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

turning it, pushing it in, pulling it almost out until she moaned and wiggled her hips. It was hard to focus on what was going on below when he was making her body sing. His hands trailed over her belly, leaving a path of heat and need. She sucked in her breath, waited for him to snake his finger into her pubic hair and find her clit.
    But instead of a bare finger, the tiny vibrator hummed to life. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
    “Payback is a bitch, sweet. Punishments come in many forms. No noise. Not a sound.”
    God, if this was his idea of punishment, she’d have to make sure she did a lot of disobeying. Feeling herself ready to crest, she drew in a deep breath, then cried out when he shut off the vibrator, sending her crashing back to earth.
    She moaned and understood. Pleasure and denial made for a very effective punishment. “Not fair,” she grumbled the groaned when the toy on her clit came alive. Three times, she protested aloud and each time he revved her to the point of orgasm, then stopped. Caitie thought she just might go mad in a very delicious manner.
    “Don’t think I don’t know what you are up to, little sub. Denial makes for a very effective punishment, sometimes more so than a spanking.” He removed the vibrator, then the plug, and dropped them into the box.
    She bit back her protest. Damn the man.
    Below, bathed in light, Red and her Wolf were putting on quite a show, which got Caitie even hotter and more desperate for her candy from house number…nine? Ten? Eleven? God, she was losing count. The way Red was screaming, it was a sure bet the woman was enjoying her orgasm. Dammit, she wanted to come right along with Red Riding Hood.
    How could this be such a turn on? She’d never figured herself to be a voyeur but had to admit, she was hot and bothered and her Dom, her cursed prince, kept her right at the peak, ready to topple. The show continued, and after watching Red suck her Wolf’s cock, Caitie was desperate for her own release.
    “God, I want you, Damon. Sir. Don’t make me wait.” She turned, reached out, but he caught her and forced her to face forward.
    “Watch Red, my naughty sub. That is your fate tomorrow.”
    Red had her ass in the air, and her wolf was spanking her. Caitie cringed at each loud slap even as her gut clenched and her clit throbbed.
    “Hold onto the rail, Belle.”
    She grabbed it as he yanked her hips back so she was bent over. She bit her lower lip. Was he going to spank her right now? Right here? She wanted to protest but sucked in a breath when his palms circled her cheeks.
    Needing to feed the beast inside, Damon nudged her feet apart, his actions a little rougher than he’d been with her before. “As much as I want to turn your sweet ass as red as Little Red Riding Hood’s, I can wait. For that.” He slammed his cock inside her pussy, felt her moist heat seep into him, and couldn’t stop the groan from escaping. She pulsed and throbbed around him, her sheath as tight as his glove. She contracted her muscles.
    “Fuck.” God, it felt as though she were giving him a combination hand and blowjob. “So damn good, so sweet. Squeeze me harder, faster,” he ordered, needing her to push him as he pushed her.
    Moaning, she thrust back, taking him deeper. Over and over, hard and soft. Dom and sub, equal in their needs, each at the mercy of the other. He swore and groaned. She moaned and gasped.
    Sparing a glance at the show below, Damon gripped her hips, tipped her ass higher so he could watch his dick plunge in and out, faster, and faster.
    His beauty whimpered and cried out. He pumped his hips, taking her harder. He tingled from head to toe, and the base of his spine felt as though someone had applied the hot end of a plug with exposed wires.
    Down below, the wolf shouted, “Now! Now! Now!”
    “Come, Belle,” Damon urged. “Let’s show our staring couple we enjoyed their performance.” He gasped for air. “Scream, my lovely Belle. Scream for