Chapter Four

Lucy woke in her wolf’s arms. He was warm, his chest hard, his breathing slow. Her hand rested on the light smattering of blond chest hair. He’d taken off his costume, all but the mask. She lifted her head. Asleep, he appeared relaxed, his lips soft and full. And so tempting.

She sighed, wishing he’d reveal his face, yet she had to admit, there was something totally naughty and sensual in not knowing what he looked like. He was her mystery man, and he understood her as no other ever had. He got her, and not just with the sex, although the sex was out of this world fantastic.

They had so many things in common, like dancing. Bryce’s mansion had a real ballroom, and she had a fabulous gown with the most amazing fuck-me heels for the ball. She and her wolf would heat up the dance floor.

“What are you thinking?”

Smiling, Lucy stared into his piercing blue eyes. “Saturday night.”

“Ah. We’ll dance the night away, you and I.”

His slight accented voice hummed through her. “I love dancing with you. Too bad this place isn’t big enough.” That was the problem. They could only dance at the sex clubs he frequented because anywhere else, he’d have to lose the mask.

He pulled her on top of him. “I bet we can sneak into the ballroom tomorrow. Want to dance tonight, out here, under the moonlight?”

Lucy cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. “Very much so.”

“Then we’ll dance here after our scene, and I’ll see if we can get into the ballroom tomorrow.”

She wrinkled her nose, noticing it was still light outside. “I’m not so sure I’m going to like being watched. It’s different here than at the club.”

“You trust me.” It wasn’t a question but a quiet statement.

Lucy nodded. He knew her better than she knew herself. “It seems—wrong—yet the idea of being spied on turned me on.”

He grinned. “No, it’s naughty, and you, my sweet sub, love being naughty.”

Rolling her eyes, she admitted he was right. “Yeah, I do. Okay, I’m game.”

“Good girl.” He rolled her over, held her hands above her head, and swooped in for a deep, drugging kiss.

****

Sex, shower, and a light meal followed the gentle round of loving. Graham, behind closed doors, dressed in a second costume, much like the first—black, long sleeves, ass and crotch cut out as well as his belly. The tight fabric stretched from shoulder to shoulder and curved over his chest, leaving most of it bare. He pulled another glove over his dick and balls, this one a fluorescent yellow, and tied it around his hips.

He grinned at himself in the mirror. His bare chest and belly made him look like an animal. A quick swipe of the razor took care of the stubble darkening his jaw. Combing his hair from his face, he donned a new mask. He adjusted it and sighed, wishing he could walk out as himself. He wanted Lucy to see him as Graham, the Lover and Dancer, and the man who sometimes spent entire evenings with her just talking, discovering how much they had in common instead of being, in her eyes, Graham, the Irritating Geek.

“Not yet,” he whispered. He couldn’t risk losing her yet. But the day was rapidly approaching when he’d have to reveal the truth. He hoped his ruse didn’t bite him in the ass.

He put aside his regrets and his dreams of claiming Lucy as Graham Winters and joined her in the main room. Her eyes went wide with pleasure.

“Wow! I love that costume,” she said, joining him. She ran her hands over the shimmering material.

Graham had chosen his clothing for how he’d appear in the night with lights spotlighting them. He studied her. She wore another short red skirt and white blouse. He eyed the generous swells of her breasts, tempted to help himself, but resisted.

They left the cabin. It was still light outside, a bit early to go to their next scene. Holding out his hand, he led her to the back of the cabin to a bench swing in the middle of the wild garden. Adjusting the pillows, he lowered himself to recline against the pillowed side, stretched out his legs along the seat, and drew her on top of him, cradling her so she leaned against him with her back flush to his chest.

“We have some time.” One nudge sent the swing into a gentle rock.

He drew in a deep breath, breathing in her scent as a wolf or wild animal might. He loved how she smelled, like sex and sunshine with a hint of rose. She reminded him of the wild roses climbing the arbor. The garden was overgrown, but a close study revealed the area was meticulously planned to give the appearance of being untended.

