Red & Her Big Bad Dom

by Sydney St. Claire

  “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.

  “Do you want to use your safeword?”

  Lucy blinked. In the time she’d been with him, she’d used it once, and that had been in the beginning when he’d wanted to fuck her ass. She drew in a deep breath. “No,” she whispered.

  “Good girl. Let me give you this.” He replaced her blindfold, held her face tenderly in his hands, and kissed her, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips. Her lips parted, and at his urging, her tongue entered his mouth to dance and duel. His warmth and spicy taste chased away her fear. He sucked her tongue hard and deep, and behind her, the stranger’s finger fell into the same rhythm in her pussy.

  Lucy moaned and sank onto her forearms, her ass high in the air, giving her consent. Her wolf kept her so busy with his mouth devouring hers that she found it hard to concentrate on what the woman was doing. More cold lube, a probing finger, a palm stroking and soothing her ass cheeks, then easing beneath her to palm her mound.

  She drew in a sharp breath as that finger breached her anus. One finger turned to two, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Hidden nerves flared to life, and she gasped at the answering tug to her clit. She tried to relax, to give herself over to the experience. The Wolf kept her busy with his mouth, tongue, and hands.

  Those invading fingers withdrew, and a butt plug demanded entrance. A small burning sensation accompanied the plug as the muscles were stretched to accommodate the toy. She moaned, then sighed in relief and pleasure. She always liked the feeling of fullness and the jolt to those nerves once a plug was inserted. She just couldn’t get past her fear that it would hurt. When the woman wiggled the plug and twisted it, Lucy thrust her ass back. It did feel good. Kisses on her cheeks told her she was being rewarded.

  Something much larger slowly penetrated her pussy, giving her time to adjust and feel and revel in the erotic fullness of both toys buried deep. And protest if she desired. She didn’t. She expected the hum of the vibrator and the sharp jolt to her clit when it turned on, but she didn’t expect the same from the plug in her ass.

  Her body rocketed from hungry and calm to pulsing and desperate. The woman’s fingers found and massaged her clit. Each breath was a gasp. Lucy’s body was alive with sensations from her mouth, her breasts, and her pussy, ass and clit. She was on the verge of climax, so close, when everything shut off.

  The shock sent her crashing, but before she hit bottom, those lovely vibrations began anew and those clever fingers coaxed her clit to swell. Over and over, the mystery woman played her like a well-tuned instrument.

  The fourth time the vibrators engaged, Lucy was ready to beg. Tears soaked her blindfold. “Please,” she cried. “Don’t stop.” She clenched her buttocks and thighs, seeking release.

  Instead of a finger, she felt something much softer, much larger glide through her folds. The Wolf jerked, and his mouth tore away from hers. “What the hell?”

  Lucy felt the woman stroking her Dom’s cock, rubbing his head against her clit. The vibrations inside her grew in intensity.

  “Shit,” he muttered. “I’ve lost control of my scene.”

  “Sir?” Lucy froze.

  “It’s okay, pet. Looks like we’re both being controlled here. Hang on. We’re taking a ride.”

  Lucy would have laughed if her body weren’t on fire. “I want you to come with me,” she begged, kissing her Dom.

  “Don’t have much choice, pet.” His voice was low, hoarse, his breathing shallow. Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he yelled. “Now!”

  Everything went white around Lucy as her orgasm consumed her. The more she clenched the vibrators, the hotter the sparks flying from every nerve until she shattered and flew higher, and faster through that world where only pleasure existed. Her wolf gave one last powerful thrust before cum spurted into his condom, hot against her clit.

  When it was over, she collapsed onto her wolf, totally spent. The toys were removed, and a cool cloth washed the lube from her ass. The unknown woman urged Lucy onto her back on the grass and gently cleaned her.

  Her breaths were still short and shallow when her blindfold came off. Blinking against the sudden light, her jaw dropped. “Glorie?”

  The Domme of all Doms leaned down and kissed her full on the mouth. “Thank you for allowing me to share this experience with you.” She stood, smiled at both of them, her gaze filled with amusement as she winked. “Enjoy the rest of your weekend.” She walked away, her hips swaying provocatively with two of her huntsmen following.

  Lucy accepted a hand up from her wolf. Her eyes grew wide. “Glorie? Really?” She couldn’t believe it, yet she knew the woman often made up threesomes in scenes.

