3. Cali
CALI
I t feels like my heart is beating a million miles a second.
This devilish-looking wolf is doing things to me.
Who knew a man in a mask could be so…hot?
What does it say about me that it’s turning me on?
Aren’t masks supposed to scare people? I suppose that’s part of the allure of the Big Bad Wolf.
He’s scary. Big. Imposing. Bold. He radiates dominance like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And he just locked us in this room so no one can come in if I scream for help.
“What am I supposed to call you?” I ask breathlessly.
A corner of his mouth tips up, and gosh, even though I can’t see his entire face, I don’t think he could possibly get any hotter than he is right now.
He steps toward me and rubs his thumb over my lips, surely smearing my lipstick. When he applies slight pressure to my mouth, I open it.
“Suck,” he whispers.
I internally moan as I close my lips around his finger and suck, wanting to do whatever I can to please this man.
Our eyes stay locked on each other while I continue to lick the rough pad of his thumb.
“Good girl,” he croons, and I swear, I might have just come a little.
With a small pop, he pulls his hand away and smirks at the red ring I left on his skin from my lipstick.
“Well, Little Red, you can call me Wolf if you’d like, but since I’m positive you’re a submissive Little girl and I’m a Daddy, I’d prefer you call me Daddy. I think you’d prefer that as well. Am I right?”
My nipples pebble and my panties are officially ruined. I hate how easily he seems to read me. Slowly, I nod.
“Use your words, Red. When I ask a question, I expect a verbal answer unless otherwise discussed,” he says so sternly that my spine straightens.
“Y-yes. Yes. I’d prefer to call you Daddy.”
He studies me for so long, I start fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.
“What’s your safeword, Little girl?”
I blink several times as I try to focus on his words instead of the way my body is reacting to him.
“Cheetos.”
The corners of his mouth twitch, and I can’t stop the small giggle that escapes me. When he raises an eyebrow, I cover my mouth and force myself to get it together.
Slowly, he starts circling me. “Okay, Little Red. Cheetos it is. What are your hard limits?”
I spin, trying to track him as he moves around me. “No blood, permanent marks, or face slapping.”
He runs a hand over his jaw, and it makes me want to touch him there, to feel the roughness of his end-of-day beard growth. I can’t help but think about how it would feel between my thighs. “Got it. I’m not into any of that. Anything else? Anything I should know about?”
I shake my head and then remember I’m supposed to verbally answer. “No.”
“No, Daddy, is the correct answer, Little one. As of now, unless you say your safeword and end this scene, I’m Daddy. Are we clear?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I say barely above a whisper.
“Good girl.” He stops in front of me, and in one swift move, he pulls the bow of my cape loose, causing the material to flutter to the ground.
“You’re beautiful, Little Red. The most beautiful Little girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can hardly wait to fuck your sweet pussy. I’d bet my last dollar it tastes as good as you smell right now.”
Oh my God. I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself upright. My knees may buckle at any moment. His words. They’re so filthy yet so hot and full of promise. He promised me a night I’ll never forget, and I have no doubt he’s telling the honest truth.
“Strip,” he commands.
I tilt my head and furrow my eyebrows, feeling slightly bold for some reason. “Isn’t it your job to remove my clothes?”
In a flash, his hand is wrapped around my throat, and he’s standing so close to me that our mouths nearly touch as he glares at me.
“The only job you need to be worried about is obeying your Daddy. If your Daddy tells you to strip, you do it. Questioning me when I give you a command earns you punishments. I knew you were sassy before we even made it to this room, but I didn’t think I’d have to redden your ass this soon. I guess I was wrong.”
His fingers squeeze the sides of my neck as he walks me backward toward the couch.
“Do you know what happens to Little girls who have sassy mouths?”
I shake my head as much as his grip allows. “No.”
He smirks. “They get their bottoms spanked until they’re very sorry. Then, they get their mouths fucked.”
That threat should probably scare me. It should make me want to say my safeword and run from this devilish man. Instead, it makes my body hum with arousal that starts to seep through my panties and make my thighs feel sticky.
The Wolf spins me around and presses his hand between my shoulder blades. My hands land on the couch as I try to catch myself, causing my bottom to stick out. I have no doubt that my ruffled panties are fully exposed to him.
His breathing is rough, and I get the feeling he’s just as turned on as I am. When I turn my head to look back at him, the enormous bulge in his slacks confirms that thought.
“These panties are fucking adorable. Sweet and precious. They’re soaked, though, Little one,” he says as he runs his fingers over the fabric between my thighs.
