Jaimie choked back a sob, whirled around, and ran out.
Lucy followed. Jaimie ran down the hall and out the door that led to the gardens. She glanced toward the ballroom and saw Bryce. Her stomach ached and her head throbbed. She felt sick and miserable.
Bryce joined her and searched her face for answers. “How?”
“Bo Peep has a big mouth. She was talking to her friend, Mary. Jaimie overheard. Should I follow her?” She’d give up the rest of her evening with her wolf if Jaimie needed her.
Bryce shook his head. “No. Go back in. I’ll take care of it.”
Lucy blinked back her tears as Bryce went after Jaimie. Strong hands closed over her shoulders. “What happened? What’s wrong with Jaimie?”
Lucy leaned back, seeking warmth and strength from the man she loved. “Bo Peep has a big, fucking mouth.” She wanted to tell her partner but couldn’t without revealing that Bryce was taking part in the activities.
Graham turned Lucy in his arms and tipped her chin. “Do you want to cancel the rest of the evening? We can go for a walk and just talk.”
His kindness nearly broke the dam of her control. He’d really end things if she were too upset to go on. Well, she was upset, but there wasn’t anything she could do tonight, so she’d give herself over to her wolf and take comfort from their last hours together. She wrapped her arms around her Dom. “No. I want this night with you. I can’t do anything about my friend, not now anyway.”
“Then let’s go.” He scooped her into his arms and strode into the night.
Chapter Seven
Graham set Lucy down in their cabin. She knelt before him, signaling she was ready for whatever he wanted. Staring at her bent head, so close to his straining cock, he wanted nothing more than to have her free him and take him into her hot, sweet, moist mouth. But his body was so on fire, he ran the risk of not being able to control himself.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Red?”
She glanced up at him. “You’ve given me so much this weekend. There’s something I’d like to give to you.”
Graham tensed. There was one area between them not open to exploration. He took a step closer, taunted her with the swell beneath his pants. “And what would you like to give me, pet.”
She wrinkled her nose. “What Glorie did—um—back there, felt really good.”
He kneeled in front of her. In the past, she’d allowed him to use butt plugs, but she was pretty tense and fearful of anal sex so he didn’t do it often. “I’m honored, pet.”
She chewed her lower lip. “It was always so painful when my ex did it, and not the kind of pain that turns me on. I’ve been afraid.”
He cupped her face in his hands, his gaze on her mouth. He bent his head and drew the swollen flesh into his mouth to soothe. “I’m honored, Lucy. You have nothing to fear with me.” Her pulse pounded under his fingers, and her eyes grew wide. He sensed both her excitement and her fear. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded. “I do.”
“Then let the night begin. I’ve got plans for you. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
Rising, Graham lifted Lucy to her feet, amazed at her giving nature. “Take off your dress.” He let his voice drop to a low growl. “Leave the shoes.”
He didn’t trust himself not to rip the gown off her sexy body. He wanted to take her dancing, have her wear that sexy-as-hell gown again. Watching her body move with her silky skirt flowing around her had kept him hard and on edge all night. He planned to take her dancing after he revealed the truth—if she’d accept her wolf was also her hated Geek.
She dashed off to the bathroom. Striding to the large wall cabinet, he opened the drawers and surveyed his choices. Bryce and Glorie kept each cabin well stocked. He glanced around. It was a shame there wasn’t a spanking bench in here. He thought of the one in his playroom at home and imagined her draped over it, hips wiggling, her taut ass in the air and begging to be spanked.
Gathering what he wanted, he took his toys to the bed and covered them. Lucy liked surprises. He undressed, donned a snug black vest, black boots, and a cock harness. A quick swipe of his razor smoothed his jaw. By the time Lucy returned, Graham, or rather The Wolf, was facing the bathroom, waiting.
****
“Oh, my,” Lucy whispered. Strips of leather crisscrossed her Dom’s chest and his mask was new, the eye holes slanted and very wolf-like. In the time she’d been undressing, he’d even shaved. Her gaze dipped to his bare legs and zeroed in on his crotch. He was hard, his cock wrapped in leather.
