Red Riding

Saturday.

Sometimes I wish I were afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. But I'm not. And that's how I find myself getting up on Saturday morning, a basket on my arm crammed with food and walking through the forest to my grandmother's house.

My grandmother's house was left to me. A little cottage in the woods with a red shingled roof, a rocking chair on the porch. I don't bother to knock, that would give up the game. Instead, I walk straight in. The door shuts with a soft click.

Just before I climb the carpeted stairs that lead to the bedroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. A figure in a red cloak, dark eyes. Nothing to see, move along. And so I do. I make my way up the stairs, panting slightly in anticipation, and see that the door is ajar. I push it open.

There is a man lying in the four poster bed. It's a huge bed. But it doesn't look too big with him in it. It looks just the right size.

I lick my lips.

The blankets are pulled all the way to his chin. He wears a frilly nightcap on his head.

"Hello Grandmother," I say, setting my basket of goodies on the dresser and kicking the door shut. I lock it for good measure.

He doesn't say a word but his grey eyes laugh at me.

"I heard you were feeling under the weather." I say as I walk towards the bed, unclasping my cloak and letting it fall to the floor in a red puddle. I'm only wearing a sheer white bra and thin lace panties. The look in his eyes sends my pulse racing.

"Did you walk here in that?" He asks. His tone is incredulous. But oh, his voice is rough and it gets me a little wet.

"Yes, do you like it?" I stand beside the bed.

"Nice girls don't wear things like that."

"Will I be punished?" I ask.

"Only if you're very naughty," he says, all sugar and sweetness. "Now come closer, dear child."

I lean over so that he gets an eyeful, and pluck the cap from his head without losing eye contact. He touches the ends of my hair lightly and winds a lock around his finger.

"I missed you," he says looking up at me. I freeze. There's enough sincerity in his tone that it doesn't sound like a game, at least not this game that we are playing.

"H-how about a kiss." I say as lightly as I can, to bring our brains back to earthier things. He gives me a smile and slides his hand along my cheek. It's a large, warm hand. I try to contain my shiver.

"Come closer, sweetheart."

I sit on the edge of the bed and close my eyes as he rubs his face into the crook of my neck, the hollow of my throat. His hands cradle my head. Then he kisses my cheek. Very politely. Once. I wait for more but there's nothing.

When I open my eyes he is grinning.

"Haha very funny," I say.

"You asked for a kiss."

"I didn't mean that kind of kiss!"

"Then what kind?"

"I want a kiss on my mouth." I say, tapping my lips. "Right here."

"Like this?" He asks, and he swoops in and pecks me very lightly on the lips. I am so startled I can only look at him.

"No, not like that," he says thoughtfully. "Maybe like this." And he gives me another peck and then he's kissing my nose, my chin, my eyes, the corners of my lips until a giggle escapes.

The sound shocks the both of us. The smile I had on my face fades, and his eyes soften. He brushes my lips with his, testing their softness.

"What big eyes, you have," I murmur.

"All the better to see you with," he says, and he says it with enough affection, that gah, I get a little tongue-tied. But not for long, because he sips at my lips and then gives me slow, drugging kisses. His tongue is in my mouth sliding against mine. His hands run up and down my waist. It's so hot I think I'm drooling a little.

We break apart long enough to reposition ourselves. At this point I'm straddling him, with only a thin sheet between us. I know he's naked because of the game and the sheet is starting to tent when I get to my knees.

"Um," I say, to get on with the game, even though what I really want is to be fucked. "What big ears you have."

I push his hair behind his ears and he huffs a laugh.

"All the better to hear you with." Then he licks a nipple and sucks on it through the lace of my bra, and pinches the other. It sends little jolts of pleasure to my pussy. I make a sound. A small whimper but he hears it.

He pauses long enough to say, "Scream for me, baby." And then he goes back to sucking my nipples and biting my breasts. I run my hands over his broad shoulders, his trim waist, his neck, his arms, his everywhere, and I'm moaning, whimpering. The sheet is bunched up around his waist. My pussy is dripping. I just want his cock.

I don't realise I've said that aloud until he stops and looks up at me. "Say that again?"

"Say what?" My face is red. The point of the game is so that we don't have to talk.

His eyes take on a dangerous glint. "Rowena," he says. He unhooks my bra and my breasts bounce free. He smooths his hands over them, taking the sting out of the places he bit.

"Martius," I say, in a snooty tone.

"Repeat what you said."

"Or what?" I'm being a brat. I'm being a brat.

"Naughty girls get punished." He says. His chiseled face is like granite. "Now, bend over."

I'm too eager to comply. I'm on my hands and knees, my ass waving in his face. I look behind me, and he's looking right back at me with that hard, no compromise look.

