Red & Her Big Bad Dom (8 page)

Bending her knees, he butterflied them open and parted her labia. He placed the candy into the folds above her clit. He couldn’t resist a quick lick of her moist flesh.

Her moan was music to his ears. He got onto the table, straddling her as he kissed her forehead, tucking the sweet into his mouth. He kissed his way over her nose and teased her mouth with his tongue before kissing her fully, snagging the sweet. She tried to kiss him back, but he shifted, licking and kissing until he reached her breasts, where he paid special attention to the hard peaks. He laved and sucked, his hands closing around her flesh, his fingers digging in.

“I love your tits, pet.” He fondled and kissed until her breathing turned shallow. God, her breathy moans tugged something deep inside. Rock hard, he eased down, feeling her muscles contracting as he scraped his teeth over her soft skin until he reached his target.

Lucy couldn’t believe how much she needed this man. Every nerve in her body was on fire and trembling. His hands on her inner thighs urged her legs further apart. She was open, drenched, throbbing, and very aware of that one last red M&M waiting for her Dom to pluck it from her body.

His thumbs rode up and over her folds, skimming the center several times before he spread her open. “So pink, so pretty. Ah, what have we here?” He bent his head and licked her from below her clit to the opening of her pussy, then back up, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nub until he got his candy reward. He kissed her there, adding a long, slow lick before he lifted his head. “You smell hot, pet. I’m going to make you come for me.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Please, Sir.” She jerked her arms. The chair banged the table. She could have freed her hands, but found it exhilarating to know she couldn’t stop him.
As if!

Her hips flew up when he thrust two fingers inside her. “Yes.”

“Do you want my cock inside you?” His fingers rhythmically fucked her.

Lucy arched her back and thrust her hips, feeling her desire climb higher. “No,” she gasped. “Got plans for your cock,” she said, remembering her own pile of candy waiting.

Her wolf chuckled. “Do you now? Well, if you’re sure.” He bent his head and closed his lips over her clit. He took her hard and fast, sucking her swollen nub and flicking the head with his tongue. His fingers curled inside her.

The minute he hit her sweet spot, Lucy bucked, strained against the belt holding her hands captive, and screamed his name. He didn’t stop. Fingers, tongue, lips worked together until she thought she’d explode.

Then he did the unthinkable. He stopped and removed his fingers and mouth.

Lucy wailed as she crashed back to earth with a painful thud. “Sir!” Her eyes latched onto his dark mask, the glitter of his blue eyes intent. A single strand of blond hair curled near his ear.

“Didn’t give you permission, little sub.”

She gasped, wiggled her hips and glared at her Dom. “You are a cruel, cruel man, Sir.”

His full lips curved into an unrepentant smile. “Yeah, and you love that about me, don’t you, pet?”

“Please, Sir. I need to come.”

“Admit it.”

His voice sizzled through her, demanding obedience, thrilling her. As much as she loved what he did to her, pulled from her, she also liked challenging him just to hear the command in his voice.

“Not fair,” she gasped. “You can’t leave me like this.” He wouldn’t, just as she knew her orgasm would be sweeter because he’d made her wait and fight for it.

“Tell me you love it when I torment you.” He slipped two fingers inside her, one stingy inch each.

Lucy moaned and tried to take him deeper, but his arm across her belly kept her hips flat on the table. Another inch, then another, until he was buried deep. Her core flared with heat, and the ache deep beneath her clit rose.

His gaze held hers, his eyes glittering. “I can tease you all night, Red, and not let you come.”

He could. She’d pushed him more than once and learned his control far outlasted hers. Still, she wasn’t ready. They’d both receive a bigger reward when she finally surrendered to her wolf.

“Not nice, Mr. Wolf.” Her voice ended on a squeal when he scissored his fingers and fingerfucked her fast and hard, driving her back to her peak.

“Admit it, Red, or I stop. I’ll make you wait two hours before our next round.” He closed his mouth over her clit and teased her with his tongue.

God, she needed this man. The thought of waiting even five minutes more was more than she could handle.

“Last chance, pet.”

There it was, her last warning. She jerked her hips up. “You win. I admit it,” she gasped.

“What do you admit?”

“I love the way you tease me and make me wait. I love what your hands and mouth do.”

