Red & Her Big Bad Dom
Red & Her Big Bad Dom
by
Sydney St. Claire
Book Two
Once Upon A Dom
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Red & Her Big Bad Dom
COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Sydney St. Claire
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
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Cover Art by
Diana Carlile
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Publishing History
First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2014
Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-709-2
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To my daughter, Deanna Edwards,
one of the strongest women I know.
I’m very proud of your achievements and your
strength and our shared love of animals and crafts.
PRAISE FOR AUTHOR
Sydney St. Claire
CINDERELLA & PRINCE DOM
“Whew! …dust off the fairy tale and check the battery stash! Sydney St. Claire has given Cinderella some glass slippers with BDSM heels… While this is her first entree in the (erotic romance) genre, she pulls together a great story with an equal “hot factor” and love story. Great read!”
~Snarky Mom Reads
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“Those of you who were introduced to BDSM with Fifty Shades, please read this. THIS is how it is supposed to work…the author gets it.”
~Geneva, Paranormal Romance & Authors That Rock
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“…sex scenes are searing. I loved how they incorporated fairy tales into the story. Overall, this was an amazing book.”
~Victoria, Cocktails & Books
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“I quite enjoyed this erotic romance…perhaps the first I’ve read where the erotic side of the genre is emphasized most thoroughly.”
~Laura Roberts, Buttontapper Press
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“Cinderella & Prince Dom is a sizzling erotic romance novella that features a kinky fairytale role play weekend with a BDSM twist!”
~Kathleen, Jersey Girl Sizzling Book Reviews
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“…the author does a brilliant job at painting a sexy weekend. The sex was hot. HOT. The role-playing of all the fairy tales was a cute twist.”
~Nicole, Books N Pearls
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“Love, loved, LOVED this book.”
~Marika Weber, Harlies Books
Chapter One
Lucy Sanchez had a pain in her sexy ass named Graham Winters. Stepping out of the elevator, she headed for her office, glad the workday was nearly over. She stopped short when she spotted said P.I.H.S.A. sitting on one corner of her desk, swinging one leg back and forth. She dumped an armload of files on the desk, crossed her arms in satisfaction at the resulting loud thump, and stuck out her hip. “What do you want, Graham?”
Graham Winters, a blond-haired, blue-eyed god, might be one of the best-looking men around, but he was a geek, and Lucy had this rule: No geeks.
“Gee, Lucy. Can’t a guy just stop in to chat?” He nudged his dark-rimmed glasses up his nose and grinned.
She rolled her eyes. If ever there was a nerd, it was this computer whiz who happened to be one of the vice presidents. Graham was in charge of all things computer and data related.
He was Head Geek of a department of geeks. Her gaze roamed over his faded jeans, plaid shirt, bright yellow tie, and running shoes. She sighed. The man looked like one of the many college kids in his department, even though he’d passed the big three-oh mark last week. She knew, because he’d tried to get her to go celebrate with him.
She smirked. While Graham turned thirty in some noisy bar that catered to boring nerds, she’d been having wild and wonderful sex at a club with
The Wolf.
Thinking of her Dom made her breasts tingle and sent a low hum of desire deep into her core. Now there was a man no woman turned down.
When it became clear that Graham wasn’t going to get up, she heaved out a loud, long-suffering sigh. “Get your ass off my desk. I’ve got work to do.”
He stood and shoved his hands in his pockets.
Lucy pulled out her chair, sat, then pointed to her boss’s office. “Bryce is free. Go on in.” Aside from being a VP, the geek was a close friend to Bryce Langston, the owner of A & B Accounting.
“Don’t need Bryce, Lucy. I came to see you.” He opened one of the files.
Slamming her hand on the file, Lucy glared at Graham the Geek. “Go away. I have work to do, and I’m sure you do as well.”
“Nope, done. Heading out.” He shoved a hank of blond hair from his eyes and dropped into the chair next to her desk, planting his elbows on her desk, his chin resting on his clasped hands, his baby blue eyes fixed on her. “Have dinner with me. There’s this new Thai restaurant I want to try.”
Lucy wanted to bang her head on something hard, like his hard head. “No.” God, would he never learn?
“Aw, come on, Luc. I’m a pretty good date, you know. Rich, too. Lots of women throw themselves at my feet.” His eyes held longing, and did she see humor lurking there?
His sexy, bedroom eyes sent flutters of desire through her. She hardened her heart and mind. “No. Don’t care if you’re richer than God himself.” According to the rumor mill, he was very rich. He’d inherited family money and didn’t need to work, but that didn’t make any difference to her. She held up a hand to stop him from speaking. “No dates. No coffee. No Thai restaurants. No. No. No. Not going out with you, Graham. Period.”
How many more times would she have to tell him no in order for him to get the message? If he hadn’t been pals with her boss, she’d have cut him down a long time ago, but instead, she endured. Oh, how she endured.
She had to admit, with a body like his, it was tempting to go out with him. Too bad he was a nerd, but rules were rules.
Graham picked up a sharpened pencil and twirled it between his fingers. “Okay, no Thai dinner. How about a movie Friday night?”
“Dammit, Graham. Didn’t you hear a single word I said?”
“I heard. What’s the harm? One night. Just a movie. Not like I’m asking you to go to some wild, crazy sex club or something.”
Sex club. Her Dom. Yum.