If he parted my ass cheeks, he would see -

But then he pushes my panties off my butt and down my legs. And holds it up to the light. He clicks his tongue.

"Rowena," he says in a prim voice. "You've gone and messed your panties. Look at how creamy they are. You've ruined them."

His words send a thick wave of arousal dripping from my pussy. I think it might slide down my thighs. I'm so embarrassed at how turned on I am.

"I'm sorry," I say, getting the words out. "I can take the punishment."

He kneads my ass cheeks a little. "The safe word is fire." He says. I suck in a breath as he smacks my ass. The first smack stings, but mainly from the indignity. But the others get harder and harder, the slaps reverberating through my core, making my boobs and ass jiggle. I can feel the heat spreading through the flesh on my butt. I yelp. My clit is swollen, tingling. I could come like this, I think. I can't do anything but take it and wait for his thick cock.

"What's that you said?" His tone is deceptively neutral, his large hand still paddling my butt with regular smacks. I'm silent. "Rowena," he growls.

"I said I want your cock." I blurt. There are tears in my eyes from the bite of pain and pleasure, I want him to continue. I'm right on the edge, but he stops and runs his hands over the reddened flesh instead.

"You really are a brat," he says. "On all fours, on the floor, go."

I scramble to obey. He lifts the sheet and stands in front of me and my mouth waters. His cock is gorgeous. It's so red and thick and massive, curved and bobbing right before my face. The tip of it is smooth and slick, leaking viscous pre-cum from the slit. I want to press my tongue to it and taste him. I tell him so and he takes a moment and presses his hands to his eyes.

"You're gonna make me swoon, baby." He says.

I laugh up at him but just as I think I ought to reach out, he kneels and takes my face in his hands and brushes the tears from my eyes with his thumbs.

His gentleness takes me aback. It sends a surge of emotion to my chest that I don't want to think too deeply about. Then he straightens and strokes my hair. "Take it, love."

He presses the tip of his cock to my lips and I part for him, my tongue licking, swirling, tasting the musky, seasalt taste of him. He groans this deep, sexy groan that I want to bottle up and keep with me for rainy days. He's so hot and solid and thick in my mouth and on my lips. The feeling of him alone sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. I'm a lucky girl. I get to suck him.

"Ro-we-na," he moans as I suck him deeper, harder. My tongue flickers on the underside just as he likes it. His hips are shuddering, beginning to piston. His grey eyes are beautiful, wild, a little frantic. "I-I'm going to - oh gods -"

I want him to come in my mouth. So I release his cock from my mouth with a pop. He looks torn between disappointment and relief, but just as I open my mouth to tell him, he caresses my face. It sends a shiver down my spine.

"Kiss me, Ro," he says, scooping me into his arms. So I do. I kiss him with everything I have. Lips, tongue, teeth, all the unsaid words branding my mouth. We're tangled together, sharing breaths, the taste of him still on my lips.

"I want to come around your cock," I say instead.

He lowers me onto the bed, slides his hands into mine and clasps our fingers together. I'm stretched out beneath him, then he runs two fingers between my thighs and grunts when they come away slippery.

"You're going to kill me," he says and takes his big cock and slides it down to the entrance of my pussy, just barely pushing it in, and up to my clit and down and up again. I moan, too turned on for words. "You're sopping wet."

I make a sound of distress when he pushes the weeping head of his engorged cock against my sensitive clit, notching it beneath my mons. He holds it there. I'm squirming, feeling his cock dribbling onto me. "Please Mars," I whine. "Pleasee."

"Please what, Rowena." He put on his stern voice again and I'm dying of desire. "Use your words."

"Please please put your cock into my pussy. I need you."

His eyes darken and he pushes my thighs apart so that I'm spread even further for him. Then he slides it all the way in and then out.

"Mars, oh my gods, Mars, Mars," I chant as he pushes into me, I'm so wet there's barely any resistance, it's only he's so thick, I can't help twitching around his length. My voice stretches into a high whine as he slides in and out in a steady rhythm, pushing but never withdrawing all the way out. With every movement his cock slides and slips against the underside of my clit and I'm seeing stars. I'm babbling. "Maarss, you feel so goood."

"That's it, Rowena, love, that's it. You take me so good." I look into his eyes and I think it's the emotion there that finally tips me over the edge. It's a fondness, a respect, an affection - he rubs quick little circles on my clit and then I'm shuddering, falling apart, coming all over his big, hard cock that's still moving, squeezing him so hard I think it might leave an imprint on my womb.

Just when I think it's over, he comes in me, hot, wet spurts of cum. I think my eyes roll back in pleasure but it's the sound he makes, a filthy, long, drawn out groan that makes me shudder and clench all around him in fresh aftershocks. I bury my face in his shoulder. I'm a goner.