Red & Her Big Bad Dom

by Sydney St. Claire

  Right now, Jaimie was staring in awe at Bryce’s mansion. “Luc! It’s huge. Looks like a castle.” She whirled around. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I hope I like my prince.”

  “You’re going to have fun, and I love your costume. Very Cinderella!” She hugged Jaimie. At least she hoped her friend had a good time. If Bryce didn’t take care of her, she’d have words with him, boss or not.

  She glanced at her invitation again and nearly squealed with anticipation at the special instructions her Dom had penned for her.

  No panties.

  No bras.

  She squirmed in her seat, feeling silk against her bare ass. The moment she’d read his orders, she’d been hot and eager. Last week, when they’d met at the club, he’d teased her by outlining in great detail what he had planned, including acting out one of her fantasies. All week she’d dreamed of that scene and now the weekend was here.

  The limo rolled to a stop in front of the mansion. She stepped out, smoothed the red, satiny fabric of her costume, finding the soft silk against her bare ass totally erotic. The elastic neckline of her bodice already revealed ample cleavage, but she tugged it down a bit more. Another band of elastic beneath her breasts emphasized her generous size. The material was practically sheer. Her dark nipples were a total tease. The Wolf was going to love her in this getup. A flip of her red cloak and she was ready.

  The door opened. “Miss Sanchez, nice to see you again.”

  “Hastings. Always nice to see you.”

  After he greeted Jaimie, she handed him her envelope. The butler motioned to a woman in a maid’s uniform. She shuffled forward with a silver platter of masks artfully arranged in neat rows. He held out a red and black mask to Lucy. Until she was alone with her wolf, she, and everyone else, would wear masks to protect identities. Lucy hooked her arm through Jaimie’s and led her into the formal parlor. They took their places on one side of the room. Women in costume on this side and men on the other.

  Jaimie drew in a sharp breath, and Lucy grinned. Her friend was in for a shock. And, she hoped, a treat. Jaimie had the worst luck with men in the bedroom. The last guy was a rutting pig, concerned only for his own needs. Poor girl thought there was something wrong with her. This weekend would prove it was the guys, not Jaimie. She trusted her boss to at least give her friend that.

  Lucy’s gaze skimmed over men in leather tunics, leather harnesses, and—

  Sweet Jesus! There was her wolf. He wore black from his full mask, a silky black scarf tied around the smooth, tanned column of his neck, to his tight leather costume that clung to his body like a second skin. He stood tall and proud, legs planted apart. Her gaze lowered to his crotch. She swallowed hard. Be still my beating heart! His leathers had no crotch.

  His cock and balls were sheathed in a form-fitting black G-string penis glove. The fabric was shiny, and even hanging in his natural state, the man’s cock was huge. His hands were also gloved in black. She studied his face, trying to see the man beneath the mask, but as usual, all she saw was the curve of his full lips and the glint of blue of his eyes.

  He was blond, had the body of a surfer—hard and tanned in places the sun normally didn’t touch. For a moment, Graham’s image flashed across her mind. Her geek and wolf were of similar build. Was Graham’s body as toned as her wolf’s?

  Clamping down on her thoughts, she put the annoying geek from her mind. She had her big, bad Dom, and there wasn’t room in her mind for anyone else. Lucy’s heart raced as excitement and desire flooded her mind and body.

  She’d been damp between the legs all morning, thinking about what was to come. With the event ready to begin, she was positively wet. Across from her, her wolf’s eyes glittered as he stared at her. He sniffed the air and grinned as though he scented her arousal.

  Jaimie leaned close. “Which one is yours?

  “Directly across. The one who looks like a wolf, of course.”

  Jaimie gasped. “Oh, my god, Luc. He looks dangerous.”

  Jaimie had no idea. “Deliciously so,” she confirmed. And all hers. While they waited for everyone to arrive, and the games to begin, Lucy chatted with Jaimie, who was getting more nervous by the minute.

  She glanced at the other women lining their side of the room. She knew many of them, though they were in costume and masked. Snow White with her tapping foot owned an interior design company in financial trouble according to the grapevine, and Rapunzel was a bored rich girl with too much money and time on her hands.

  “If lust could be bottled, this room would be worth a fortune,” Jaimie muttered.

  “You got that right.” Lucy giggled and nudged Jaimie. “Look, there’s Little Bo Peep and Mary. I think they’ve lost their sheep.”