What would The Geek say if she told him she wanted to go to a private and exclusive club like the one where she’d first met her wolf, her big, bad wolf? He’d be shocked and horrified, which made it very tempting to tell him. Might make him think twice about asking her out again.
Sorry, Graham. I’m a sub, and I need a dominant man, not an overgrown college nerd.
She nearly burst out laughing. No, she wasn’t that cruel, but thinking of Doms,
her
Dom, made her shiver in anticipation. This time tomorrow, she’d be with her wolf for three days of delicious sex. Yay for her!
A shiny, copper penny bounced across her desk. “A penny for them.”
“Huh?” She realized she’d zoned out.
Graham leaned back, rested an ankle across his knee and steepled his fingers together. He looked more like a boss or a VP than a nerdy geek, as though he were suddenly in control. “You looked all dreamy, like you’re thinking of something good. Share.”
The faint command in his voice nearly made her blurt out her thoughts. She met his gaze and wondered if he’d ever considered contacts. He did have wide, humor-filled blue eyes set in a tanned face with full, sensual lips. His thick, blond hair curled over the collar of his shirt.
It really was too bad he was such a geek. Unlike her ex-husband,
The Jerk,
Graham did have the whole body thing going for him. Her gaze flitted along his shoulders as she imagined running her hands over all that firm muscle. Was his broad chest hard and tanned, or was he skinny, flabby, and pasty white beneath his shirt.
“Like what you see?” He cocked a brow.
Brought up short, she groaned low in her throat, the sound coming out a growl. “Get real.” Yet her nipples tingled and deep in her center, arousal hummed. For some strange reason, she did find the man attractive. She sighed. Just think of Dirk. The Two-Timing Bastard Geek.
“So about tomorrow. Movie, yes?”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “Tomorrow, no. Have plans.” She held up her hand. “Weekend plans.” With her wolf.
Woohoo!
She shut down her computer.
Graham got to his feet and jammed his hands in his pockets. “You’re cruel, Lucy.”
“Yeah, that’s me. Goodbye.” She felt a twinge of guilt as he whirled around and strode out of her office.
“Cut the man a break, Lucy.”
Lucy glanced at the doorway separating her office from that of her boss’s. Bryce Langston leaned against the doorjamb. “Nope. Got rules, Bryce. You know that. He’s your pal, but…” She shrugged. “Rules are rules.”
“Dirk was a horse’s ass. Doesn’t mean other men will be unfaithful or that all geeks are the same.”
She winced. “Not ready for anything serious.” Unless it was with her wolf, and that reminded her of the upcoming weekend. Three delicious days of role-playing. The theme, this time, was fairy tales, and she was Little Red Riding Hood and her Big Bad Wolf was her Dom.
“Unless you need me, I’m done for the day.” She grinned impishly. “Have to pack and get ready for this weekend.” She grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer and stood.
Bryce shook his head in resignation. “Arranged for a limo to pick you up at Jaimie’s apartment.” His eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Lucy frowned. “Bryce, go easy on her. She’s as vanilla as they come.” And this was the first event he’d participated in since losing his wife to cancer.
Bryce’s demeanor stiffened. One brow shot up. “Are you telling me how to treat my sub?” His voice dropped several notches.
That deep baritone didn’t do anything for Lucy, which was too bad. Not only was Bryce super-hot, super rich, he was the king of Doms in her world. Unfortunately, he didn’t excite her.
“Save that lethal voice for Jaimie,” she muttered. “Or for the club, and remember Jaimie is my best friend. She’s going to be hurt when she learns I knew you were going to be her Dom. She’s the victim. That asshole boss of hers set her up to take the fall. Jaimie wasn’t part of the embezzling ring. She’s the one who uncovered it and has suffered enough.”
Bryce believed Jaimie was innocent, but he insisted on talking to her face to face and Jaimie refused. Her friend felt betrayed and hurt. And the whole affair had scared her. Had she not made copies of the files and dates that proved her innocence, she’d have gone to jail with the others.
Yet, Lucy understood Bryce’s frustration. Until he had a face-to-face with Jaimie, he’d have doubts.
Bryce tipped Lucy’s chin up. “I believe you, Lucy. And the evidence presented says she wasn’t involved. But I have to know for sure.”
Lucy nodded. “I know.” Bryce had been furious and shaken that people he trusted were robbing him blind. She smiled. “I trust you with her.”
“Good. Now get out of here. Go get ready for your weekend of pleasure.”
“Yes, sir.” Grinning, Lucy hurried out.
Pleasure Manor, here I come
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****
Graham paced his apartment, restless as a caged wolf. His encounter with Lucy left him more despondent than usual. He loved her, every delicious inch of her, and she refused to even go out for a damn cup of coffee. Hell, friends did coffee. Acquaintances met for coffee, yet he was lucky if she spoke two civil words. And pathetic man that he was, he deliberately baited her, just to hear her scathing voice.
He sighed. Why had he thought today would be any different? When Lucy said no, Lucy meant no. Not once had she changed her mind or relented. So why did he even bother? His gaze fell on a black mask and his black leather pants. “Because we’re so damn well suited.”
They were both into the BDSM lifestyle. He was a Dominant when it came to his sexuality, and she was a natural submissive. A Dom’s dream sub. Her job required her to be in control, his needed him to be the computer nerd, but out of the office, both their true natures took over.