Red & Her Big Bad Dom (6 page)

With his breath warm against her skin, she rode that raft of desire down a fast moving river. Each stroke, each foray inside her, and each squeeze of her fingers on her clit made her feel as though she were spinning, the waters growing rougher. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t his touch sending her on her wondrously wild ride but his deep, baritone voice urging her faster, ordering her to slow down, telling her how to touch herself. “Tell me what your clit feels like?”

Eyes closed, mind focused on her hand, her sex and his voice, Lucy licked her lips and touched her clit. “It’s so swollen. And throbbing.” Talking was difficult as her breathing was short and shallow. She arched her back, clenched her ass, and moaned. “It wants.”

“What does it want, Red?”

“It wants you to make it come. Please, Sir.” Her voice rose to a desperate wail. God, she wanted his hands on her, sending her over the edge.

“Hold your pussy lips apart.”

Lucy gladly switched places and prepared to be catapulted into the stars.

“I see your sweet little clit, Red. It’s begging, isn’t it?” He drew a light circle around her clit, then pinched the swollen nub between his fingers.

Her hips jerked, sent the swing swaying. Lucy bit back a scream, remembered his instructions for the weekend, and let out a low, keening cry.

“Ah, I like hearing you scream, Red. You’ll scream for me later, won’t you?”

Lucy would promise anything if it meant he’d fuck her. “Yes.” Inside, the pressure built to a frantic pain that needed release. Her hips rolled up and down, pressing her mound against his finger.

“When I say, pet.”

“Yes—yes Sir.” She barely got it out before she realized it was too late. She was going to come whether or not he gave permission. She gasped, arched against him, and screamed his name as his fingers drove her over the edge.

****

Graham nipped her earlobe. “Naughty sub. I didn’t say you could come.”

Still breathing hard, Lucy turned her head and eyed him with a fresh wave of lust. “Guess you’ll have to punish me, Sir.”

He groaned at the satisfied look in her eyes and the impish grin of anticipation. The thought of spanking her ass sent lust straight to his hard and pulsing cock. The glove was too tight. He shifted uncomfortably. “You did that on purpose, Red.”

She sent him a wide, innocent look. “I couldn’t help it, Sir. I’m sorry, I was weak.”

He chuckled. Weak? Like hell. He shook his head. “We’ll deal with your punishment later.” He urged her upright, wrapped his arms around her waist, and launched them both off the swing. He steadied her, leaned down, and kissed her more than willing mouth.

The spicy-sweetness that was Lucy drew him deeper. The taste of her sang through his veins, a drug that once indulged in was forever in his blood. Kissing her had become one of life’s greatest pleasures. What would it feel like to be able to do this whenever he wanted, wherever they were? Or know the intimacy of her fingers skimming over his face, not his mask?

How many times had he walked into her office and fought the urge to pull her into his arms and just indulge himself like this. He desperately needed to kiss her and claim her as The Geek, not the masked Wolf. His heart ached as he lifted his head.

He smiled down at her, shelving his deepest needs and his love. “That should warm you up.” He fixed her blouse, hiding her beautiful tits.

Lucy went stiff in his arms. “Sir?”

“Show time, my sweet sub.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I wish we could stay here.”

He laughed low and soft as he swung her red cloak over her shoulders. “No, you’d wonder and regret not doing this.”

Her sigh was long and loud. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Okay, what am I doing?”

He held out his hand and led her away from the cabin and onto a path lined with lights that cut through the woods. After a short distance, he stopped her. “How about a nice, long scream. Remember, you’re sweet, little innocent Red Riding Hood, and a big, bad wolf is chasing you through the forest.”

Lucy opened her mouth and screamed. “Help! Help!”

He nodded. “Good.” He led her further, his arm around her. “Again.”

Her screams shattered the stillness. He teased his fingers beneath her skirt and found her wet. She was turned on and eager. He kissed her, slow and deep, stepped back, and stared at her with a frown.

He sent her a wicked grin and freed one pert breast. He tucked the elastic of the top beneath that gorgeous globe, then hiked up her skirt, revealing the curve of her ass. “Better. Start running, Red, and be prepared to be ravished by your wolf.”

Lucy stood on tiptoe and nipped his lower lip. “The ravisher may find himself ravished,” she whispered before she took off, shouting, “Help! The wolf is after me. Help! Help!”

