Ridin' Red

by Nikki Prince

  Dear Anastasia Trumane,

  We’re going to play a little game. Try this on for size. We think it will fit, perfectly. We will be coming for you in 30 minutes. Get dressed and wait for us on the bed.

  Anonymously Yours.

  Cinda had arranged for her to play at the club! The note also indicated more than one person. She gave a girly giggle of excitement and peeled back the tissue paper. She gasped. The fabric was exquisite, soft and utterly sensual.

  She took each item out of the box. There was a bra top with a brooch clasp, a sheer flowing cape, and a long skirt with a slit up its side and built-in boy shorts. It was the sexiest ensemble she’d ever seen, and it was all in red. How perfect this outfit would go with the shoes she wore.

  She had less than twenty minutes to get ready. Time to put up or shut up. She’d wanted to have something happen. Well, it was happening. She stripped as fast as she could then put on the costume. Little Red Riding Hood never looked this good. She hung her clothing up inside the closet and pirouetted in front of the mirror.

  So this was what it could be like, not to be under Drusilla’s thumb or her mother’s. But doing something she wanted for her, something wild and out of the ordinary. She was sexy hot. She stroked a hand along her uncovered thigh and smiled.

  The slit accentuated her long legs and the top pushed her breasts up in offering to whomever wished to partake. Naughty and beautiful, those were the words she’d use to describe herself. She arranged her long curls over her shoulders and put on the hood that was attached to the cape. One last glance in the mirror and she went to the bed, hopped up on it and positioned herself in the middle and then waited for what was to come.

  She observed the door, wondering who’d step through. There was a sound of a door opening, but it wasn’t the front door. It was the adjoining room. Dante stood there, nodded to her and then exited. For a moment she thought it was him, but that couldn’t be.

  Not that he wasn’t attractive but…

  Her thought trailed off as she stared at the door. She was frozen in place.

  She gasped. Two wolves, two very large wolves entered the room. One was black in color; the other was silver, and they were huge. Someone closed the door, she assumed Dante. That spurred her into action, and she jumped over the other side of the bed trying to reach the door. The silver wolf blocked her path, and when she tried to run to the other door, the black one blocked her way.

  Don’t be afraid, Red. Lucien, it was Lucien.

  “Stop this, Luc, let me go.” Oh my god! Wait a fucking minute, she could hear him. She could understand everything he was saying, and he was a wolf. “How can I understand you?” She could hear the alarm in her own voice.

  You’re our mate. Of course you can understand everything we say. As our mate, you can hear our thoughts and feel when we are hurt. The only way you wouldn’t be able to is if we are too far away or if we are blocking the thoughts from you. Stay and play awhile with us.

  “No, I don’t want to.” She backed up against the bed when Lucien advanced on her. He nuzzled her legged and growled softly.

  Of course you want to. I can smell how wet you are. Let us love you.

  “I need to go.” Still they blocked her path.

  Ana, my girl, if you go, the headaches will continue. In fact, they will get worse.

  “How do you know I’ve been having headaches?”

  We all have. Our pain will only build if we don’t complete our mating match. So long ago, when you and I were together, you became my mate. I didn’t realize what it fully meant.

  “Mating match? Lucien, you’re making no sense. Besides, there is the little detail of you being here with someone else, not just me. Are you going to tell me this is all because you’re both my mates?”

  Yes. Though not only are you my mate, he’s my mate as well. That admission didn’t shock her, and Lucien would be privy to that fact. When they’d been together, Lucien had point blank told her he was bisexual.

  “Lucien, if this is your way of trying to get me back into your bed.” She gasped as she was hit with the most excruciating pain between her eyes. She brought her hand to her forehead and held it.

  Lucien, hurry.

  Anastasia turned to look at the other wolf, who’d come closer to them, and she was now hearing what he was saying in her mind. When she turned back to Lucien, he’d shifted and stood before her naked.

  “You’re everything I imagined you to be.” That voice, she recognized that voice. It was Bruno. Her eyes widened as that beautiful male specimen stood next to her.