That was Lucy. She wild and adventurous on the outside, yet in reality, she was a controlled and self-contained woman. He grinned. When he’d met her at the club as The Wolf six months ago, she’d been fairly new, discovering the passion deep inside her after years of unfulfilling sex with her ass of a husband. And giving up her need to control gave her the freedom to simply enjoy and feel. Now she was willing and even eager for new experiences.

“Sir?”

“Yes.”

“Will I ever see you as you are? Will you trust me with your face and name?”

Graham wrapped his arms around her. “Yes.”

She tipped her head back and to the side so she could see him. “When?”

“Soon.”

She smiled. “You know I don’t care what you look like. It’s you I like.”

“I know. I like you a lot, too, Lucy.”

She sighed happily. “I can wait.”

Graham closed his eyes and prayed that, when he revealed the truth, she’d remember this conversation because he didn’t just like this woman. He was head over heels in love with her.

****

Lucy felt warm and fuzzy inside. It was strange that she didn’t need his name or his face. In many ways, not having that outer trapping made what she felt deeper, stronger. She was falling in love with the man, not his looks or title.

He was single and unattached—that she’d made sure of—and he’d made a commitment to her. They were exclusive. Thoughts of Graham, and his attempts to date her intruded. She chuckled. The poor man didn’t stand a chance next to The Wolf, her big, bad Dom.

“What do you find amusing, little sub.”

“You. Us. Our fairy tale roles.” She clasped his arms and held him tight as he gave the ground another push, sending the swing swaying. “When you gave me the invitation to this event and told me I was going to be your Little Red Riding Hood, I thought, of course, what else. But then I went online and looked up the themes behind the story.”

“Why does that not surprise me?”

She shrugged and settled even more into her wolf. “One site said the wolf represented lust and animal desire.”

He growled in her ear. “I do like lusting after you, Red. What about the girl? What does she represent?”

“A woman coming into maturity. Or her own. That’s what we have. Since I met you, I’ve learned so much about myself and not just sex stuff.” This man made her think, and he’d broadened her horizons on so many levels.

“I think I like the sex stuff,” he murmured in her ear. His hands crept up to cup her breasts.

Desire stirred deep within her core. “I know I like the sex stuff and the lust and animal desire.” She ran her hands down his thighs.

“Lift your skirt, sweet.” His voice shot from lazy and indulgent to deep and commanding, the accent thicker. His Dom voice. Thrilled, a bolt of lust shot through her, shattering her trepidation of their upcoming scene.

“Yes, Mr. Wolf.” She inched up her skirt until she was completely revealed to her Dom.

He yanked her blouse down her arms. Her breasts popped out, two nicely tanned globes, if she did say so herself, with deep, pink nipples already hard. His hands closed over them. “Stroke yourself, pet.”

Lucy’s fingers glided into her folds. She ached with need for this man and what he gave her. She hesitated. “I want you to make me come, Sir.”

“You’re my plaything, are you not?” His voice deepened with displeasure. He squeezed her nipples until she arched her back and whimpered.

“Yes, Mr. Wolf.”

“And should I desire my sub to play with her pretty little clit?” He nipped her earlobe.

“Then I will play with myself,” she whispered. Lucy ran the pad of her finger across her sensitive clit. She was still a bit self-conscious when it came to doing herself while he watched. She wanted his touch, but he enjoyed watching her and she loved pleasing him, so she’d do whatever he asked.

“Please Sir, will you hold me open?” She wanted his eyes on her, all of her. His hands opened her gently. She gasped as the cool evening air caressed her flesh.

“Nice and slow, little sub.”

She loved being reminded that he was in control, that she had no decisions to make or responsibilities except to him. She circled her clit with her finger.

“Tap yourself. Up and down. Fast.”

She bounced her finger, and with each new command, she dipped into her wet well to draw moisture up and over her, then rubbed and circled her clit again and again. His hands framed her pussy, a couple of fingers trekking lower and entering her slippery channel. Her body hummed with desire. His voice sent rivers of lust through her. In her mind, she saw everything through his eyes.

With his breath warm against her skin, she rode that raft of desire down a fast moving river. Each stroke, each foray inside her, and each squeeze of her fingers on her clit made her feel as though she were spinning, the waters growing rougher. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t his touch sending her on her wondrously wild ride but his deep, baritone voice urging her faster, ordering her to slow down, telling her how to touch herself. “Tell me what your clit feels like?”

