Cinderella And Prince Dom

by Sydney St. Claire

  What kind of game made a woman scream? Jaimie didn’t want to know, but unless she wanted to struggle with her Dom, she had no choice but to follow. He let her arm go.

  “Don’t move.” His voice was hard, demanding obedience.

  Frowning, Jaimie watched as he put the quilt down and crawled under a couple bushes that formed an arch. He backed out and held out his hand. Jaimie could barely make out his features as he’d turned off his light. Nervous and a bit scared, she took it.

  “Crawl forward.”

  “There are no bugs or spiders, I hope. Or any creepy-crawlies.” She eyed the dark tunnel as she got onto her hands and knees, holding her skirt so she could crawl forward.

  “Maybe a horny animal or two,” he said, following her.

  Jaimie snorted but crept forward to the edge of the quilt.

  “Far enough,” he said. “Lie flat,” he whispered, his mouth near her ear.

  She lowered herself onto her belly. Her prince slid over her, his knees splayed on either side of her hips. He lowered himself, and she felt his bulge resting against her ass. His elbows were next to her arms which were partially beneath her.

  “What are we doing?” His scent enveloped her, and his warmth spread out along her body, turning her on even though she was unsure of what was happening. Was he going to fuck her out here? The thought made her ache, and she grew wet. She wiggled her butt. A sharp nip to her neck made her gasp. His hand covered her mouth to muffle her yelp.

  “Do not move. Just watch.”

  “Watch wha—” The stillness was shattered by yet another scream. Jaimie blinked when soft light suddenly glowed from the trees. The darkness before her was suddenly transformed. Small twinkling lights, thousands of them, winked like stars. From one tree branch, a large, yellowish-white globe blazed, as though the moon had fallen from the sky to highlight a grassy area about the size of a small pool. It was surrounded by thick bushes and trees.

  The screams continued, sounding close. Her gaze darted around, searching for the source. Then, to her shock, a woman burst into the clearing.

  “Help! The wolf is after me! Help me! Someone help me!”

  Jaimie’s jaw dropped as she stared at her friend. She wore her red cloak, a short red skirt, and a blouse cut so low, one breast was completely revealed. “Luc—”

  His hand over her mouth tightened. “Be quiet. No noise.”

  Eyes wide, Jaimie gasped when a man strode into the clearing, his steps measured as he stalked her friend. The light fell on him, and Jaimie realized he was Red Riding Hood’s wolf. Wearing a snug fitting black costume, he looked every bit a wild, untamed wolf, especially with his hard, erect cock leading the way. He cracked a whip and pointed to the ground. Mesmerized, she watched Lucy kneel and present herself to her wolf, as she’d done earlier. The scene had her own clit throbbing.

  God, she was horny as hell. She should be totally exhausted and spent yet she was energized. She should also be horribly embarrassed, as she knew what was coming and was torn between not wanting to watch and needing to see this scene played out. She felt as if she were on a set filming an X-rated movie. The lights and the carefully arranged shrubs said that Lucy knew she and her wolf were being observed. Jaimie figured there were other couples hidden around the clearing, all watching.

  She held her breath when the wolf reached down and tore Red’s blouse, baring her ample breasts then teasing her with the shaft of the whip, much like Jaimie’s Dom had done earlier. At the wolf’s command, Red stood and walked around the clearing. He stopped her, growled and took her breasts into his mouth, sucking hard. His fingers slid into Lucy, and he fingerfucked her. Then he made her walk to the next darkened area.

  Jaimie gulped when the couple stopped several feet from where she and her prince hid. Her breasts tightened in response and sent a jolt of need deep in her core. She wanted to feel her lover’s mouth sucking her nipples with that much enthusiasm. Lucy’s screams of ecstasy sent waves of heat into Jaimie’s core where it gathered, then exploded into pulsing waves that settled in her clit. Another command had Red kneeling. Her Wolf freed his cock and shoved it into her open mouth. Jaimie closed her eyes and lowered her head to the ground. She couldn’t watch. This was too personal. Too intimate.