  “Bruno.” He’d shifted as well and was in all his naked glory.

  “Yes, Red, my dear, I’m your other wolf,” Bruno stated gruffly.

  Lucien placed his hands around her waist while she was distracted, and she moaned softly. It had been too long since she’d received a strong man’s touch.

  “Lucien…” She whimpered. His blue eyes twinkled.

  He was giving her a chance to stop him. The one thing he’d always told her was that she had the right to refuse him, to tell him she didn’t want to go forward. He was a Dom who didn’t do the safe word thing; all she had to do to stop him was to say no. She couldn’t say no; truthfully, she didn’t wish to say no.

  When she didn’t say anything, he spoke again.

  “Let us ease your pain,” Lucien persuaded.

  Lucien pulled her into the center of the room, and Bruno pressed behind her. She could feel both of their cocks against her, and she trembled. One against her stomach, the other against her ass. There were two hard cocks, two wolves for her to have. Why not live the fantasy and play along?

  “Our little Red,” Bruno mumbled and then nipped the back of her neck. Her legs almost buckled.

  “My, what beautiful eyes you both have,” she said with a tongue-in-cheek grin.

  If they wanted to play as if she was Red Riding Hood, she’d play.

  “Better to see you with, Red,” rumbled Lucien, who’d buried his face between her breasts. He was taking deep breaths, drawing her in.

  “Mmm … what strong arms you both have,” Anastasia answered back.

  “All the better to hold on tight to you, my sweet Red, and to never let you go.” This time it was Lucien who spoke.

  She dropped her head back onto Bruno’s shoulders as hands—she wasn’t sure whom they belonged to—cupped her breasts and pulled at the nipples. She groaned and arched into the hands on her breasts.

  “Oh my, what nice legs you have.”

  “All the better to help us push into you, my dear Red,” growled Bruno.

  She gasped in protest when both men suddenly moved away from her. Her eyes fluttered open.

  Lucien drew her close, kissing her hard, and then slipping his tongue inside of her mouth. He claimed every part of her mouth as his. She mewled as her ass cheeks were parted, and Bruno nipped each cheek in turn before running his tongue over her puckered little hole, rimming it. She jerked in surprise but not because it didn’t feel good. It did—it felt too damn good.

  Red, I’m going to be the one to claim you first. I started this process. Bruno will claim you next. Then we will both claim that beautiful ass of yours at some point. Do you understand?

  She whimpered as his words filtered through to her, and then the bite to her bottom lip shot thrills throughout her entire body. She was so wet it was coating her thighs. My god, they want every inch of me.

  Lucien took his lips from hers, and then picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He deposited her at the edge of it, pushing her legs open. He knelt in front of her, his intent obvious. The first swipe of his tongue against her clit sent shockwaves through her body. All she could think was it had been too long.

  “My, what a wicked mouth you have,” she said to Lucien.

  “All the better to eat you with, my dear.” He gave a long lick to her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Unable to help herself, she started rocking into his hot mouth.

  The bed sank, a
nd Bruno moved behind her. He took off her hood, pulled her hair until her head fell back, and then he was giving her one of the hottest kisses ever. The sting of that pull only made her want more. She loved it rough. Lucien must have told him. Boy, these two men could kiss. He thrust his tongue deeper, licking every inch of her mouth. He kept one hand tangled in her hair. Fuck, kisses to her clit and kisses to her mouth. What more could a woman ask for?

  Chapter Eight

  By the time Bruno stopped kissing her, she and he were both breathing extremely hard. He moved to the side of her, cupping the back of her head with one hand and his cock with the other. It was huge and beautiful, the bulbous head leaking his pre-cum. Fuck. He looked to be about eight inches and the girth, good god. She wasn’t sure she could do it as she stared at it. The choice was taken from her when he pulled her towards his cock. She knew what he wanted, and she would do it gladly.

  Don’t worry, my sweet Ana. Take what you can. I will hold on to the rest if need be.