Eyes closed, mind focused on her hand, her sex and his voice, Lucy licked her lips and touched her clit. “It’s so swollen. And throbbing.” Talking was difficult as her breathing was short and shallow. She arched her back, clenched her ass, and moaned. “It wants.”

“What does it want, Red?”

“It wants you to make it come. Please, Sir.” Her voice rose to a desperate wail. God, she wanted his hands on her, sending her over the edge.

“Hold your pussy lips apart.”

Lucy gladly switched places and prepared to be catapulted into the stars.

“I see your sweet little clit, Red. It’s begging, isn’t it?” He drew a light circle around her clit, then pinched the swollen nub between his fingers.

Her hips jerked, sent the swing swaying. Lucy bit back a scream, remembered his instructions for the weekend, and let out a low, keening cry.

“Ah, I like hearing you scream, Red. You’ll scream for me later, won’t you?”

Lucy would promise anything if it meant he’d fuck her. “Yes.” Inside, the pressure built to a frantic pain that needed release. Her hips rolled up and down, pressing her mound against his finger.

“When I say, pet.”

“Yes—yes Sir.” She barely got it out before she realized it was too late. She was going to come whether or not he gave permission. She gasped, arched against him, and screamed his name as his fingers drove her over the edge.

****

Graham nipped her earlobe. “Naughty sub. I didn’t say you could come.”

Still breathing hard, Lucy turned her head and eyed him with a fresh wave of lust. “Guess you’ll have to punish me, Sir.”

He groaned at the satisfied look in her eyes and the impish grin of anticipation. The thought of spanking her ass sent lust straight to his hard and pulsing cock. The glove was too tight. He shifted uncomfortably. “You did that on purpose, Red.”

She sent him a wide, innocent look. “I couldn’t help it, Sir. I’m sorry, I was weak.”

He chuckled. Weak? Like hell. He shook his head. “We’ll deal with your punishment later.” He urged her upright, wrapped his arms around her waist, and launched them both off the swing. He steadied her, leaned down, and kissed her more than willing mouth.

The spicy-sweetness that was Lucy drew him deeper. The taste of her sang through his veins, a drug that once indulged in was forever in his blood. Kissing her had become one of life’s greatest pleasures. What would it feel like to be able to do this whenever he wanted, wherever they were? Or know the intimacy of her fingers skimming over his face, not his mask?

How many times had he walked into her office and fought the urge to pull her into his arms and just indulge himself like this. He desperately needed to kiss her and claim her as The Geek, not the masked Wolf. His heart ached as he lifted his head.

He smiled down at her, shelving his deepest needs and his love. “That should warm you up.” He fixed her blouse, hiding her beautiful tits.

Lucy went stiff in his arms. “Sir?”

“Show time, my sweet sub.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I wish we could stay here.”

He laughed low and soft as he swung her red cloak over her shoulders. “No, you’d wonder and regret not doing this.”

Her sigh was long and loud. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Okay, what am I doing?”

He held out his hand and led her away from the cabin and onto a path lined with lights that cut through the woods. After a short distance, he stopped her. “How about a nice, long scream. Remember, you’re sweet, little innocent Red Riding Hood, and a big, bad wolf is chasing you through the forest.”

Lucy opened her mouth and screamed. “Help! Help!”

He nodded. “Good.” He led her further, his arm around her. “Again.”

Her screams shattered the stillness. He teased his fingers beneath her skirt and found her wet. She was turned on and eager. He kissed her, slow and deep, stepped back, and stared at her with a frown.

He sent her a wicked grin and freed one pert breast. He tucked the elastic of the top beneath that gorgeous globe, then hiked up her skirt, revealing the curve of her ass. “Better. Start running, Red, and be prepared to be ravished by your wolf.”

Lucy stood on tiptoe and nipped his lower lip. “The ravisher may find himself ravished,” she whispered before she took off, shouting, “Help! The wolf is after me. Help! Help!”

Graham shook his head. She had that right. He might live with the illusion that he was in charge, but ultimately, Lucy called the shots. Without her willingness to give him control, he’d be left wanting.