  A hard yank to her hair brought her head up. “This is her fantasy. You will indulge her and watch.” His voice was pitched low and deep.

  “I can’t,” Jaime whispered even as she lifted her head and opened her eyes. Lucy was still sucking her partner’s huge cock. His hands were fisted in her hair. Without warning, he shoved her away. Red tried crawling away, but her Wolf dragged her back to him, his hands digging into her hips, pulling her ass up, spreading her cheeks, then driving himself deep inside her pussy. Lucy’s cry of ecstasy sent waves of need through Jaimie. Her clit throbbed, and wetness dripped out of her pussy. Damn, she wanted to run back to the cabin and demand that her prince fuck her.

  As though he heard her wish, her Dom eased back and shoved her skirts over her ass. His hands splayed across her cheeks, rubbing and kneading. His knee spread hers apart, and he reached beneath her and found her swollen clit.

  Jaime drew in a sharp breath when his finger began stroking and vibrating up and down, sending waves of desire through her. She squeezed her butt muscles, fighting the urge to grind her hips against him. “I can’t do this here.”

  Yet Lucy’s cries mingled with the sharp slap of flesh slapping flesh, urging her to give in.

  “You can. You will.” He shifted back and pulled her hips higher. “Keep your knees spread apart. You belong to me. You’re my plaything, you’ll come when I say, and you won’t make any noise. Understand?” His fingers stilled.

  God. She needed him. What the hell. No one could see them. She nodded then had to bite down on her fingers to silence her moan as his fingers worked her clit, hard and fast. There was no gentle easing her to her peak. His other hand stroked her ass and teased the small rosette hidden between her cheeks.

  In the clearing, Lucy was screaming and begging to be allowed to come. Jaimie waited, but to her shock, her wolf pulled out, his cock gleaming in the soft light. He lifted his hand and brought it down sharply on Red’s ass. Shocked, Jaimie wanted to stop, but before she could protest, her prince shoved a finger into her pussy.

  “Tonight, when we get back, I’m going to spank you and turned your lovely white skin pink.” He cupped her left cheek and rubbed with the flat of his hand. “Imagine me spanking you.”

  Right, left, he mirrored the Wolf’s movements, making Jaimie clench and unclench her muscles. His hands, fingers, and voice promised pleasure. She tightened, felt her clit swelling against his fingers.

  “Now!”

  Jaimie held her breath and came, barely able to stifle her moan of sheer ecstasy. Before her last gasp, her last shudder, he shifted her onto her side, shifting them so they could each still see the show. In the clearing, Lucy was on her back, legs up, knees bent with her lover’s cock plunging and pulling out while she thrashed on the ground.

  Spooned against her, her prince slid his condom-covered cock into her from behind and stroked, long and slow and steady, keeping her body in a state of near orgasm. “You will come when she comes, and you will scream when she screams.”

  Jaimie could only moan as with every thrust, he drove her closer to her peak.

  “Answer me.” He withdrew his cock and fingers.

  “Yes,” Jamie gasped her agreement.

  He slid back inside. “And you’ll scream?” He shoved himself deep, drawing her top leg over his.

  God help her, she’d scream on command. She felt as though someone else had taken over her body. She’d never known sex this wonderful. This consuming. “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Good girl. Now touch your clit and get ready.”

  Jaimie touched herself, moving in rhythm with his thrusts while watching the couple in the clearing. Her friend was close, as was her partner who was slick with sweat, his brows furrowed, and hi
s features twisted in pain. His hips pumped fast and furious. Lucy’s hips bucked, and the wet sound of fucking told her they were ready to come.

  In her ear, she heard her prince’s grunts, his harsh breaths, and applied more pressure to her clit, moving faster, feeling her clit swell and grow as her body sought release.

  “Now,” the wolf shouted. His yell was followed by Lucy’s scream.

  “Come.” Her prince held her hips still as he thrust one last time.

  Jaimie forgot about everything else as her orgasm took hold. She screamed.

  Then everything went dark as the lights winked out.