He sucked her clit hard, his lips pinching the sensitive nub, and she cried out. “And I love teasing you, taunting you, and making you beg. Come now, my sweet sub.” He shoved her up and over the edge.

Lucy screamed, bucked her hips, and flew apart.

“Beautiful.” He rode her orgasm with her hips bucking and her clit grinding against his mouth. He waited until her body relaxed but for a few pulsating jerks, then eased his mouth away and moved up her body. Releasing her hands, he tossed the sash over his shoulders and kissed her deep and thoroughly.

Lucy kissed him back, giving her body time to calm. When her breathing had evened out, he broke the kiss and rolled off the table to stand beside her. She propped herself on her elbows. “Yeah, you do torment me, and you do it so well.” She sat up. “My turn. Please, Sir, may I have my candy and eat them any way I want?” Though he was the Dominant, he allowed her the freedom to take charge as well.

“Yes, pet. And what am I going to do while you’re, er, eating your candy?” His eyes twinkled beneath his mask.

“You, Sir, will hopefully get naked and stand there and watch me enjoy all my goodies.” Lucy scooted her pile of candy to the edge of the table and eyed her wolf with pleasure and no small amount of lust as he stepped out of his costume. She stepped close, her hands smoothing along his shoulders, loving the play of hard muscles and smooth, warm skin. Her fingers traveled through the mat of fine, pale hair. She traced the arrow of slightly darker hair down his hard, flat belly. He sucked in his breath. She grinned and stopped before she reached the thick thatch of pubic hair, then dragged her fingers across his hip.

Stepping behind him, she cupped his ass, then trailed her fingers up the broad expanse of his back. She picked up the sash and tied his hands behind his back.

“There.” She sashayed around and stared up at him. Her legs almost gave out at the smoldering heat in his eyes

“You planning on having your way with your wolf, Red?” His voice was low, husky, and seductive as hell.

Closing one hand over his cock, she giggled. “Did you have any doubts?”

“Not a one, pet. Do your worst.”

“Maybe that should be, do your best.” She glanced at his hard shaft, grabbed her candy, and knelt. She found she had to hold his cock because it bounced up and down, but she lined up her blues and reds, alternating them along the long, hard length.

“Now that’s what I call a tasty treat,” she breathed. A drop of pre-cum drew her gaze. Leaning forward, she licked the moisture, then scrapped her teeth across the soft crown. Crunching her candy, she grinned up at him. “Yep. Tasty. Hard on the outside and soft in the center.”

Her wolf groaned.

She smiled sweetly and licked her lips. “I’m going to make you beg.” His eyes glazed over. Good god, by the time she was done with him, she’d be the one begging. Her clit was still pulsing, her pussy weeping with need.

She opened her mouth and guided her lips over him, again letting her teeth roll her treat along his shaft and into her mouth. She licked her lips, licked the swollen knob of his cock, flicking her tongue across that sensitive spot beneath the head, swiping the tip, lapping up more moisture. Again, she teased him over and over.

Graham’s breathing became harsh and his biceps taut as he fought the urge to free himself. His belly was rock hard as was his ass. He clenched his muscles to keep from thrusting his hips and driving his cock deep into her warm, wet mouth.

He watched her lips close over him and felt as if he were her prey though
she
devoured
him
one agonizing inch at a time. One by one, each piece of candy disappeared until there only one remained. Pain from denying himself a fast release had him gasping. His balls ached like a bad tooth. He needed to toss her to the ground and fuck her senseless, but as when he denied her a quick orgasm in order to give her a stronger, sweeter coming, he held onto his control and thrilled to the heat of her sweet, clever mouth.

Finally, she took his entire length into her mouth, and his shout filled the cabin. He felt the back of her throat and held himself still even though he wanted to thrust and plunge his cock hard and deep in her sweet, hot mouth.

“Ah, that was so good,” she purred, glancing up at him. “Was it good for you?” She stroked her hand up and down his pulsing dick.

He moaned. The tormentor became the tormented.

“No? Let’s see what we can do about that.” Lucy took him back into her mouth hard and fast, sucking him, pumping her mouth over him.

