Red & Her Big Bad Dom (7 page)

Lucy fell prey to the orgasm. This one didn’t send her soaring to the heavens. It devoured her, body, soul, and heart and sent her and her wolf someplace she’d never gone before. And wherever they were, there were dozens of voices locked in the same throes of passion with screams and shouts that joined and mingled with theirs.

Before she came back to her body, the lights blinked out and everything went dark.

Chapter Five

Lucy woke alone in bed. Judging from the light coming in the window, it had to be late morning. She glanced around. The bathroom door was open, which meant her Dom wasn’t in the cabin. Rather than jump up, she lay back, grinning. In less than one day, he’d fulfilled not one but two of her fantasies.

The scene in the woods with everyone watching had been ultra-cool. She’d had no idea she was such an exhibitionist. But he had known. Just as he’d known she’d wanted a woman to get her off. She pulled the pillow over her face and groaned. How was she ever going to face Glorie? She giggled when she recalled her lover’s shock when the Domme took him in hand. She tossed her pillow to one side, still chuckling.

“You’re happy this morning.”

Her wolf had come in through the back door. “I am.” She sent him an impish grin. “I was thinking about Glorie.”

He grimaced. “Don’t remind me.”

She laughed. He was embarrassed. “The Domme getting the Dom off. Gotta admit, that’s a good one. Where did you go?”

“Food. Got it set up on the patio.” He joined her, leaned over, and kissed her, a long, tender kiss. “A Dom has to take care of his sub.”

“My Dom has done a wonderful job taking care me.” She traced a finger along his lips. “Thank you for last night. And yesterday afternoon.” She threaded her fingers over his mask, feeling the shape of him as though she was blind. His hair was thick beneath the mask. Making her way down, she smiled when she found a small bump on the back of his head. Her fingers trailed down the sides of his neck and along his shoulders.

“My pleasure. Let’s eat. Get your shower and come out back.” He helped her out of bed, took another costume out of the closet, and urged her into the bathroom.

Lucy took a quick shower and donned her costume. The blouse was the same style, but the skirt was long with a handkerchief hem that was short in the front and brushed against the back of her knees in the back.

She stepped outside. A small square table sat just outside the door on the stone patio. Coffee, pastries, fruit, and sliced cheese were set out on plates. Her wolf sat on one corner of the table, staring out into garden. She stopped. The way he sat, his leg swinging, reminded her of Graham, The Geek. The man didn’t often use the chair in her office, preferring to plant his ass on her desk.

She nearly burst out laughing at the thought of her geeky pain in the ass here, fucking her in front of an unseen audience or being jerked off by a Domme. She couldn’t help snickering.

Her wolf turned his head, his lips curved in a smile. “Want to share the joke?”

She rolled her eyes. “You reminded me of a guy at work.”

“Oh?”

She shrugged and waved her hand at him. “The way you’re sitting on the table. He’s always got his ass on my desk.”

“How rude.” He got up and held out a chair.

“Exactly!” Yet in a way, endearing. Where the hell had that thought come from?

She shoved thoughts of Graham from her mind and sat, eyed the food, and realized she hadn’t had anything since the light meal yesterday, which seemed like a long time ago. “What are we doing today?”

“I’d like to take a walk.” He grinned. “A real walk.” He stroked the back of her hand. “You were wonderful, last night, little sub. I was so proud of you. Did you like hearing everyone come when we did?”

Lucy sighed. She’d never forget that intense and very pleasurable moment. “I did.” She bit into a sliced strawberry. “I have to admit, though, I was glad I couldn’t see them, but it felt powerful knowing we gave them pleasure, that what we did was shared.”

They ate in companionable silence. When they were done, he stood and held out a hand. “Let’s go. There’s a nice little path that goes through the real woods. By the way, I arranged for us to use the ballroom this afternoon.”

“That’s wonderful.” Standing, Lucy let him lead her into the woods.

Sex. Dancing. A walk through the woods. The weekend with her Dom couldn’t get any better.

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In the grand ballroom, Graham waited for Lucy to change into her dance shoes. The four-inch spiky heels slenderized her legs and added height. His gaze skimmed the toned and muscled length. The short skirt in front teased him with what lay hidden behind the silky fabric.

After she warmed up, she tucked her blouse into the waistband of her skirt, drawing his attention to her hourglass figure. He grinned as he thought of the dialogue from Red and the wolf in the fairytale, and in his mind, changed it. Curvy hips, the better to grip and hold her. Nicely rounded ass, so lovely to spank. Full breasts, ah, his to fondle, bite, and suck. Yes, like that fictitious character, he wanted nothing more than to take this woman and claim her, as both her Wolf and her Geek.

Instead, he held out his arms, and she slipped in, back straight, head held high, arms out with the right amount of resistance. With the music programmed, all he had to do was press a button on the remote. The soft strands of a waltz drifted into the room. They glided across the floor as one.

Another waltz and two tangos later found Graham totally captivated. Here in Bryce’s mansion, they had the freedom to truly move. “Where’d you learn to dance?” he asked as the music drifted into a slow waltz, which gave them the opportunity to catch their breath without having to stop.

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.