  ****

  Jaimie walked beside her prince. She wished she knew his name but also found it wasn’t hard to think of him as her prince. She sighed. The weekend so far was unlike anything she could have imagined and better than she’d hoped. Too bad it was nearly over. Unlike the fairy tale, there wasn’t going to be that magical happy-ever-after for her.

  Still, she wouldn’t trade this weekend for anything. She’d been afraid of a weekend of boring sex and, instead, was having the best time of her life. Who’d have thought she’d find a partner who’d give her so much pleasure and introduce her to so many new and exotic experiences?

  She did feel a bit weird whenever she remembered watching Lucy and her partner that first night, yet at the same time, she’d been totally aroused. She grinned, remembering the loving that followed when she and her prince returned to the cabin. As he’d promised, he’d given her a spanking, turning her ass pink and setting her on fire.

  It astonished Jaimie to discover that she really didn’t mind being spanked, especially knowing it turned him on. He’d been hard and hungry and fucked her good, bringing her to a violent orgasm unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

  That first day had been filled with primitive need that ended in explosive fucking and orgasms. Friday had been lazy, a time for gentle exploration of what each of them liked. She’d learned so much about herself on both days. She glanced sideways at her partner. What did he have in mind for today? They had hours before the ball.

  She wished they had more time.

  “What are you thinking?”

  Jaimie shrugged. “Just things.” She stared down at her breasts. Once again, her Dom had insisted she walk around with her breasts exposed. She hid her grin. She felt sexy, especially when she caught him staring at her breasts.

  “Tell me.” He reached over and flicked one of her nipples.

  Her breast peaked in response. “I was thinking about this Dom and sub stuff.”

  “Oh?” He lifted a brow. They stopped at a small pond with a man-made waterfall. He led her to a bench and tugged her onto his lap.

  It was hard to think, being so close to her prince, especially as she could feel the bulge in his pants beneath her ass. “Well, you like being in control and when I give you that control, I’m trusting you to take care of my needs. Not just your own.”

  “Am I taking care of your needs?” He nuzzled her neck.

  Jaimie tipped her head back. “Oh, yes.” She shivered as his head lowered. He took one aching tip into his mouth.

  “I love your tits.” He sucked first one then the other, his hands cupping and kneading her flesh.

  Heat and desperate need surged from breast to deep inside her core. She squirmed. It was hard to talk when she wanted to lose herself in the magic of his fingers and mouth. “I figured something else out, too,” she said, her words ending on a moan.

  “Yeah?” His hand snaked beneath her skirt and trailed up, stroking her thighs.

  “Ultimately, I’m in control. Giving it up gets me what I want.”

  “And what do you want?” He slid a finger into her folds and moved slowly toward her pussy.

  Jaimie bit back a cry as her Dom gently stroked in and out. “I want my prince to fuck me.”

  “Out here?” He pushed two fingers into her wet passage.

  “Anywhere,” she groaned. She was so damn ready for him, and his hard cock beneath her said he wanted her as well.

  “You want my cock in your pussy, don’t you, princess?”

  “Oh, yes, my prince, I want you inside me.”

  “Hard and fast, or should I torture you with slow, teasing strokes?”

  God, he was already torturing her. “Hard and fast.”

  “Who’s in control?”

  “You, Sir.”

  He lifted his head and kissed her beneath the ear. Jaimie shuddered. “Stand up and wait for me to tell you what to do.” He pulled his hand from beneath her skirt.

  Jaimie got to her feet and waited. She watched him, loving the teal of his eyes and the intensity that both warned and promised he would push her to her limits, which in turn gave her the most wonderful orgasms.

  “Remove your dress.” He leaned against the back of the bench, his arms stretched out as though he hadn’t a care in the world.

  Jaimie glanced around to be sure they were alone.

  “Look only at me.”

  The sharp command made her jump. And made her pussy throbbed. She loved his deep baritone and the way it slid deep inside her and left her weak with desire. With her eyes on her Dom, Jaimie pulled her dress over her head and waited. He shifted on the bench and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out, standing tall. He took himself in hand and stroked.

  “Suck my cock.” He removed his hand.