  Holding the basket and her clothing, he stopped and tipped her chin up. “Would you have preferred a stranger?” He looked bemused himself.

  She followed him into the cabin. “No. But shit, that woman scares me.” And holy cow, did she know how to use her mouth, fingers, and toys, and judging from his reaction, her hand.

  He chuckled. “Honestly, she scares me, too.” He swept her up in his arms. “And it looks like she had her way with both of us.”

  Lucy giggled. “I guess she did. Now what?”

  “Nap. Got a big night planned. You’ll need your rest.”

  Lucy sighed as he carried her to the big bed that dominated the room.

  Chapter Four

  Lucy woke in her wolf’s arms. He was warm, his chest hard, his breathing slow. Her hand rested on the light smattering of blond chest hair. He’d taken off his costume, all but the mask. She lifted her head. Asleep, he appeared relaxed, his lips soft and full. And so tempting.

  She sighed, wishing he’d reveal his face, yet she had to admit, there was something totally naughty and sensual in not knowing what he looked like. He was her mystery man, and he understood her as no other ever had. He got her, and not just with the sex, although the sex was out of this world fantastic.

  They had so many things in common, like dancing. Bryce’s mansion had a real ballroom, and she had a fabulous gown with the most amazing fuck-me heels for the ball. She and her wolf would heat up the dance floor.

  “What are you thinking?”

  Smiling, Lucy stared into his piercing blue eyes. “Saturday night.”

  “Ah. We’ll dance the night away, you and I.”

  His slight accented voice hummed through her. “I love dancing with you. Too bad this place isn’t big enough.” That was the problem. They could only dance at the sex clubs he frequented becau
se anywhere else, he’d have to lose the mask.

  He pulled her on top of him. “I bet we can sneak into the ballroom tomorrow. Want to dance tonight, out here, under the moonlight?”

  Lucy cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. “Very much so.”

  “Then we’ll dance here after our scene, and I’ll see if we can get into the ballroom tomorrow.”

  She wrinkled her nose, noticing it was still light outside. “I’m not so sure I’m going to like being watched. It’s different here than at the club.”

  “You trust me.” It wasn’t a question but a quiet statement.

  Lucy nodded. He knew her better than she knew herself. “It seems—wrong—yet the idea of being spied on turned me on.”

  He grinned. “No, it’s naughty, and you, my sweet sub, love being naughty.”

  Rolling her eyes, she admitted he was right. “Yeah, I do. Okay, I’m game.”

  “Good girl.” He rolled her over, held her hands above her head, and swooped in for a deep, drugging kiss.

  ****

  Sex, shower, and a light meal followed the gentle round of loving. Graham, behind closed doors, dressed in a second costume, much like the first—black, long sleeves, ass and crotch cut out as well as his belly. The tight fabric stretched from shoulder to shoulder and curved over his chest, leaving most of it bare. He pulled another glove over his dick and balls, this one a fluorescent yellow, and tied it around his hips.

  He grinned at himself in the mirror. His bare chest and belly made him look like an animal. A quick swipe of the razor took care of the stubble darkening his jaw. Combing his hair from his face, he donned a new mask. He adjusted it and sighed, wishing he could walk out as himself. He wanted Lucy to see him as Graham, the Lover and Dancer, and the man who sometimes spent entire evenings with her just talking, discovering how much they had in common instead of being, in her eyes, Graham, the Irritating Geek.

  “Not yet,” he whispered. He couldn’t risk losing her yet. But the day was rapidly approaching when he’d have to reveal the truth. He hoped his ruse didn’t bite him in the ass.

  He put aside his regrets and his dreams of claiming Lucy as Graham Winters and joined her in the main room. Her eyes went wide with pleasure.

  “Wow! I love that costume,” she said, joining him. She ran her hands over the shimmering material.

  Graham had chosen his clothing for how he’d appear in the night with lights spotlighting them. He studied her. She wore another short red skirt and white blouse. He eyed the generous swells of her breasts, tempted to help himself, but resisted.

  They left the cabin. It was still light outside, a bit early to go to their next scene. Holding out his hand, he led her to the back of the cabin to a bench swing in the middle of the wild garden. Adjusting the pillows, he lowered himself to recline against the pillowed side, stretched out his legs along the seat, and drew her on top of him, cradling her so she leaned against him with her back flush to his chest.

  “We have some time.” One nudge sent the swing into a gentle rock.