  Tentatively, she licked over the top of it, sliding her tongue along the pearly essence that had formed at the slit. She heard him groan, the hand that was tangled in hair tightening painfully.

  “Take more of me in, baby.”

  Lucien took her legs and wrapped them around his shoulders then pressed his face into her, dipping his tongue into her wet slit. He swirled two fingers into her entrance, teasing her. She bucked forward, trying to ride his fingers.

  “Uh uh, Red. I will fuck you when I’m ready to fuck you. Take what I give you and suck our boy’s cock.”

  Obediently she took more of his cock in her mouth, sucking the head and running her tongue around the crest then slowly taking as much of him in as she could. He pumped his cock at the base with his hand; she had no need to worry about him falling from her mouth. He was feeding her his cock.

  “Damn, Lucien, she sucks like a fucking pro.”

  “That she does, Bruno. Her mouth was made for fucking.” She warmed at their praise. Once again she found herself trying to ride Luc’s fingers, which were curved against her g-spot. She wanted more, but to her horror Luc removed his fingers and Bruno took his cock from her mouth. They both moved away, and feeling confused, she scrutinized them both.

  “What, what’s wrong?” She couldn’t take it any longer and had to ask.

  They ignored her, and Lucien turned to Bruno.

  “B, go pull out the spanking horse. I think our girl needs to learn to listen.”

  Anastasia gulped, her eyes going wide as Bruno strolled towards the closet. The spanking chair, she remembered him having one at his condo, and there had been several times she’d ended up strapped to it. Some things never change. Bruno went into the adjoining room and came out with the chair, and her pussy moistened even more.

  “Look at me, Red,” Lucien ordered.

  It was then she noticed he’d grabbed a flogger from only god knew where. She’d been so busy watching for Bruno to return. He ran the flogger over her cheek, and then stroked it over her breasts all the while his eyes stayed on hers.

  “Take the skirt off. Keep the shoes on and the top on. Then go to Bruno and get strapped in.”

  The spanking that was coming was a lesson for her, and it was also Lucien’s way of giving her a consequence for not listening. Getting off the bed, she undid her skirt and then slipped it down her hips. She stepped out of it and put it on the bed. The next thing was her cape; undoing the tie, she tossed the cape to the bed right alongside the skirt. She wasted no time in getting to Bruno, who’d set up the sawhorse in the middle of the room.

  Anastasia straddled the chair face down, and Bruno secured her to it.

  “Damn, Luc, what a fine ass she has.”

  “Mhm, I’m going to flog her ‘til it’s nice and red and burning hot.” There was a squeeze to her ass cheek, and she hummed in pleasure. The flogging would hurt, but the pain and pleasure would mix so well. It had been a long while since she’d had this done.

  “She looks eager, Lucien.”

  “I’m sure she is. Though it hurts and she usually cries, the pleasure she gains and the lesson she learns make it all the better.”

  “Oh really now?” Bruno said.

  “Isn’t that right, Red?” Lucien tapped her ass lightly with the flogger.

  “Oh! Yes, you’re right, Luc.” They were an unconventional dominant and submissive. Just because she didn’t call him sir or master didn’t mean he wasn’t those things to her.

  “Why do you think I’m spanking you, Ana?”

  There was a hand in her hair, stroking lightly. Bruno.

  “It’s because I tried to fuck myself on your fingers when you told me not to, Lucien.”

  The flogger came down with a solid sting to her left cheek, and she lurched against the straps with a soft groan.

  “Exactly, Red. Your ass is going to be as red as your hair when I’m done, but you’ll listen, won’t you?” She was given another stinging slap with the flogger to her right cheek.

  She hissed through the pain. “Mmm, yes, I’ll listen.”

  It seemed to be all he needed to hear as he stopped talking and pounded her ass. By the end, her ass was stinging with a painful pleasure that had tears streaking her cheeks. Lucien rubbed his hand against her ass in small circles.

  “When I give a command, what must follow?”

  “My utter obedience, Luc.”

  “Do I have that now from you?”

  She nodded her head, though she made sure to speak as well. “Yes, always yes.”

