Red & Her Big Bad Dom

by Sydney St. Claire

  Lucy smiled up at him. “I had lessons from the time I was three. Ballet, tap, jazz. In high school, I took ballroom dancing, and I was hooked.” She cocked her head to the side. “And you?”

  “I was an awkward, shy, clumsy kid. My mom put me in dance to teach me grace and self-confidence. Found I loved it. Thought about making it a career, but I liked—” He broke off when he realized he was about to tell her he loved computers more.

  “Liked what?”

  He grinned. “Making money. Salsa next unless you’re tired.”

  Her impish wink flashed. “I think I can manage one more. This is so much fun.”

  The music changed again. He eased her into another slow waltz. “I could dance all day and night with you, little sub.”

  Lucy stared at him. “I’ve never had a partner as good as you.”

  He lowered his head and kissed her. “We fit.” Sex. Dance. And even their work, though she didn’t know that. So many things in common, like hiking in the woods, searching for and finding birds and other wildlife, not to mention some spontaneous sex. Hug a tree took on a new meaning. His heart ached for him to tell her the truth and claim her openly.

  The music faded and he leaned back. “Lucy—”

  The sound of loud clapping broke the spell. He swung them around and saw the Queen Domme standing at the open doorway. “You two are magnificent.” She glided into the room.

  He bowed. “Thank you, Glorie.”

  Lucy leaned into her wolf, unconsciously seeking his comforting embrace. She smiled awkwardly at Glorie and fully admitted she was still embarrassed that the woman had joined them for a threesome. Every time she saw the woman, she’d remember how good the Domme was at giving pleasure and how her Wolf had known her well enough, cared enough, to make her fantasies come true.

  “Tomorrow night, you’ll dance for us?”

  Lucy inclined her head. “We’d love that.”

  Minutes later, tired but satisfied, The Wolf led Lucy back through the garden and down one of several paths that led into the woods. Each couple had specific routes and play areas so as not to disturb anyone else with their weekend.

  Lucy entered the cabin and plopped into a chair. “I’m hungry. We should have raided the kitchen while we were up at the castle.”

  “Castle?”

  She laughed. “It’s our castle for this event, and my friend was most impressed with the turrets and flags.”

  “Ah. The blonde. Cinderella. She looked a bit shocked in the parlor.”

  “She’s never done anything like this before.” Lucy frowned. How was Jaimie doing? Was she enjoying herself? Lucy knew her boss well enough to know he’d take care of her, but it still bothered her that Jaimie didn’t know Bryce was her partner.

  “What’s wrong, pet?”

  She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

  Lucy wanted to confide in him, but as she had no idea who he was, she couldn’t. Graham knew about the embezzling and had been the one to go through the evidence Jaimie had gathered. He’d lent his opinion to Lucy’s that Jaimie was innocent of any wrongdoing. If he’d been here, she could have talked to him, voiced her concerns. But he wasn’t here.

  She did a mental eye-roll. If Graham Winters strode through that door, she’d keel over from shock. She imagined sex with him would be unimaginative and boring. As vanilla as they came. Like her ex.

  Her stomach growled.

  Her wolf padded over to his luggage, grabbed something, and held it up.

  Lucy’s jaw dropped and her mouth watered as he dangled a bag of M&M candies in front of her nose. M&Ms were her all-time favorites. “You’re hiding candy?”

  “Figured we might need some fast energy this weekend.”

  She followed him to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat. “Gimmie.”

  He laughed and handed over the candy.

  Tearing the bag open, she dumped the candy onto the table, and while he watched, she sorted the colors. Red, blue, and green for her. Brown, yellow, and orange for her indulgent wolf. She scooted his pile over to him.

  “I’ve got more,” he teased.

  She shook her head. “There’s always more browns and yellows.” She was about to pop one into her mouth when he took it from her.

  “Allow me.” He held it out.

  Leaning forward, she closed her lips over his fingers. He didn’t let go of the tiny piece of chocolate so she sucked and used her tongue until she got her treat. She grinned and plucked one of the orange pieces and held it out for him. His lips drew her fingers into his mouth and nibbled. A wave of desire skittered through her.

