Wealthy computer genius Graham Winters is in love with a woman who won’t join him for a stingy cup of coffee. How can he prove he’s nothing like her jerk of an ex if she won’t give him a chance? Then he spots her at a BDSM club and devises a plan. During the day, he’s “that damn geek.” At night, he’s the masked Dom known as The Wolf.
When it comes to her love life, Lucy Sanchez has one rule—no geeks. Not even rich, good looking geeks. She’s attracted to Graham but rules are rules. Besides, she has her wolf, the mysterious Dom who makes her blood sing. Then she’s invited to a fairytale event at Pleasure Manor and this Little Red Riding Hood plans to enjoy every delicious moment with her big, bad Dom.
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“Red Riding Hood. Your wolf awaits.”
Lucy stepped forward as did her wolf. He pointed to the ground. Lucy knelt, assuming a submissive posture. Her Dom circled her several times, then stopped in front of her, so close his gloved cock brushed her forehead. It was tempting to lift her head, to stick out her tongue and touch him through the black fabric, but she didn’t.
He snapped his fingers. “Follow me. The woods await.”
His deep, husky voice with just a hint of an accent vibrated through her, warming her belly and heating her core. It amazed her that his voice alone made her throb. She stood, keeping her head bent, her gaze to the ground. When he whipped around to lead the way, she almost stumbled. Not only was his crotch cut out, but so was the seat of his pants.
She stared at the G-string tucked into the crease of his ass. The black set off his nicely tanned buttocks and was more temptation than she could resist. As soon as they exited through a side door into the garden, she cupped his cheeks, finding the flesh warm and firm. The man most definitely worked out.
He stopped suddenly, eyes narrowed to slits behind his mask. “Did I give you permission to touch?”
Head bowed meekly, Lucy licked her lips. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t resist. Guess you’ll have to punish me. Sir.”
“Ah, my lovely little sub wants to be punished?”
Lucy shivered, and the wetness between her legs dripped down the inside of her thighs. “Oh, yes, Sir. I need to be punished.”
Her Dom swept in, picked her up, and slung her over his very broad shoulders. Lucy grinned. When the flat of his hand came down hard on her bare ass, not once, not twice, but three times in rapid succession, she sighed. The sharp smacks sent heat right into the heart of her clit. Her sigh gave way to a squeal when his finger slid into her.
“You’re hot and wet, Red.”
“Yes, Sir—” She squealed and swallowed her gasps of pleasure as he stroked his finger in and out. God, she wanted this man with an intensity that often scared her.
The Wolf carried her through the garden and headed along a path leading away from the mansion. “You are mine. Mine to play with, to do whatever I want.”
“Oh, yes, Sir. Play with me. I’m yours. Only yours.” She groaned, her hands still on his ass, her fingers digging in as he eased his finger up through her wet folds. She bit her lip to keep from crying out when he found aching center. A soft whimper escaped.
He stopped. “I don’t hear you.” He pinched her clit.
The light sensation of pain sent need rocketing through her. Lucy screamed, then whimpered when he pulled his hand away.
“Let the games begin,” he whispered, his palm caressing her stinging ass.