I whimper and shift to squeeze my legs together, hoping it will hide the wetness he’s already discovered. A sharp smack to the back of my thigh catches me off guard.
“Ow!” I yelp as the stinging heat settles on my flesh.
“Spread your legs, Red.”
Before I can protest, he uses his foot to force my legs apart. He doesn’t stop until I’m spread so wide that I’m using the couch to help me keep my balance.
He runs his hand over my pussy again. “Why are your panties so wet, baby? Did you have an accident?”
Heat spreads over my cheeks at the question, and I whip my head around to look at him with wide eyes. “No! I didn’t have an accident.”
“Then why are your panties so wet? You’re practically dripping down your thighs, Red.”
If it were possible for me to combust into a ball of flames, I’m pretty sure I would.
Another sharp smack to my other thigh.
“Owwie!”
“I asked a question. I expect an answer. Why are they so wet?”
I pant and hang my head between my arms, not wanting him to see the embarrassment on my face. “Because…because I’m turned on.”
Smack! Smack!
He chuckles when I cry out. “I know you are, baby. I can smell your honey. Fuck, it’s killing me. But you still have to be punished first.”
Smack! Smack!
I dance and squirm on my tiptoes, whimpering and crying with each slap. When he stops, I think it might be over, and I let out a sigh of relief. My bottom is already on fire.
He steps behind me and taps the outside of my thighs until I bring my feet together. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugs. As he lowers them, I whimper when the cool air hits my swollen and wet pussy.
“Step out one foot at a time,” he instructs as he kneels behind me.
I obey, hoping he’s going to bury his face between my legs. When my panties are gone, he stands and moves back to my side. I twist my head to look back at him just as he brings my panties up to his nose and takes a deep whiff.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You smell like vanilla frosting and cherry pie.”
If I weren’t so shocked from watching him sniff my underwear, I’d giggle at his description of my scent. Vanilla frosting and cherry pie? Very specific.
He takes one last sniff before he tucks the frilly material into the pocket of his slacks and presses his hand to his crotch to adjust himself. He’s keeping my underwear? Huh. That’s… hot . Really hot. Way hotter than it should be.
When I realize he’s not going to bury his face in my pussy, I start to push myself up but am quickly stopped by his hand pressing me back down.
“I didn’t give you permission to move. We’re not done with your spanking, Red. Stay,” he says with a raised brow.
Crap. My bottom quivers at his threat.
The wolf moves to one of the old wooden cabinets and spends several seconds looking through the contents. From the angle I’m in, I can’t see what’s in there, but when he walks back toward me with a riding crop in hand, I suck in a breath.
“Daddy, I’m sorry,” I plead, keeping my eyes on the mean implement he’s holding.
He nods. “You will be. Spread your legs back to where they were. You’re getting ten with the crop. If you move your hands or feet, we’ll start over.”
I whimper but slowly obey, spreading my legs as wide as he had made them before.
Smack!
It takes about two seconds for the stinging pain to register, and when it does, I cry out as my fingers dig into the couch and my knees bend slightly.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“Ouchie! Fuck!” I shout.
“Three more. No cursing. You know that’s a rule in the club. Little girls don’t use such filthy words.”
“Nooo. I’m sorry. It slipped.”
The only response I get is the crop landing on my bottom four more times. It happens so fast that it isn’t until the third one that I scream out.
Tears burn my eyes as my knuckles turn white from gripping the couch so hard. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whimper.
Smack! Smack!
“I know, baby. Maybe next time when Daddy gives you a command, you’ll obey it without talking back.”
I bob my head. “Yes. I will, I promise.”
He rubs the leather tip over my burning bottom, and I sniffle as the first tear springs free.
“Three more, baby. Then I’m going to fuck that filthy mouth and watch those pretty tears roll down your cheeks.”
Even though my skin is on fire and I’m already regretting being sassy, my body reacts to his promise. My pussy clenches, and my breasts feel heavy as my nipples ache against the fabric of my dress.
Smack! Smack!
I howl as more tears spill over, my entire body trembles as I fight against the urge to reach back and shield my bottom.
“Last one, Little girl.”
Smack!
The last one is the hardest, and my knees nearly buckle as I scream into the cushion.
“Turn around and kneel,” he commands.
He tosses the crop on the ground as I obey, tears streaming down my face, while at the same time, my arousal streams down my legs.
I sniffle and hiccup while I watch him undo his clothing. Tattoos cover his entire upper body, only stopping at the base of his throat. When he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock from his underwear, I gasp. It’s huge and veiny.
“Open your mouth, Red.”