  Mary wore a sweet pink dress with a Peter Pan collar. Bo’s costume consisted of a white blouse and red checked skirt that rippled and fluttered with every step. Both carried a hooked staff.

  Bo bounced up to them. “I’m Bo Peep, and I’m looking for my sheep.” She swung her head around and studied the wall of men. “Ah, I see them.” She skipped over to two men who fell to their hands and knees.

  Lucy rolled her eyes. Bo’s skirt was non-existent in the back, leaving her ass bare. Of everyone in the club, this woman was Lucy’s least favorite club member. Though Jerri was outwardly friendly, there was something calculating and hard about her. She hooked the end of her staff around the neck of one man and clipped a rope leash to the collar of the second man, then led them to the other end of the room.

  “Ah, Little Bo Beep found her sheep,” Lucy giggled.

  “Lucy.” Jaimie grabbed her arm. “I can’t do this. I’m not into whips and bondage and whatever else goes on here.”

  “Relax, Jaimie. Give yourself a chance.” Bryce had better come through. She admitted to being a tad worried. He hadn’t participated in years, not since Annie’s death. A glance at the huge mantle clock revealed it was time for the event to start. So where was he?

  The double doors swept open, and she relaxed. She recognized her boss even with his mask. Power clung to him as though he was indeed a Royal.

  “There’s your prince,” she said to Jaimie as Bryce took his place at the end of the line of men. Around her, the other women whispered, each hoping he was their prince charming. The sexual tension in the room blasted the roof off.

  “If that’s my prince, I’m in heaven,” Jaimie breathed, fanning herself.

  “See. Told you. Fun. Lots of sex and fun.”

  Hastings stepped into the room. “Queen Grimhilde.”

  A tall woman in leather and lace entered. Her black corset pushed her breasts up and out, and a sheer skirt with red accents barely covered her crotch in front and trailed the floor behind her. Four men, each impressive in size and stature followed the queen. Each man wore shiny black boots, full mask, and a sling-style bodysuit that did little to hide their equipment, but none of them held a candle to her wolf. They were Glorie’s playmates for the weekend as well as monitors. It was their job to make sure nothing got out of hand.

  The queen of Dommes wore her dark hair piled high and had threaded red ribbons throughout. A black choker dotted with glittering gems accented her long neck, and those heels… Lucy eyed the spiky-heeled shoes with envy. She had no trouble imagining herself wearing those beauties as she spun across the dance floor. She wished she were tall and slender. But no, she was short and too curvy in her opinion.

  She peeked at her partner and flushed. He was staring at her. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see his eyes or expression. She felt his desire. Her gaze dipped. Yep, he wanted her. He wasn’t rock hard, but he wasn’t hanging limp either. More moisture gathered between her legs.

  The snap of a whip drew her attention back to the queen. Glorie was one of Bryce’s closest friends and his partner in the club. Because Lucy helped with many of the club’s events, she’d become friendly with the woman, even though Glorie still awed and scared her just a bit. Hell, the woman scared her a fucking lot. H
er Domme personality wasn’t a bedroom persona. She was a Domme through and through.

  Lucy had to admit, the woman knew how to make an entrance. The room hushed. Anticipation hummed throughout.

  The Domme took time to meet each person’s gaze with her own. She was the only person in the room not wearing a mask. “Good afternoon, my lovely subjects. I’m Queen Grimhilde, Snow White’s evil stepmother, and as I survey all of you gathered in this room, I declare that I am still the fairest in all the land.”

  Lucy laughed along with everyone else.

  The whip snapped. “Your host, as usual, is otherwise engaged but has made available his castle and grounds. Most of you know the rules. Those who are new, your partner will explain what you need to know. You will each be shown to your quarters for the weekend. We’ll meet in the ballroom Saturday evening for the ball. Until then, remember—safe, sane, and consensual.”

  One by one, the women were paired with one or two men. Bo Peep wasted no time shooing her sheep out the door at the back of the room.

  “Red Riding Hood. Your wolf awaits.”

  Lucy stepped forward as did her wolf. He pointed to the ground. Lucy knelt, assuming a submissive posture. Her Dom circled her several times, then stopped in front of her, so close his gloved cock brushed her forehead. It was tempting to lift her head, to stick out her tongue and touch him through the black fabric, but she didn’t.

  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.