Graham shook his head. She had that right. He might live with the illusion that he was in charge, but ultimately, Lucy called the shots. Without her willingness to give him control, he’d be left wanting.

He whipped off his glove, stroked himself until he was rock hard, and then strode after his prey. For fun, he let out a long, loud howl.

****

Lucy burst into a clearing slightly larger than the one where her wolf and Glorie had taken her earlier. She shouted and screamed. The distant sound of a howl startled her. She whirled around. Damn, was that her Wolf or did Bryce have real, live wolves on his property.

Small twinkling lights, thousands of them flashed on and lit up the treetops. They winked down at her like stars. High above in one tree, a large yellowish-white globe hung suspended, as though the moon had fallen from the sky. Bushes and trees surrounded the entire area.

Where was her audience? She ran around the clearing, pretending to be seeking a way out and noticed that the bushes didn’t look wild and overgrown but planted and shaped and placed at precise intervals. She peered into one and grinned when she caught the wink of metal. They were tunnels. Her audience was well hidden, and the grassy area her stage.

Her body hummed with anticipation. She was the star of this show, and knowing that her wolf would burst into the clearing and have his way with her made her pussy contract. Moisture coated her inner thighs. Another howl sent her heart into her throat.

“Help! The wolf is after me! Help me! Someone help me!”

The sound of a whip cracked the air. She whirled around, and there he was, her wolf, his steps measured as he stalked her. With a tree at her back, she had no place to go. He growled, pointed to the ground. Head bent, eyes down, she knelt.

“Tell me you are mine to do whatever I wish.” His voice, deep and as menacing as a wolf’s, boomed out so all could hear.

Keeping her shoulders rounded, she answered, “I’m yours, Mr. Wolf.” And god, he could do whatever he wished. Her nipples tightened as she thought about him fucking her out here with people watching.

He strode around her, yanked her blouse down, exposing both breasts. The leather-covered handle of the whip trailed along her spine and between her legs. The thin shaft rode along her wet pussy. Pure desire shot through her as he played the whip over her clit like a violinist played his bow across the strings. Lucy moaned, her hips bucking forward.

Before she could fully enjoy the sensation, he stopped. “Get up.”

Lucy stood, took his hand, and followed as he led her to another spot. This time, he made her face a dark shadowy tunnel and spread her legs. He kissed her hard, his tongue fucking her mouth while he lifted her skirt and fingerfucked her pussy. “You like knowing someone’s watching, don’t you, pet?”

Lucy moaned, heard an answering moan from the bushes. Realizing she was turning on another couple ramped up her own need. She contracted her muscles, gripping his fingers, holding them inside her.

“Yes, Sir.” She cried out when he withdrew and led her to yet another spot.

“Bend over and hold onto the tree.” His hands gripped her ass and spread her wide. Two fingers plunged into her weeping pussy.

“So hot. So wet.” He bent over and bit her on the back of the neck. “You belong to your wolf. Say it.”

“I belong to you,” Lucy cried out. She bit her lip to stop the scream as pleasure raced through her.

“No holding back, pet.” He pinched her nipples, sending another zing through her.

She screamed. A fresh wave of moisture gathered between her legs. His hard cock nudged her ass. She tried to shift and urge him inside.

“Not yet, pet.” He yanked her hard against him, her back to his chest, his teeth grazing the curve of her neck. His fingers found her clit and stroked, hard and fast.

Nothing else mattered except grabbing that orgasm before he stopped or denied her. It didn’t matter who observed. At that moment, it was only her and her wolf, her Dom, the man who knew how to make her body sing.

She gasped, moaned, and cried out. “Please, Sir. I need to come. I need—oh. Oh.

He didn’t give her permission, but he also didn’t give her a choice. Her orgasm gripped her every bit as hard as the arms holding her. Her hips bucked, and she screamed as he shoved her over the edge. He didn’t stop there. He drew out her orgasm, controlling each spasm, driving her higher, keeping her at the peak until she collapsed against him.

“Nice, little sub,” he whispered in her ear. He lifted his voice. “Did I tell you to come, Red?”

Lucy could barely breathe. “No, Mr. Wolf. I’m so sorry.” God, she wanted him inside her, fucking her as if they were wild animals.