“Oh, Mr. Wolf. You look dangerous. You’re a big, bad wolf.” And all hers.
His eyes glittered beneath the mask. “You have no idea how bad, Little Red Riding Hood. Come find out.” He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh.
She walked toward him, very slowly, drawing out the moment. “What are you going to do to me, Mr. Wolf?”
“I’m going to spank that lovely ass of yours, my sweet little Red.”
Her pussy contracted. Need and desire shot through her like a bolt of lightning and flooded her pussy with hot liquid that ran down her inner thighs. She flushed with embarrassment when his gaze dipped low.
“Ah, so wet already.”
Her knees trembled. “Yes, Mr. Wolf.”
“Spread your legs. Show me.”
His voice had deepened to that low tone that, by itself, made her pussy drip with lust. She spread her legs. The air hit her wet thighs and the mouth of her pussy. She leaked even more and drew in a deep breath as her wolf eased off the bed and knelt in front of her.
“You are very bad, Red, tempting me this way.” His big hands smoothed up the inside of her thighs and adjusted her legs farther apart. “Look at all this good pussy juice. Can’t let it go to waste, now, can we?”
“No—” Her voice ended on a high squeak as he lapped the cream from her inner thighs. The tip of that clever tongue skimmed across her drenched opening, then traveled over to take care of her other thigh. His hands shifted up, and his fingers parted her wet folds.
“I planned to spank you before eating you, my lovely, tasty sub, but one must be flexible.” His tongue pierced her drenched pussy.
Lucy cried out. “Yes—yes, Sir. Be flexible.”
His tongue darted inside, licking, licking, licking. She teetered, grabbed his masked head to keep her balance as he fucked her with his mouth. Four-inch heels did not make it easy when the man of her dreams did wild, wonderful things with his tongue.
His lips closed over her throbbing clit, and with one hard, long suck, he drew the heart of her into his mouth. She screamed, her body tensed, and she thrust out her hips. She was close. So close. So—he stopped.
Fuck! Her eyes flew open and her jaw dropped. “You can’t stop,” she wailed as he rose to his feet.
“Are you telling your Dom what he can or cannot do?”
Aching, throbbing, her body shook with need. “No, Sir. But—”
Graham took her mouth in a fast and hard kiss, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks. He lifted his head. “Did you hope to make me forget about your spanking?”
Lucy blinked. And realized he’d begun his night of punishment by teasing her to the brink and slamming her back to earth. “So unfair,” she whispered, even as her pussy twitched in anticipation.
“You’re going to beg for it, pet.” He stepped back.
Licking her lips, Lucy bent her head. “Yes, Mr. Wolf.” Inside, she was giddy. She couldn’t wait. She knew how to play the game as well. He’d push her to her limits, and she’d do the same by not giving in so easily. He needed to be in control, and by surrendering to him, they’d both experience a fantastic orgasm.
He tossed a wedge on the bed. “Up you go. Ass up, my naughty sub.”
Graham arranged the wedge beneath Lucy, making sure her ass was in the air, legs spread wide. His gut clenched and his cock jumped as he stared at her ass and her sweet pussy juices. He ran a hand along her spine, then up and ov
er the generous swells of her buttocks.
“Remember last week when you were draped over the spanking bench? I have a brand new bench at home. I want to see you on it. Can you imagine how you’ll feel with your hands and legs bound, your ass high in the air, and that pretty, pink pussy peeking out at me as I spank you?”
She groaned and wiggled her ass.
Graham brought his palm down sharply. Whack!
Her cry followed the slap. Though he’d spanked her during their fantasy role-play in the woods, he’d kept it much lighter. His sub wanted her ass to burn. She told him she liked being a bit sore the next day as it made her think of him and what they’d done.
He planned to give her what she wanted. “Remember how everyone at the club watched last week while I turned this magnificent ass pink?”
Whack! Whack!
More cries and moans.