  The next piece of candy went between his lips. Red this time. She licked the corner of his mouth, traced her way across his bottom lip to the other side then across the top. Her tongue swept down to the sweet chocolate. She kissed him, drawing the treat into her mouth.

  She placed a brown candy between her lips and waited. Her wolf did not disappoint. He drew out the kiss, nibbling and tasting until his mouth covered hers. Groaning, her lips parted, and he snagged his reward.

  When he stepped back, she was breathing hard. As was he. He scooted each pile of treats across the table to the far corners.

  “Hey,” she protested.

  “I’ve got an idea, little sub.”

  Lucy narrowed her eyes at his tone, which said he was in Dom mode. He definitely wore a wolfish grin. “I don’t trust that look, Mr. Wolf.”

  He held out his hand. “Clothes off and get on the table. Lie on your stomach.” He stepped back and waited.

  Taking her time, Lucy yanked her blouse over her head and shimmied out of her skirt, teasing him with her wiggling hips. With his help, she climbed onto the table. Propped on her arms, she glanced over her shoulder. “Now what?” As if she didn’t know…

  He chuckled and grabbed a handful of M&Ms. “Head down, little sub. Time for you to relax.” He swatted her ass.

  “Why don’t I believe that?” She sighed when his hands closed over her shoulders, rubbing and massaging, moving down her back. Dancing had left her tired, her muscles a bit tight. With her head pillowed on her arms, Lucy sighed, closed her eyes, and gave herself over to his sure touch. When he reached her bottom, she smiled, waiting for him to either spank her or get right to business.

  But he continued to knead her flesh, taking each leg in turn, and even rubbing her feet until she was afraid she’d turn into a puddle on the table. He worked his way back up, licking the back of her knees. She shivered, then frowned when he sat something there. And along her thighs. She grinned when she realized he was dotting her body with candy. Each ass cheek was topped with a chocolate treat, making her skin twitch. But when several found their way between her ass cheeks, her eyes popped open.

  “Oh, my god.” Now she knew what he had in mind. He continued upward, lining her spine, the base of her neck, and along her shoulders. She started to lift her head, but his hand stopped her.

  “Don’t move.” His breath teased her ear. “Snack time,” he said in a low growl.

  His teeth scraped her shoulder as he nipped one treat into his mouth. “Hmm.” His tongue swept across her skin, swirled around the next bit of candy. First one shoulder, then the second. At the base of her neck, he nibbled her flesh and snagged his treat.

  Lucy buried her head in her arms and struggled not to shift as her body hummed with need. Each swipe of his tongue along her spine, each nip, sent waves of desire deep into her heated core. His tongue lapped across each rounded globe of her ass, down each leg. He kissed and laved the sensitive flesh behind her knees.

  Turned on, hot and aching between her thighs, she squeezed her butt muscles, felt the row of candy he hadn’t nabbed from her body, and moaned as a jolt of lust flared.

  Her wolf tasted his way back up to her ass. His fingers dug into her flesh, and his tongue dipped into her crack. He licked and nipped his way up, his hands spreading her.

  Graham breathed in Lucy’s aroused scent and grinned. The sight of her
pink pussy, gleaming with her juices tempted him to take her right then and there. Instead, he dipped his tongue into her pussy, tasting her. “You’re wet and sweet, pet, and I’m hard. You want my cock.” He slowly drove one finger inside.

  Her ass lifted up and back. “Yes. I want you inside me, Sir.”

  He chuckled. “Not yet. I still have some candy left.” He rolled her over, yanked her hands above her head, wrapped the sash from her waist around her wrists, then tied it to the chair at the head of the table.

  “No moving.” He placed an orange candy in the middle of her forehead, a brown one at the bridge of her nose, and a yellow one between her lips. “Mine. No eating it.” He continued downward, balancing candy on her breasts, down her belly, one in the indent there. He reached over her head. “Need one more.” He held up a red candy and set it between his lips.

  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, alternat
ing 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.