  Her ass cheeks were spread. The coolness of lube drizzled down on her puckered hole, and she sighed. The swirl of his fingers against her there made her moan. He teased around the hole then dipped one finger inside her sphincter, turning it this way and that as he readied her to take one of their cocks. She grunted as he pushed in all the way to the knuckle then withdrew to the tip. The next moment she felt full as he added a second finger, allowing her to get used to being stretched.

  “Move back against my fingers. Fuck them.”

  Eager to please him, she did just as he asked, wiggling back into his fingers so that she was fucking herself on them. She pushed back against him for a few moments more before he tapped her ass lightly with his free hand and then slid his fingers out of her.

  “Perfect, you’re nice and loose. Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to forgo prolonging your need for cock. Bruno, free her.”

  The more commands Lucien gave out, the hotter she was getting and from the looks of it, Bruno didn’t mind being led around by Luc either.

  “It’s time we take our mate. There is time to play later on.”

  Lucien’s voice was gruff. She could tell that he was just as ready to fuck as she was to have them fuck her. In no time Bruno had her free and cradled in his arms. She nuzzled his neck, and she felt the rumbling of his chest. She was on fire, and she wanted them both right now. This was all in Lucien’s time.

  “You’re a tease, little Red,” Bruno stated.

  “Yes, Luc didn’t tell you that?” She nipped his neck, and he hissed.

  He sat her on her feet in front of the bed, where Lucien already stood. She noticed the two foil wrappers within his hands. She blinked and was about to question why when Lucien spoke.

  “No matter what we are, we can still get you pregnant. Now is not the time for that. We are just learning one another again. You and Bruno are new to one another. You’re very fertile.”

  She gasped. “How do you know that?”

  Lucien tapped his nose and smirked. “We’re wolves.”

  “Oh.” How foolish of her, the whole sense of smell thing.

  There was nothing like being protected by a lover, but to have two men who wanted you and were willing to take that extra care was priceless.

  Lucien held out both condoms to her, and he and Bruno sat down on the bed.

  “You do the honors, my sweet Red.”

  Both men’s dicks were standing at perfect attention,
both thick and long. Lucien’s was curved and Bruno’s ramrod straight. She touched her lips to make sure she wasn’t drooling. How embarrassing that would be. She chuckled softly.

  “My, what beautiful cocks you have.”

  “All the better to fuck you with, my dear,” Lucien said, and she smiled as he winked at her.

  Kneeling down in front of them, she set one condom on Luc’s leg and opened the other. The crinkle of the foil packet opening filled the room. She placed the condom on the tip of Lucien’s dick and slowly rolled it down. She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought that ran through her head.

  “Pray tell, may I ask what’s so funny?” Lucien asked, putting his hand under her chin and pulling her head up so they were eye to eye.

  “Just thinking about the old saying a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The condoms you bought are lambskin.” Both men chuckled with her.

  “Luc, may I ask how you’ll be able to claim me if you’re wearing condoms?”

  She’d finished putting the condom on him and now moved between Bruno’s thighs to cover him with his. Lucien took her hand once she was done and made her rise.

  “Claiming isn’t only in the fucking. It will also be your receiving our bite at the same time during penetration.”

  “I’m ready for it.”

  “You may think you’re ready for it right now, but it’s going to hurt. Once our DNA fully fuses with your body and is in your system, it will hurt. There is no way around that pain, my sweet.”

  “If I’m to be your mate as well as Bruno’s, there’s no way around it anyway.”

  “Brave girl,” Bruno said.

  Nodding, Lucien moved to the bed, lying flat on his back with his legs dangling over the edge feet flat on the floor. “Come climb on me, and take me inside.”

  Eagerness didn’t begin to describe how she was feeling. She straddled him, rising so that she could grasp his cock. She bit back a moan, rubbing his cock against her entrance. She was aching and only being filled with cock would she be complete again. Lucien’s hands went to her waist so that he was steadying her. Finally having her balance, she slid down on to his cock ‘til he was as deep as he could go.