His palm print branded her cheeks. He rubbed her rosy flesh until she squirmed. He spanked her again.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Over and over, he painted her ass with his palm prints until her curvy globes were scarlet. Her moans turned to sobs. Yet, when he stopped, her ass lifted for more, letting him know she was good. He inserted a finger into her pussy, found her drenched. “You naughty sub. You like this, don’t you?”
“No, Sir. I don’t,” Lucy whispered even as her ruby-red ass twitched, and her pussy clenched around his fingers.
“Liar.” He removed his finger and spanked her sassy ass again and again until he sensed she’d had enough. She’d never stopped him, always said she loved being spanked, and judging from the cream trickling from her, she was ripe with need.
He grabbed a bottle of lotion and spent the time necessary massaging the cooling cream over every inch of her backside. “Beautiful, pet.” Another exploration of her pussy tore a groan from her. Grabbing a wet cloth, he stretched out beside her and wiped her face. “Are you good?”
She lifted her head, her ass still high in the air. Lust filled her eyes. “I want your cock inside me. Please, Sir.”
He smiled slow and seductively. “You’ll have it, my lovely sub. But first, you have to earn it.” He shifted behind her and wedged between her legs. One hand caressed and petted her ass, the other cupped her mound, feeling her heat.
She tried to grind herself on the heel of his hand.
“Patience, pet.” He snatched a tube of lubricant from beneath his hidden pile of treasures and rolled the cap off. Parting her cheeks, he exposed the tiny rosebud and squirted a generous dollop of lube on that tightly closed orifice.
Her buttocks clenched when his finger probed, easing in to the first knuckle, then deeper, stretching the snug ring of muscle that sought to keep him out. “Relax, pet, just slicking you up. This is playtime. I’m not going to fuck you in your tight ass until you are tied to the bedposts.” Withdrawing the one finger, he squeezed two inside. “Need to stretch you.”
She moaned as nerves flared to life and did as instructed, even tried to thrust back, onto his fingers.
“I have something for you, Red. Something I think you’ll like.” He picked up a medium-size butt plug, lubed it, and pressed the tip to her slicked anus. He grabbed the remote and flicked the button so it vibrated at her entrance.
Lucy cried out but not in pain as vibrations shot through her ass and into her clit. She breathed deep and slow as her Dom breached the sensitive sphincter with the plug. She hissed and bit her lower lip. It was bigger than the one Glorie used, larger than any he’d used on her before, but the vibrations had her ass clenching and unclenching. Every time she relaxed, he eased it in farther until it slipped inside.
When his fingers penetrated her soaked pussy, she nearly came off the wedge. She was hot and aching to be fucked.
“I’m going to come.” She wanted to give him time to either stop her or drive her over the edge. When the vibrator turned off, she sagged, her belly painfully hollow.
“Are you ready to beg, pet?”
God, she wanted to get off, but it was their last night and she wanted this to be the biggest orgasm yet. She undulated her hips. “No.”
Graham laughed, low and soft. “I would have been disappointed if you’d said yes.” One of the many things he loved about Lucy was her desire to make each session last. She never took the fast and easy way to fulfillment, but god, he wanted her so bad right now. Her determination to make it last just might be his undoing. “Maybe this will make you beg.” He plunged his sheathed cock inside her pussy and began slow, measured strokes that became sheer torture.
His dick filled her hot, slick channel, and the toy hummed on low in her ass, making his belly clench. She squeezed both him and the plug. Each breath she drew in was raspy, each exhale a moan. Her fingers fisted in the bedding, and her whimpers filled the room like heavenly music. He couldn’t do this long. His poor cock felt as though it were going to explode, and his balls were drawn so tight they ached.
“Beg, pet.” God, please, beg.
“Nooo.” Her voice ended on a high cry.
He stopped the vibrations, rolled her over, and tossed the wedge to the floor. Poised over her, he stared into her passion-filled eyes. She was close, so close. He lifted her legs, placed them over his shoulder. The scrape of her heels on his back made him groan. He took her hands in his and held them over her head. “Time to beg, pet.”
He was going to make his sweet sub beg and cry, then he’d launch her into the heavens. He flicked the button on the tiny remote and set it near her head.