He whipped off his glove, stroked himself until he was rock hard, and then strode after his prey. For fun, he let out a long, loud howl.

****

Lucy burst into a clearing slightly larger than the one where her wolf and Glorie had taken her earlier. She shouted and screamed. The distant sound of a howl startled her. She whirled around. Damn, was that her Wolf or did Bryce have real, live wolves on his property.

Small twinkling lights, thousands of them flashed on and lit up the treetops. They winked down at her like stars. High above in one tree, a large yellowish-white globe hung suspended, as though the moon had fallen from the sky. Bushes and trees surrounded the entire area.

Where was her audience? She ran around the clearing, pretending to be seeking a way out and noticed that the bushes didn’t look wild and overgrown but planted and shaped and placed at precise intervals. She peered into one and grinned when she caught the wink of metal. They were tunnels. Her audience was well hidden, and the grassy area her stage.

Her body hummed with anticipation. She was the star of this show, and knowing that her wolf would burst into the clearing and have his way with her made her pussy contract. Moisture coated her inner thighs. Another howl sent her heart into her throat.

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

The sound of a whip cracked the air. She whirled around, and there he was, her wolf, his steps measured as he stalked her. With a tree at her back, she had no place to go. He growled, pointed to the ground. Head bent, eyes down, she knelt.

“Tell me you are mine to do whatever I wish.” His voice, deep and as menacing as a wolf’s, boomed out so all could hear.

Keeping her shoulders rounded, she answered, “I’m yours, Mr. Wolf.” And god, he could do whatever he wished. Her nipples tightened as she thought about him fucking her out here with people watching.

He strode around her, yanked her blouse down, exposing both breasts. The leather-covered handle of the whip trailed along her spine and between her legs. The thin shaft rode along her wet pussy. Pure desire shot through her as he played the whip over her clit like a violinist played his bow across the strings. Lucy moaned, her hips bucking forward.

Before she could fully enjoy the sensation, he stopped. “Get up.”

Lucy stood, took his hand, and followed as he led her to another spot. This time, he made her face a dark shadowy tunnel and spread her legs. He kissed her hard, his tongue fucking her mouth while he lifted her skirt and fingerfucked her pussy. “You like knowing someone’s watching, don’t you, pet?”

Lucy moaned, heard an answering moan from the bushes. Realizing she was turning on another couple ramped up her own need. She contracted her muscles, gripping his fingers, holding them inside her.

“Yes, Sir.” She cried out when he withdrew and led her to yet another spot.

“Bend over and hold onto the tree.” His hands gripped her ass and spread her wide. Two fingers plunged into her weeping pussy.

“So hot. So wet.” He bent over and bit her on the back of the neck. “You belong to your wolf. Say it.”

“I belong to you,” Lucy cried out. She bit her lip to stop the scream as pleasure raced through her.

“No holding back, pet.” He pinched her nipples, sending another zing through her.

She screamed. A fresh wave of moisture gathered between her legs. His hard cock nudged her ass. She tried to shift and urge him inside.

“Not yet, pet.” He yanked her hard against him, her back to his chest, his teeth grazing the curve of her neck. His fingers found her clit and stroked, hard and fast.

Nothing else mattered except grabbing that orgasm before he stopped or denied her. It didn’t matter who observed. At that moment, it was only her and her wolf, her Dom, the man who knew how to make her body sing.

She gasped, moaned, and cried out. “Please, Sir. I need to come. I need—oh. Oh.

He didn’t give her permission, but he also didn’t give her a choice. Her orgasm gripped her every bit as hard as the arms holding her. Her hips bucked, and she screamed as he shoved her over the edge. He didn’t stop there. He drew out her orgasm, controlling each spasm, driving her higher, keeping her at the peak until she collapsed against him.

“Nice, little sub,” he whispered in her ear. He lifted his voice. “Did I tell you to come, Red?”

Lucy could barely breathe. “No, Mr. Wolf. I’m so sorry.” God, she wanted him inside her, fucking her as if they were wild animals.

He led her to the center where the light from the fake moon bathed them in silvery light and pointed to the ground.