  Jaimie eagerly knelt between his legs and slid her lips over his engorged head and down along his shaft, tracing the ropey veins with her tongue. He pulsed inside her mouth. She pulled back, grabbed his root with her right hand, her left brushing his balls.

  He shuddered with each stroke of her mouth down along his impressive length, then again as she slid him almost out of her mouth. She sucked and stroked, and his hands fisted in her hair, guiding her.

  He trembled beneath her. Knowing that she pleased him gave her a powerful urge to make him come. She tightened her lips, stroked him hard, long, and fast. His breathing grew ragged. Don’t stop me. She felt powerful, in control, and she wanted to give him this. Her own needs faded to the background. He’d been so good at making sure her needs were taken care of before seeing to his own. This time, she’d pleasure him first.

  His groan turned into a loud moan as he thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair. Jaimie tasted him. He was close. She found his sensitive spot and pressed hard. With a cry, he jerked, his hips leaving the bench, his cock going rigid and his semen spurting out. She swallowed his salty essence.

  And didn’t stop. She sucked his orgasm from him until he slumped against the bench with a deep, rumbling moan. Only then did she ease back. A sense of wonder filled her. Never had she ever brought a man to such shattering release with her mouth.

  She waited on her knees for him to regain control. Yep, powerful and in control. Finally, her prince opened his eyes. He stood, his cock shiny with her saliva. He walked behind her.

  “You made me come.” He leaned down to bite her on the shoulder.

  Grinning, Jaimie nodded. “Yes, Sir. I did.”

  “I didn’t give you permission to do that. I’ll have to punish you.” His fingers pinched her nipples. “I think you need to be spanked.”

  She cried out, then shivered at the sound of his deep baritone. “I’m sorry, Sir. I thought you wanted to come.” She put a bit of fear in her voice to hide her intense desire. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and her thighs grew damp as her pussy wept for his cock.

  His hands slid down her shoulders. “Stand up and go behind the bench. You’re going to bend over and show me that pretty ass of yours.”

  Jaimie did as ordered. She still wasn’t sure she was a fan of spanking, but last night had been incredibly good. She wiggled her ass and waited, holding her breath when his palms rubbed each cheek.

  “You liked being spanked last night, didn’t you, my naughty slut.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She bit down to muffle her yell when h
is palm smacked her ass.

  “How many should I give you?” He rubbed her stinging flesh.

  “Three.” She could handle that. She yelped. Number two was a bit harder.

  “Hmm, I think you can handle five.”

  “Five?” Once again, his hand came down. Jaimie gasped. “That was hard.” Her ass was definitely stinging.

  “Just think about what comes next, princess.” He slid one finger inside her.

  The combination of pain and incredible pleasure made her moan. When he administered number four, she was lost in the haze of desire. She arched her hips, presenting her ass to him.

  “So nice and pink.” He pulled his finger out and stroked her abused flesh. “One more.”

  He leaned over her, his mouth at her ear. “One more spank then I’m going to make you beg. He slipped two fingers into her. His other hand cupped her dangling breasts, his fingers playing with her hard nipples.

  Oh god. She pushed herself onto the fingers teasing her pussy. “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

  He pulled his fingers away and kissed her, starting at the nape of her neck and slowly moving down her spine. “Please, what?”

  “Please fuck me.” Jaimie was panting and trying to hold his fingers inside her, but he kept sliding them out, making her wait before entering her again.

  “If I let you come, will you scream?” He slid his fingers into her hard and fast.

  She bucked against his hand. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Sir,” she repeated, her voice rising as his fingers found her sensitive G-spot and pressed hard. “God.” She was ready. And desperate.

  The sting of his palm caught her unaware, and she cried out, more from shock as she’d forgotten. The unexpected pain heightened the pleasure he stirred. She thrust her hips back, seeking more. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast.

  “Not yet. I want you wild.” His finger parted her curl-covered lips. He found her sensitive clit and touched her. Her buttocks clenched. “You want me to touch you and turn you into a wild woman?”

  “Yes,” Jaime cried out. She tried to press herself against his finger but he shifted it, just enough that he still touched her but not with any pressure.