Graham let out a low, long howl at the sudden change in pace. He struggled with his arms. He wanted to bury his hands in her hair and guide her. His hips jerked. Her nails danced over his balls, and he hissed. He needed to come but not in her mouth. Hell, he wanted to fuck
himself
senseless, feel her hot pussy gripping him, spasm uncontrollably around him.

“Stop,” he ordered, his voice low with his desperate need to stay in control.

She disobeyed and slid her hands around to his ass, her fingers slipping into the crack and down. One finger teased his anus, the other skimmed up his inner thigh and fluttered over his tight sac.

The woman was going to make him come. He tried to hold back until she found and pressed against his G-spot and, at the same time, tightened her lips around his dick and sucked him hard.

Graham’s world exploded. “Fuck!”

Over and over he roared as she coaxed the most wondrous and powerful orgasm from him. He jerked and spasmed, and still she sucked, drawing every drop of cum, not stopping until his body went limp and he fell to his knees and into her waiting arms.

She held him and kissed him, then freed his hands. Graham framed her face between his hands and returned her kiss. “That was beautiful, Red. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that.”

He drew himself up and narrowed his gaze on her sweet face. “You disobeyed me. Didn’t I tell you to stop?”

Lucy grinned, opened her eyes wide, and gave him her most innocent expression. “I must not have heard you. Guess you have to punish me.”

The mere thought of another session with his whip and the toys in his bag made him hard. “Later.” He fell back onto the soft rug in front of the fireplace, taking her with him. Right now, he wanted her, needed to be inside her, joined with her.

“Ride me, pet. Take your wolf.” He stroked his cock in offering.

She leaned forward and kissed him long and deep as she straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. She was so wet he plunged in as though he belonged there. Taking him deep, she held him there, and he marveled over the wonderful feeling of being complete and as one with his sub. Then, with his hands supporting her, she sat up, flattened her palms on his chest, and rode him.

Watching her face contort as her desire consumed her, he felt a stab of fear and pain. The weekend would be over soon, and they’d go back to just meeting several times a month in one of the clubs while at work he’d keep trying to get her to take him seriously and she’d continue to reject him.

He groaned, part in reaction to her sweet pussy sliding up and down his dick and in part to the despair lurking at the edges of his joy and love for this woman. It wasn’t enough to have just part of her. He had to tell her the truth but was afraid she wouldn’t forgive his deception.

Her orgasm triggered his, and his hoarse yell mingled with her cry. She collapsed onto his chest, and he held her close, afraid that when the truth came out, she’d walk out of his life forever.

Chapter Six

Lucy relaxed in a super comfy chair in one of the suites in Bryce’s mansion. What was it like to own a home with more room than she’d ever personally use herself? Her entire apartment would fit in this luxurious suite.

Closing her eyes, she smiled, anticipating a night of romance and dance. Saturday had arrived far too quickly for her. Thursday afternoon had been intense and felt almost like two days shoved into one absolutely fabulous day. She wiggled in the chair as she recalled both scenes. She lifted her hand and made two check marks in the air. Two fantasies off her fantasy bucket list.

Yesterday had been low key, except for a bit of outdoor sex in the woods and the candy game on the table. She sighed as she remembered the thrill of riding her wolf after, then being taken by him again later, much later. His stamina amazed her.

This morning, he’d woken her with gentle kisses, a sweet exploration of her body, and slow, lazy loving. What a way to start the day.

Morning sex was something they’d never shared as their time together was at the clubs, and that meant she always returned home to her lonely and cold bed. But oh, how she’d enjoyed waking in his arms and wished…

Wished for what? That he’d trust her with his identity? Take their relationship further? Yeah, she really wanted that. Sex was great. Hell, sex anywhere with her virile wolf was totally awesome, but this weekend showed her that she wanted more than sex. She needed more.

They were so in tune to each other, had so many other common interests that she’d love to explore. They both wanted to check out a couple of museums and take a vacation to Florida to check out the Harry Potter theme park. He was a thrill seeker, a scarier-the-better ride junkie like her, but unless he trusted her with his identity, they’d never do either of those things.

She was pleased and grateful he’d shared more of himself instead of keeping his emotional distance, but she craved more. To her surprise, they’d gone all day without fucking, not counting morning wake-up sex. Even last night surprised her. She figured he’d take advantage of the night and set up more intense scenes.