Heart hammering, Lucy knelt, bent her head, and waited.

Her wolf dropped to his knees in front of her, tore her blouse up and over her head, then shoved her skirt down to the ground. “Show me what you’ve got for your wolf, Red.”

Lucy cupped her breasts and presented them to him. She whimpered as he closed his mouth over one, sucked hard, scraped his teeth across the tender flesh. Bolts of lightning flashed from her nipple to her clit. She cried out as he devoured her flesh, sucking and biting and pinching. She loved it when he was gentle, but nothing got her pussy hot and bothered more than when he was a bit on the rough side.

He lifted his head and straightened. “Red?” His voice was soft against her forehead.

She glanced up, stared into his glittering eyes, and nodded. “I’m good.”

He stood, his magnificent cock a mere inch from her mouth. Her hands itched to reach up and guide that lovely shaft between her lips. “What a big cock you have, Mr. Wolf.” She wanted to swirl her tongue around him, to lick and suck him until he lost control and shot his cum down her throat.

“Show me you know what to do with my big, bad cock, Red.” He leaned forward.

Lucy eagerly claimed him with her hand. She loved the feel of soft velvet over steel. She kissed him along his hard, hot length until she felt him shudder. Opening her mouth, she guided him in and out, her tongue tasting and licking.

A low growl from deep in his throat pleased her, and she sucked hard. Her fingers found his tight balls. Her wolf’s hands fisted in her hair and he pulled. The pleasure-pain made her groan. Her pace increased, the pressure of her mouth tightened as she fucked his cock. Another shudder rippled through him.

“Enough!” He shoved her away.

Playing her part, she tried crawling away as he grabbed a condom from a tiny pocket and rolled it over his swollen rod. Her wolf yanked her back to him, his hands digging into her hips as he lifted her ass and spread her cheeks.

“Where are you going, my tasty sub?” Graham drove his dick deep inside Lucy’s welcoming pussy, feeling her slick walls gripping him, sucking him deep into her hot sheath. He was so hard, so ready, he was afraid he might not be able to control himself and make the scene last.

Her cry of ecstasy echoed around the clearing. She thrust back, taking him deeper. He groaned, then glided out, his cock gleaming in the soft light. He lifted his hand and brought it down sharply on one rounded cheek, then drove his cock back inside.

She cried out again. Her pussy juices flowed around his aching cock. “Tell me, Red. Do you like being spanked by your wolf?” He smacked the cheek.

“Yes,” she rasped.

She bucked her hips, lifted her ass high, telling him she wanted—no, needed more. He eased out, back in, and spanked her. Again and again he drove himself into her hot pussy, harder and faster. A garbled scream, and her core contracted, her pussy gripping him so hard, he thought he’d explode.

“Please, Mr. Wolf. Let me come.”

Her husky voice, begging so prettily, nearly drove him over the edge. He loved the way she gasped, the catch in her throat as her need made breathing difficult. He almost caved.

The clearing was silent except for the sound of his hips slapping her ass and the wet sucking of her pussy as he fucked her. Her body tensed, and her hot, wet sheath gripped his cock. He groaned. Not yet, not yet. He wanted to make this experience so good, she’d never forget it.

Sobbing with her need, she rested her head on the ground. Her arms were probably too weak to hold her up. He withdrew, rolled her over, lifted her legs, and bent her knees. Her hands dug into the grass, and her body trembled.

Her gaze held his as he positioned his cock at her entrance. “Ready for the finale, Red?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

He smiled and inched into her slowly. Her hips lifted, met him, and held him. He’d never known another woman so passionate, so giving. She brought out the animal in him, as well as the need to both protect and provide. Right now, he planned to give her one hell of a good fuck. “When I say.”

Lucy knew her wolf well and knew the time for slow and gentle was long gone. His thrusts were hard and demanding, his pubic bone grinding against hers. Her clit relished more as he pounded into her. She thrashed, her fingers digging into the grass, her hips jerking off the ground as he pumped fast and furious.

He angled his hips, tilted hers, and slammed his cock against her sensitive spot inside. She threw her head back. “Yes! Yes!”

“Now!” He rammed himself hard and deep, his body taut.

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.