He led her to the center where the light from the fake moon bathed them in silvery light and pointed to the ground.

Heart hammering, Lucy knelt, bent her head, and waited.

Her wolf dropped to his knees in front of her, tore her blouse up and over her head, then shoved her skirt down to the ground. “Show me what you’ve got for your wolf, Red.”

Lucy cupped her breasts and presented them to him. She whimpered as he closed his mouth over one, sucked hard, scraped his teeth across the tender flesh. Bolts of lightning flashed from her nipple to her clit. She cried out as he devoured her flesh, sucking and biting and pinching. She loved it when he was gentle, but nothing got her pussy hot and bothered more than when he was a bit on the rough side.

He lifted his head and straightened. “Red?” His voice was soft against her forehead.

She glanced up, stared into his glittering eyes, and nodded. “I’m good.”

He stood, his magnificent cock a mere inch from her mouth. Her hands itched to reach up and guide that lovely shaft between her lips. “What a big cock you have, Mr. Wolf.” She wanted to swirl her tongue around him, to lick and suck him until he lost control and shot his cum down her throat.

“Show me you know what to do with my big, bad cock, Red.” He leaned forward.

Lucy eagerly claimed him with her hand. She loved the feel of soft velvet over steel. She kissed him along his hard, hot length until she felt him shudder. Opening her mouth, she guided him in and out, her tongue tasting and licking.

A low growl from deep in his throat pleased her, and she sucked hard. Her fingers found his tight balls. Her wolf’s hands fisted in her hair and he pulled. The pleasure-pain made her groan. Her pace increased, the pressure of her mouth tightened as she fucked his cock. Another shudder rippled through him.

“Enough!” He shoved her away.

Playing her part, she tried crawling away as he grabbed a condom from a tiny pocket and rolled it over his swollen rod. Her wolf yanked her back to him, his hands digging into her hips as he lifted her ass and spread her cheeks.

“Where are you going, my tasty sub?” Graham drove his dick deep inside Lucy’s welcoming pussy, feeling her slick walls gripping him, sucking him deep into her hot sheath. He was so hard, so ready, he was afraid he might not be able to control himself and make the scene last.

Her cry of ecstasy echoed around the clearing. She thrust back, taking him deeper. He groaned, then glided out, his cock gleaming in the soft light. He lifted his hand and brought it down sharply on one rounded cheek, then drove his cock back inside.

She cried out again. Her pussy juices flowed around his aching cock. “Tell me, Red. Do you like being spanked by your wolf?” He smacked the cheek.

“Yes,” she rasped.

She bucked her hips, lifted her ass high, telling him she wanted—no, needed more. He eased out, back in, and spanked her. Again and again he drove himself into her hot pussy, harder and faster. A garbled scream, and her core contracted, her pussy gripping him so hard, he thought he’d explode.

“Please, Mr. Wolf. Let me come.”

Her husky voice, begging so prettily, nearly drove him over the edge. He loved the way she gasped, the catch in her throat as her need made breathing difficult. He almost caved.

The clearing was silent except for the sound of his hips slapping her ass and the wet sucking of her pussy as he fucked her. Her body tensed, and her hot, wet sheath gripped his cock. He groaned. Not yet, not yet. He wanted to make this experience so good, she’d never forget it.

Sobbing with her need, she rested her head on the ground. Her arms were probably too weak to hold her up. He withdrew, rolled her over, lifted her legs, and bent her knees. Her hands dug into the grass, and her body trembled.

Her gaze held his as he positioned his cock at her entrance. “Ready for the finale, Red?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

He smiled and inched into her slowly. Her hips lifted, met him, and held him. He’d never known another woman so passionate, so giving. She brought out the animal in him, as well as the need to both protect and provide. Right now, he planned to give her one hell of a good fuck. “When I say.”

Lucy knew her wolf well and knew the time for slow and gentle was long gone. His thrusts were hard and demanding, his pubic bone grinding against hers. Her clit relished more as he pounded into her. She thrashed, her fingers digging into the grass, her hips jerking off the ground as he pumped fast and furious.

He angled his hips, tilted hers, and slammed his cock against her sensitive spot inside. She threw her head back. “Yes! Yes!”

“Now!” He rammed himself hard and deep, his body taut.