  He drew in a deep breath, breathing in her scent as a wolf or wild animal might. He loved how she smelled, like sex and sunshine with a hint of rose. She reminded him of the wild roses climbing the arbor. The garden was overgrown, but a close study revealed the area was meticulously planned to give the appearance of being untended.

  That was Lucy. She wild and adventurous on the outside, yet in reality, she was a controlled and self-contained woman. He grinned. When he’d met her at the club as The Wolf six months ago, she’d been fairly new, discovering the passion deep inside her after years of unfulfilling sex with her ass of a husband. And giving up her need to control gave her the freedom to simply enjoy and feel. Now she was willing and even eager for new experiences.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes.”

  “Will I ever see you as you are? Will you trust me with your face and name?”

  Graham wrapped his arms around her. “Yes.”

  She tipped her head back and to the side so she could see him. “When?”

  “Soon.”

  She smiled. “You know I don’t care what you look like. It’s you I like.”

  “I know. I like you a lot, too, Lucy.”

  She sighed happily. “I can wait.”

  Graham closed his eyes and prayed that, when he revealed the truth, she’d remember this conversation because he didn’t just like this woman. He was head over heels in love with her.

  ****

  Lucy felt warm and fuzzy inside. It was strange that she didn’t need his name or his face. In many ways, not having that outer trapping made what she felt deeper, stronger. She was falling in love with the man, not his looks or title.

  He was single and unattached—that she’d made sure of—and he’d made a commitment to her. They were exclusive. Thoughts of Graham, and his attempts to date her intruded. She chuckled. The poor man didn’t stand a chance next to The Wolf, her big, bad Dom.

  “What do you find amusing, little sub.”

  “You. Us. Our fairy tale roles.” She clasped his arms and held him tight as he gave the ground another push, sending the swing swaying. “When you gave me the invitation to this event and told me I was going to be your Little Red Riding Hood, I thought, of course, what else. But then I went online and looked up the themes behind the story.”

  “Why does that not surprise me?”

  She shrugged and settled even more into her wolf. “One site said the wolf represented lust and animal desire.”

  He growled in her ear. “I do like lusting after you, Red. What about the girl? What does she represent?”

  “A woman coming into maturity. Or her own. That’s what we have. Since I met you, I’ve learned so much about myself and not just sex stuff.” This man made her think, and he’d broadened her horizons on so many levels.

  “I think I like the sex stuff,” he murmured in her ear. His hands crept up to cup her breasts.

  Desire stirred deep within her core. “I know I like the sex stuff and the lust and animal desire.” She ran her hands down his thighs.

  “Lift your skirt, sweet.” His voice shot from lazy and indulgent to deep and commanding, the accent thicker. His Dom voice. Thrilled, a bolt of lust shot through her, shattering her trepidation of their upcoming scene.

  “Yes, Mr. Wolf.” She inched up her skirt until she was completely revealed to her Dom.

  He yanked her blouse down her arms. Her breasts popped out, two nicely tanned globes, if she did say so herself, with deep, pink nipples already hard. His hands closed over them. “Stroke yourself, pet.”

  Lucy’s fingers glided into her folds. She ached with need for this man and what he gave her. She hesitated. “I want you to make me come, Sir.”

  “You’re my plaything, are you not?” His voice deepened with displeasure. He squeezed her nipples until she arched her back and whimpered.

  “Yes, Mr. Wolf.”

  “And should I desire my sub to play with her pretty little clit?” He nipped her earlobe.

  “Then I will play with myself,” she whispered. Lucy ran the pad of her finger across her sensitive clit. She was still a bit self-conscious when it came to doing herself while he watched. She wanted his touch, but he enjoyed watching her and she loved pleasing him, so she’d do whatever he asked.

  “Please Sir, will you hold me open?” She wanted his eyes on her, all of her. His hands opened her gently. She gasped as the cool evening air caressed her flesh.

  “Nice and slow, little sub.”

  She loved being reminded that he was in control, that she had no decisions to make or responsibilities except to him. She circled her clit with her finger.

  “Tap yourself. Up and down. Fast.”

  She bounced her finger, and with each new command, she dipped into her wet well to draw moisture up and over her, then rubbed and circled her clit again and again. His hands framed her pussy, a couple of fingers trekking lower and entering her slippery channel. Her b
ody hummed with desire. His voice sent rivers of lust through her. In her mind, she saw everything through his eyes.

  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.