Red & Her Big Bad Dom (4 page)

His cock pulsed with the need to ram himself deep inside her pussy and hear her scream. He worked her clit harder, faster, and curled his fingers inside her, searching for that rough patch of super sensitive flesh. He found it. “Now, Red. Come now.”

Lucy didn’t need to be told twice. Gasping and panting, she gave herself over to his masterful handling. Her clit swelled. She bucked her hips and clenched her buttocks, shoving it higher onto his fingers. He massaged her G-spot sending her nearly over the edge with that one stroke.

He pressed hard. She screamed as everything within her shattered. He didn’t stop, he kept her at the peak, pulling every last shudder and spasm from her until she hung her head, each breath harsh and loud as she heaved air into her lungs. His fingers pulled out, and behind her, she heard the crinkle of foil.

Though he wasn’t inside her, her body still pulsed, as though seeking him. Her orgasm had consumed her soul, yet her body was still on edge. Needing more. The broad head of his cock probed her entrance. She wept in relief. “Please, Sir. Please, Mr. Wolf. I need your big cock inside me.”

His big hands parted her ass cheeks. She tipped her ass higher, ready to take him, eager for his thick shaft to stretch and fill her, to have him pound her into ecstasy.

Graham wanted to tease Lucy, ease himself in one slow inch at a time and make her beg. He tried. The first touch of the slick heat of her pussy made him hiss. He shoved the head of his dick inside. Her pulsating walls, still convulsing from her orgasm pushed his control aside like a freight train mowing down a car on the tracks.

He drove hard and fast, filling her, stretching her tight space. She fit him as snug as his G-string glove, her flesh swelling until she gripped him with thousands of tiny fingers. Her scream of pleasure nearly made him come right then and there. Damn, he’d never been so on edge. He prided himself on his control. With other subs, he came when he decided but not with Lucy. With her, his control slipped.

He fucked her fast and hard, needing to drive her back up and over, and this time, he planned to join her. Leaning over her, he palmed her swaying breasts and pinched her nipples. He felt the tug to her pussy, and a louder scream was music to his ears.

“With me,” he ordered, pulling back. He gripped her hips in his hands, tipped her ass upward, and fucked her like a wild animal. Her voice joined his as they gasped and moaned.

“Sir!” she screamed for him.

“Now!” he shouted.

One thrust. Two. Her body exploded around him, gripping him, holding him as she spasmed out of control. He stiffened, the base of his spine tingling, his toes curling as he released a hoarse roar. Hot cum shot from his balls, through his cock and exploded into his condom. His orgasm shuddered through him like a fire raging through a forest.

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Spent, Lucy let her Dom take them to the ground. He curled around her, his cock still inside. He brushed his hand over her still throbbing clit.

“Thank you, Red.”

She loved how her wolf was always thanking her. Before him, she’d had several Doms at the various clubs. And though they’d all given her great pleasure, none came close to giving her what this unknown man so easily gave.

“I think I should be the one doing the thanking,” she murmured, falling into their after-sex pattern. He always held her and stayed in her until he either slipped out or started a new round. No wham-bam-thank-you-ma’ams with this Dom.

“I never want you to think I take you or what you offer me for granted.” He kissed the side of her neck, soft, sweet caresses that made her sigh.

“That is sweet,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, Lucy,” he said. “I take care of what’s mine.” His hand closed gently over one breast.

Lucy smiled. She’d agreed months ago to become his exclusively. And he’d given her the same commitment. “Do I get to see your face this weekend?”

“Not yet.” He wrapped an arm around her, rolled onto his back, and pulled her on top of him so they both stared up into the clear blue sky. Her head lay back over his shoulder. Beneath her, his knees rose, parting hers. His cock fell out of her. She mourned the loss of him filling her.

Understanding what he wanted, she bent her knees, pulled them up, and let them fall open with a sigh.

“I’m going to push you this weekend, Red. We’re going to take care of some of your fantasies.”

Her eyes popped wide. “What fantasies?” Oh god, what had she told him during those times when they cuddled in each other’s arms?

He chuckled. “That would be telling, my sweet sub. Where’s the fun in that?”

His voice dropped even lower, the timbre of it burning through her like liquid sunshine. Every inch of her went hot.

