breaking her rhythm and slipping his cock from her mouth, she moaned. “No, let me finish.”

“What were you doing, little sub?” The deep displeasure in his voice made her clit throb and moisture leaked from her pussy. He walked behind her and knelt.

“Pleasing you.” She groaned when his hands slipped around her waist, his palms warm as he trailed them up, stopping below her aching breasts. The heat in her pussy flared outward.

“You were going to eat me.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. I want to eat you.” His low chuckle shimmied through her. Her core clenched.

“You got it wrong, my dear Red. The wolf eats the girl.” He growled and nipped her shoulder. His hands ripped both sides of her blouse to her waist. Her breasts, heavy and swollen with desire fell out into his cupped hands. “What lovely tits you have, Red.”

“All for you,” she panted as he squeezed and massaged her flesh. When his fingers closed over her nipples and pinched, she cried out. The flash of pain echoed in her clit like thunder following a strike of lightning. The ache deep inside burst into throbbing need.

His hands trailed from waist to thigh and back up beneath her skirt to palm her bottom. “What a nice ass you have, Red. Is this mine, too?”

His breath in her ear made her moan. “Yes, Sir. For you to spank when I’m bad.”

He nibbled along the outside edges of her ear. “What if I want to spank you with my new paddle, even if you’re being good, just to watch your ass turn nice and pink?” He bit her lobe then licked the abused flesh.

Lucy tipped her head to one side. “Oh, yes, Mr. Wolf.” She groaned. Her insides turned to liquid. “Please, Sir.”

“Lift your skirt, my sweet sub. You are my sweet sub, aren’t you, Red?”

God, yes
. She could barely breathe. Her body hummed with lust that only this man could satisfy. “I’ll be whatever you want,” she whimpered as she lifted her skirt. The gentle breeze cooled her hot, wet flesh, even as her wolf’s touch lit a fire deep inside her.

His fingers stroked the moisture gathering on her inner thighs. “So wet already, little sub.” He touched her wet pussy from beneath while the fingers of his other hand raked furrows in her damp, black curls. “Ah. You want me.”

She whimpered when he rubbed a finger over her clit. “Yes. Please, Mr. Wolf. I want your big, bad cock inside me.” She spread her legs to give him full access.

“You have to earn it, pet.” His finger circled and stroked. Her hips fell into his rhythm, rising to meet him. When he plunged two fingers into her weeping pussy, she cried out, then clamped her lips together to keep from screaming.

“No,” her wolf ordered. “You will show your wolf how much you like what he does. I want to hear you. You’ll scream before I let you come, Red, and you’ll scream when you come.”

His deep, beautiful voice hummed through her. Yeah, she’d scream. It didn’t matter they were outside, out in the open, Lucy let loose her inhibitions and cried out. His plunging fingers curled and pressed against her sensitive G-spot. Her hips jerked, and she screamed. He was driving her to her peak. Tension gathered, a tight ball of raw lust tearing through her, seeking release.

“Yes, oh, yes. Please, Sir, let me come.” She panted and moaned. He never let her get him off the first time, and he never let her come so easily. He’d make her beg for it.

“You know I won’t,” he murmured in her ear, even as he stroked her harder and faster. “Your clit is swelling. You’re so close.” He nuzzled her neck and pulled his fingers from her clenching pussy and away from her straining clit.

The pain of his withdrawal left Lucy gasping. If not for his arms around her, she’d have fallen onto her hands. She whimpered, felt empty, and that emptiness hurt. “Oh, god, please, Sir.” Her fingers twitched. One little touch was all she needed to get off. As though he read her mind, he snagged her hands and pulled them behind her back.

“That might get you off fast and quick, but my way is better, isn’t it, pet?”

“Dammit, you know it is.” This man whose face remained a mystery knew what her body craved. She’d been married for four years, and her geeky husband hadn’t come close to figuring out what made her tick. Or in this case, what gave her such mind-boggling orgasms.

He released her hands. “Hands over your head.”

As soon as she raised her hands, her Wolf yanked her dress up and off, leaving her naked with the filtered sun playing across her swollen breasts. Circles of light danced like tiny halos around her nipples. His fingers played with her twin peaks, rolling the tips and tweaking them until they were hard pebbles. Each pinch brought tugs of pleasure to her clit. Her hips jerked and rotated in a silent plea.

“So beautiful. I love your tits. On your hands and knees. I want to see them dangle.”

Lucy dropped to all fours and jiggled. In their past sessions, it drove him wild to see her breasts sway, her nipples hard little points. And he drove her wild when his hands to slipped beneath her to cup them. He didn’t disappoint. He leaned over, his hard body curved around hers. One hand rested on the ground beside one of hers while the other played with her breasts. She sighed as his tongue licked a fiery path along her shoulders.

“I have big plans for us this weekend, Red.” His hand roamed from her breasts, over her belly to her aching mound. “Are you ready?”

Gasping when he pressed the heel of his hand to her swollen clit, Lucy lifted her head. “Yes, Mr. Wolf. I’m ready.”

Ready to be fucked senseless by her Dom, who was every bit as alpha as his namesake.

Chapter Three

Graham leaned back and swallowed his groan at the sight of Lucy’s ass tipped toward him. With each caress of his finger across her swollen clit, her ass circled and clenched. He drew his finger down the center of her crease, over the tight rosebud, and dipped into her wet pussy. Immediately, the walls contracted, trying to hold him inside.

He slipped out, smiled at her moan, and pulled her liquid heat up to coat her anus. She shuddered nicely as he teased the nerves there. “I love your ass, Red.”

“Too big,” she said.

He stroked two fingers inside her pussy, probing deep. She gasped. “Just right. I love every inch of it.” He smacked one cheek lightly.

He closed his eyes, fighting control as the walls of her pussy quivered around his fingers, pulled at him with every withdrawal, and sucked him back in. He wanted to shove his cock inside, feel her gripping and throbbing around him. He ached to fuck her.

First her. Pleasuring her gave him enormous satisfaction. Her whimpers, sighs, and cries heightened his own desire. Her clit arched toward his finger, and her ass tipped up, giving him both better access and a cock-swelling view of her delicious pink pussy gleaming with her juices. His fingers slid in and out. He heard the erotic sound of her wetness and watched the contractions of her tight rosette.