Beauty Submits To Her Beast by Sydney St. Claire Page A

orgasm. She whimpered when he removed his finger. Spasms still rocked her insides and each time she contracted her muscles, the butt plug set off a new wave of explosions.
    “That was a taste of what’s coming, sweet Belle,” he whispered in her ear. He jerked his hips, letting her feel his magnificent cock stroking between her parted legs.
    Damon rose to his feet behind her and held out his hand to help Caitie up. He yanked off his penis glove, and her heart jumped to her throat. He was thick, the veins pulsing and twining around his cock like vines. His mushroomed head had deepened to a rich red-purple, a color in the past reserved for royalty.
    And hot damn, this man was her prince.
    “Oh, Sir, you look as though you need emergency attention to ease your swelling.” She licked her top lip and wanted to fall on him like fleas on a dog. Her mouth watered at the thought of sliding her lips down his cock and swallowing him.
    He fisted his hand around his shaft and stroked slow. “I’m afraid my poor cock wouldn’t last if you did what you’re thinking of doing.” He slipped a foil packet out of a small pocket on his hip and handed it to her. He held her gaze. “No skin to skin. Or mouth. Condom only.”
    “Or?” God, it would be worth a spanking to touch him and do whatever she wanted.
    “Or you might just end the fun. No candy for naughty subs.”
    No more candy? That was unacceptable and therefore not worth the risk. She removed the condom and positioned it right over his weeping slit. His hiss of air made her smile as she used fingers from both hands to unroll the latex over the soft head, taking her time. Her touch firmed when she started down his hard length.
    He felt so damn good. She needed so much more so she fisted her hand around him, making sure not to touch him. A thrill of lust zipped deep into her center. His girth was so wide, she couldn’t touch her thumb to her fingertips. Slowly, she eased the latex tube down his shaft.
    Damon sucked in his breath. “Belle.” His voice was low with warning.
    Caitie grinned. “No skin to skin.” He hadn’t said she couldn’t use her whole hand to apply the condom. As soon as the latex covered him from tip to hilt, she stepped back to stop herself from sliding her fingers down and over his sac.
    Another shrill scream, this one much closer, had her whipping around. Gripping the rail, she searched below and spotted a woman running out of the forest. Her blouse was pulled down over one breast and her skirt rode up her ass. Good grief. What was it with exposed boobs? She shook her head. The woman shrieked, shouted that a wolf was after her.
    “Oh, my god. Are there wild animals in the woods?” Caitie leaned over the rail to call out a warning. She wished she had her rifle to scare off the animal.
    Damon covered her mouth. “Shh. Not a word. No talking from this point on.”
    Suddenly, as though God’s hand had flipped a switch, soft lights winked on. The branches and leaves in the trees surrounding the stage twinkled. Her eyes went wide with delight. There were thousands of them, some small, some larger rounded globes, enough to light up the entire clearing.
    From the tallest tree at the far end, a large yellowish-white lamp glowed, a moon nestled among the stars. The woman below ran into the pool of simulated star and moonlight.
    “Help! The wolf is after me! Help me! Someone help me!”
    The sudden snap of a whip startled Caitie, drawing her attention to the man striding onto the stage. “Oh, good heavens,” she whispered. “It’s Red Riding Hood and her big, bad wolf.” And damn, the guy was seriously built. She too might scream if a hunk was chasing her with his cock leading the way. She licked her lips. Scream with giddy anticipation, that is.
    She watched Red kneel and submit to her Dom. “This is our show?”
    “It is.” Damon closed one hand over breast, his fingers playing with her nipple. The other manipulated the butt plug, twisting and