He held up his hands, showing her the strip of black cloth that had been tied at his throat. She swallowed. Being blindfolded wasn’t one of her favorites. It was hard enough to give up control when she could see, but blinded…that was harder.

“Do you trust me?” His breath was warm in her ear.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Lift your head.”

Lucy complied, shifting so he could tie the scarf behind her head. The world of blues, greens, and browns was snuffed out. Everything turned black. Dark.

“Lie back down.”

Sprawled on top of her wolf, she tried to figure out what he had in mind. It wasn’t as though he could grab a toy to use on her. The basket of toys—yes, she’d peeked—was by the log. All he had was his hands and those oh so clever fingers. She smirked. And his cock.

The sun wasn’t directly above them, but enough light pierced the trees to warm her body. The gentle breeze felt good, especially when it hit her pussy and lingered like a lover’s kiss.

Her wolf’s hands stroked her sides, her belly, her breasts. His lips swept across the side of her neck. “You feel so good.”

Draped over her wolf, she drifted as he stroked her, his hands calm, just touching, not demanding.

“Tonight, we’re going to do a bit of role play,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue tracing the swirls.

“What kind?” She sounded dreamy.

“The one where the wolf hunts his prey and gets her.”

She gulped. Ever since she agreed to be his Red Riding Hood, they’d talked of different scenes. One that she’d laughingly joked about had been with him chasing her through the woods, catching her, and having his way with her. “I think we just took care of that one,” she breathed, her heart speeding up.

“Oh, no, what I have planned is much, much better.” He nipped the outer edge of her ear. “And we didn’t have an audience.”

“An audience?” Her voice rose to a loud squeal. She felt him smile against her.

“Didn’t you once tell me one of your fantasies was fucking while others watched?”

Lucy moaned. “We did that. At the club. In one of the rooms with windows.”

“Ah, but we didn’t do it out here.” His hands traveled down her belly to the insides of her thighs.

The Wolf whispered what he was going to do to her when he caught her and how, hidden in the woods, others would watch as he fucked her until she screamed. She’d be the star. The thought made her wet. As though he knew her thoughts, he eased a finger through her wet folds, parting her.

“So wet talking about it. I can’t wait to see how wet you get tonight.” He spread his legs, opening hers wider. His finger traced around her clit.

“What else do you have planned,” she asked, trying to ignore the hot flames licking a path down her thighs. She tried to remember other scenes they’d discussed. Normally, she was pretty adventurous, and her wolf had a way of drawing out all her secret fantasies.

His low laugh vibrated through her. “That would ruin the surprise, my lovely sub.” He parted her nether lips and let the air dance over her wetness. “I wish I could see your pretty pussy right now, Red.”

“I can get off,” Lucy suggested.

“Hmm, I bet you could, pet.”

Lucy chuckled. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

“I know. Stay. I like holding you and touching you. But if I were staring down at you, what would I see? Describe yourself, Red.”

Wrinkling her nose, she thought a moment. She’d never engaged in talk like this, and though she was getting better at it, voicing their sexual play in graphic terms still made her uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m naked and so relaxed I might fall asleep,” she said, grinning, her eyes closed beneath the blindfold. A sharp pinch to her inner thigh made her squeal in surprise. “Hey!”

“Making sure you’re awake,” he said. “Continue. I’ll help you.” He shifted his hands back to her breasts. “I’d see these beautiful breasts staring up at me, begging me to take them in hand. The nipples are hard and red, because I’ve been playing with them.” He pinched them and rolled the tiny nubs between thumb and forefinger. “Is that what I’d see?”

“Yes,” Lucy said, her breath catching. Arrows of heat stabbed her clit.

“Good, now tell me what I would see here.” His hand cupped her mound. She waited for more, but he didn’t touch her further.

She licked her lips, shy when it came to describing herself yet incredibly turned on by the naughtiness of her position and talking about it. Moisture leaked from her still throbbing pussy and was cooled by the air. “Inside, I’m wet.”

One lean finger dipped into her. “That you are, my sweet sub.” He spread her wider. “What else?”

She sighed. “I’m all pink and open, like an unwrapped present waiting for my Dom to claim.”

“And what would your Dom do with this nice gift.” He found her hands, threaded his fingers through hers, and brought both of them back to her breasts, holding her palms over her aroused nipples.