She cried out when he plunged inside her fast and hard. Playtime was over. His hips rocked forward, slamming his pubic bone against her clit. He ground himself against her as he stroked. Breathing hard, hell, barely breathing, he knew if she didn’t give in fast, he was going to explode.
“Beg,” he ordered, his voice raspy and thick.
She strained to free her arms, but he held her, controlled her. Not yet. Not yet. She let out a low, keening cry that made his hips buck and grind harder, faster. His breath fanned her face, his eyes held hers captive.
“Beg!” His voice was a hoarse cry. Cum churned in his balls. Fuck, he was close.
“Please, Sir. I want to come—”
“Thank god.” Before she finished, Graham pumped, hard and furious. The vibrations from the butt plug wound through the clenching and pulsing walls of her pussy. Her swollen inner walls gripped him like hundreds of tiny vibrators crawling over his cock. He pulled out, plunged back in. His lower spine tingled, and his body went taut. “Yes,” he shouted. “Now! Now! Now!”
He waited for her back to arch, for her scream, and when she tightened around him, milking him, he gave one last thrust, and cum shot through his shaft like a bullet fired from a pistol.
****
Lucy sighed when as her wolf stirred. He rolled them to their sides and gathered her close. “That was so good.” She nuzzled his throat, her pussy still throbbing.
“Good? Hell, you nearly did me in, Red.”
“Me?” she tipped her head back and stared at him with wide-eyed innocence.
He smacked her lightly on her sore ass. “You know how to play the game, Luc.”
He kissed her, his tongue diving into her mouth to tango with hers as expertly as he led her on the dance floor. It always amazed her that no matter how many times they fucked, she always wanted more. There was something between them, something more than physical lust.
And whatever it was, whatever name she wanted to put to it, it crawled through her belly and settled between her legs. One hand cupped her neglected breasts, the fingers stroking and circling her areolas, pinching her nipples, until she arched her back and moaned.
She clenched her buttocks around the plug and desire shot up another notch. As though he, too, remembered the toy inside her, he put his hand on the flange and twisted. He thrust his thigh between her legs and nudging upward.
“Oh god,” she moaned as she rode his thigh.
“I’m recalling the fantasy I told you about on
the dance floor, the one with your hands tied to the bedpost, pet.”
Lucy gulped, her eyes wide. “With me in my heels.”
“What else?” His eyes were watchful.
“Your cock fucking my ass.” Oh good god, had she really told him he could do that?
He pulled the plug almost out, then plunged it back in. “Yes, fucking you. Like this.” He demonstrated with the butt plug again. Each stroke of the plug sent hot tingles into her clit and pussy as though the nerves were connected. “Do you want to change your mind?”
He wouldn’t hold it against her if she said yes, nor would he push her to the point where she’d use the safeword. Not in this. Not tonight. He might be disappointed but not in her or at her. He’d give her whatever time she needed.
She drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. He’d given her so much. She wanted to give him this. She shook her head. “No. I want this for you.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “For you too, my love.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I wish you’d done it while I was so turned on.” Now she’d think and worry about it. Earlier, with her body needy and wanting, he could have done anything. She’d been too on fire to think or to care how he satisfied her.
He chuckled. “Better this way. You’ll remember it always.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she muttered as he helped her up and out of bed.
Graham tied Lucy’s hands to the bedpost with the sash from her dress. He rubbed her ass, leaned in, and kissed her, then headed into the bathroom. Quickly getting rid of the condom, he cleaned himself, rolled on a new one, and grabbed back a cool washcloth for her.
“I don’t know why you bother,” she said as he cleaned the stickiness from her body. “I’m going to get messy again real quick—”
Her voice hitched when he glided the soft material up through her swollen folds, washing her labia and the tender flesh. He loved this time with his sub, with the woman he loved. After their intense scenes, each took a brief break from their roles, and he simply became a man caring for his woman, free to be gentle and tender. And loving. He tucked his finger into the cloth and paid loving attention to her clit.
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