Red & Her Big Bad Dom by Sydney St. Claire Page A

controlled her. Not yet. Not yet. She let out a low, keening cry that made his hips buck and grind harder, faster. His breath fanned her face, his eyes held hers captive.
    “Beg!” His voice was a hoarse cry. Cum churned in his balls. Fuck, he was close.
    “Please, Sir. I want to come—”
    “Thank god.” Before she finished, Graham pumped, hard and furious. The vibrations from the butt plug wound through the clenching and pulsing walls of her pussy. Her swollen inner walls gripped him like hundreds of tiny vibrators crawling over his cock. He pulled out, plunged back in. His lower spine tingled, and his body went taut. “Yes,” he shouted. “Now! Now! Now!”
    He waited for her back to arch, for her scream, and when she tightened around him, milking him, he gave one last thrust, and cum shot through his shaft like a bullet fired from a pistol.
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    Lucy sighed when as her wolf stirred. He rolled them to their sides and gathered her close. “That was so good.” She nuzzled his throat, her pussy still throbbing.
    “Good? Hell, you nearly did me in, Red.”
    “Me?” she tipped her head back and stared at him with wide-eyed innocence.
    He smacked her lightly on her sore ass. “You know how to play the game, Luc.”
    He kissed her, his tongue diving into her mouth to tango with hers as expertly as he led her on the dance floor. It always amazed her that no matter how many times they fucked, she always wanted more. There was something between them, something more than physical lust.
    And whatever it was, whatever name she wanted to put to it, it crawled through her belly and settled between her legs. One hand cupped her neglected breasts, the fingers stroking and circling her areolas, pinching her nipples, until she arched her back and moaned.
    She clenched her buttocks around the plug and desire shot up another notch. As though he, too, remembered the toy inside her, he put his hand on the flange and twisted. He thrust his thigh between her legs and nudging upward.
    “Oh god,” she moaned as she rode his thigh.
    “I’m recalling the fantasy I told you about on the dance floor, the one with your hands tied to the bedpost, pet.”
    Lucy gulped, her eyes wide. “With me in my heels.”
    “What else?” His eyes were watchful.
    “Your cock fucking my ass.” Oh good god, had she really told him he could do that?
    He pulled the plug almost out, then plunged it back in. “Yes, fucking you. Like this.” He demonstrated with the butt plug again. Each stroke of the plug sent hot tingles into her clit and pussy as though the nerves were connected. “Do you want to change your mind?”
    He wouldn’t hold it against her if she said yes, nor would he push her to the point where she’d use the safeword. Not in this. Not tonight. He might be disappointed but not in her or at her. He’d give her whatever time she needed.
    She drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. He’d given her so much. She wanted to give him this. She shook her head. “No. I want this for you.”
    He leaned down and kissed her. “For you too, my love.”
    She wrinkled her nose. “I wish you’d done it while I was so turned on.” Now she’d think and worry about it. Earlier, with her body needy and wanting, he could have done anything. She’d been too on fire to think or to care how he satisfied her.
    He chuckled. “Better this way. You’ll remember it always.”
    “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she muttered as he helped her up and out of bed.
    Graham tied Lucy’s hands to the bedpost with the sash from her dress. He rubbed her ass, leaned in, and kissed her, then headed into the bathroom. Quickly getting rid of the condom, he cleaned himself, rolled on a new one, and grabbed back a cool washcloth for her.
    “I don’t know why you bother,” she said as he cleaned the stickiness from her body. “I’m going to get messy again real quick—”
    Her voice hitched when he glided the soft material up through her swollen folds,