“My Dom would lick me.”

“Hmm, I think your Dom would do quite a bit more than that.”

Lucy squirmed as she imagined him licking her, his tongue circling, lapping up every drip and drop of her leaking juices. “Yes, Sir, he would—”

Something touched her wet, dripping pussy and continued up to her clit in one strong lick. She screeched and tried to bolt up, but her wolf held her tight, his hands firm while other hands held her knees open.

“Shh, trust me.” His lips glided along her jaw.

Her heart pounded against her chest as someone settled between her legs. Hands skimmed over her belly and framed her sex.

“Sir?” Her voice rose up an octave. There had to be at least three others staring at her naked body and her exposed pussy.

“What do you feel, Red?” His voice sounded rough and gravelly.

“Someone licking me.” Lucy tried to calm her heart. Her pulse was pounding so hard in her ears, she had a hard time hearing and her thoughts were jumbled and wild. Who was down there, and why had he set this up? There was no doubt he’d set the scene.

“Feel, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Let yourself feel. You want this.”

She nodded and tried to relax. Strong fingers soothed her inner thighs. Strong but slender and smooth. The hands on her knees disappeared, and there was only one person between her legs. Lucy frowned, concentrated on the tongue exploring between her folds and dipping into her pussy. Smaller than her wolf’s, pointier.

Her jaw dropped. “It’s a woman?” The sensations rolling through her had her hips circling and lifting. Lips settled on her clit and drew the heart of her into a warm, welcoming mouth, then suckled lightly. Lucy pulled her fingers free and arched her back, her hands flat on the cool grass beneath them. “Oh-oh.” How had he known that she’d wanted to experience a woman eating her out?

“Put your hands on mine, baby. Feel how much I love your tits.”

Lucy gripped the back of his hands as he squeezed and kneaded. He pinched her hard nipples and sent a sizzling bolt of electricity straight to her clit. She tilted her hips, lifting herself into the wicked, clever mouth.

Sensations assailed her body, chasing away all inhibitions. She gave herself over to the two people paying homage to her body—her wolf tormenting her breasts, whispering encouragement and naughty things in her ear, and the unknown woman between her legs. She focused on the tongue running up and down her folds, diving inside her throbbing pussy, then traveling up to flick her aching clit.

Gentle hands flattened against her thighs and pressed. The woman’s breath was warm, and when she blew on her clit, Lucy jerked. Her movements were tender, taking Lucy on a lazy sensual ride.

“How does it feel to have a woman eating you while I play with your tits?”

“Feels so good,” Lucy, gasped as the woman’s mouth closed over her clit again. “Really good.” She lifted her hips, wanting more, begging for more than this slow, easy, exploration. As though the woman knew what she wanted and needed, she slid a finger into Lucy’s pussy, then two, and scissored them, twisted and pumped them in and out.

“Are you close to coming, pet?” He nipped her ear, then his tongue swirled behind it in short, teasing rasps.

The torturous tension in her body shoved her up toward that coveted peak. Her hips fell into the rhythm of the woman’s mouth, and her clit throbbed and ached, needing more, wanting more, demanding more.

“Yes. Please,” she begged.
Almost. She was almost there. Almost, yes, yes.

Everything stopped. “No!” she wailed, panting.

“Roll over, my sweet sub. On your hands and knees.”

Hands guided her, helped her straddle her wolf, urged her to spread her knees further apart and scoot up. She was open and exposed and found it very erotic not knowing who was behind her. Beneath her, her wolf reached up and cupped her breasts. He drew her nipple into his mouth. She moaned. His mouth was so clever, so hot.

Those soft, strong fingers belonging to the stranger stroked her ass, then glided into her crease. She stiffened when those fingers lingered at her tight rosette. When something cool hit the sensitive flesh, she gave a startled yelp. Her ass was her one sensitive area, one she hadn’t fully relinquished to her wolf. Her breathing went frantic as panic set in.

Beneath her, The Wolf gripped her face in his hands. “Do you trust me, Lucy?” He lifted the blindfold up enough for her to see his eyes through his mask.

She sank into those calming blues and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. And she did. Aside from the occasional butt plug, he’d not tried to take her there, respecting her boundaries.