Chapter 58: The Culmination of a Chase

Friday, December 6, 1985 (continued)

Darla got to the door before me, but fumbled the key the first time, then dropped it the second. The third time worked, and the door lock clicked open just as my hand closed on her ponytail. She gasped as she tried to move and found her head wasn’t going anywhere.

I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “My, my! What have we here? A little tomboy who thinks she can tease big bad wolves with her lovely curves and gorgeous ass. I think she needs to be taught a lesson about wolves, little girls, and what little girls are for when wolves are about.”

She shuddered and groaned, pressing back against my chest.

“Fuck!” she hissed out again.

I marched her into the room and closed the door, then kicked my shoes off. She struggled, but I wasn’t letting go of her ponytail.

“You ... you aren’t ... going to ... really?” she squeaked out.

I ran a finger over her cheek using my free hand.

“This is a lovely shade, Little Red. It suits your name. Your ass will look delectable when it matches.”

“Oh ... my ... God!” she said. “I ... I...”

“Let’s get you ready,” I said.

It took about ten minutes for me to take her from fully clothed to wearing only her panties. She had worn a red satin bra and matching panties that perfectly suited our game and were clearly meant to be seen. And taken off of her. Much fancier than previous dates, but that fit, too.

She struggled about as hard as she could without actually risking hurting me. She could have gotten away at least twice, but each time the opportunity passed her by. At least once, it seemed nearly certain it was deliberate.

“Oh ... God...” she said. “I ... oh ... please!”

Her red satin panties had a highly noticeable wet spot, and I could smell her fragrance, so I wasn’t worried about that being a plea for me to stop. Still, the Wolf needed to set the ground rules, and he would.

I sat on the bed, brought her over my lap, maneuvered her arms until I could hold both wrists in a hand, then caressed her ass.

“Please ... I ... fuck! I...”

“We need to come to an understanding, Little Red,” I said, squeezing her ass.

“What ... sort of ... understanding?” she said, wriggling and panting. She was trying to get her arms free, but it wasn’t exactly a serious effort.

“Wolves like me? We value ... understanding,” I said, squeezing again. “We know little girls like you might want to say ‘please’ and ‘stop’ and ‘no’ and all sorts of things.”

“I ... we ... um ... might,” she said.

Squeezing a few times for emphasis, I said, “So ... we’ll make a plan, Little Red. You can say anything you like and the Wolf will hear it as ‘Oh, my, this is intense, but I like it.’”

She shivered all over.

“However ... little red riding hoods care greatly about their grandmothers. It’s a well-known thing. So, if you need help, call for Grandma. If you do, I will stop — entirely, completely — whatever I might be doing and we will figure out what help you need from Grandma. That could be scratching your nose or a drink of water or a chance to run to the bathroom. Or it could be taking you home. Or anything in between.”

“Oh! Oh ... oh, I get it! I ... I like it!” she said.

“Also ... sometimes you might not want to stop, Little Red. You might even really want to keep going, even if it was close to being too much. If you call for your basket, Little Red, the Wolf will try to slow down a little and let you catch up. He will hear that as you saying it’s good, it’s just ... close to too much.”

“I like that, too!” she said, wiggling her ass rather pointedly. “This is ... ooh. I’m so ... I mean ... it’s...”

“Now ... you did lose.”

“I ... wait!”

I smacked her ass twice quickly. They were careful smacks, from recent practice. Hand cupped just a bit to catch some air. They sounded louder than they otherwise would while stinging and reddening her a bit less. The goal was to sound impressive and play with her mind. Her ass hurting while lying down would be a bad thing, and I needed to avoid that. But the plan I had needed her to feel helpless and controlled. This should do it.

I was nearly certain her plan needed her to feel that way, too, after all. That was why my plan needed it. No mistake about it: I was going to love this, for myself. But it was also for Darla.

“Oww!” she said, squirming. “Oh, please!”

Twice more, and she sniffled and said, “Fuck! That ... that stings!”

“And you still have these cushioning you,” I said, snapping the waistband of her panties. “Imagine when I take them from you.”

“Y ... you ... they ... I’d ... I’m...” she said.

I popped three times — wouldn’t do to let her think it was always going to be two — and then quickly tugged her panties down. Not all of the way, but her ass was fully bare.

“Oh, God!” she said, groaning and squirming.

“Not red enough,” I said. “Wolf does not approve.”

“Please!” she said.

“Good girl. Ask for it.”

“I ... I didn’t...”

Three more smacks left her panting, gasping, and squirming.

“Oh, oh I, I ... please. It hurts! Please!”

“Good girl, asking for it to hurt more.”

“I ... wait! I...”

Two more, and then I slowly caressed her ass.

“Fuckkkkkk!” she groaned, pressing her ass up to my hand. Firmly. Grinding against it, in fact.

Her ass wasn’t even all that red. A little, but nothing to be concerned about.

I squeezed it firmly and said, “Who does this belong to?”

She squeaked, shuddered, and said, haltingly, “T ... the ... the Wolf.”

“What can he do with it?”

“A ... any ... anything ... anything he wants. Please! I ... please?”

While scooting her panties the rest of the way off, I gently guided her up and around until her ass was in my lap and she was turned a bit sideways, head against my shoulder, looking up, with my arms around her, holding her. She couldn’t get away, but she had the use of her arms again.

She looked up, red-faced, with a few (only a few) tear tracks on her cheeks, panting, then gulped when I just held her gaze.

“Fuck! I ... Steve ... that was...”

“Tell me, good girl.”

She shuddered.

“It ... it was ... so intense! I felt ... oh, my! Like every fear of a tomboy who plays with boys came together. Them turning on me, forcing me, taking over. Except ... well. In the best sort of way. In the way I would write it if I was telling them what to do. Except, if I told them what to do, it wouldn’t surprise me. I just had to surrender and take it, which is all I wanted to do. Fuck! How did you...”

She paused, hugged me, then said, “How did you know? ‘Cuz ... if I was you, I would have been terrified of how things would go.”

“All of the dating, all of the talking. Seeing who you are. You have places ... emotional places, places in here...”

I tapped her chest over her heart.

“That you want to go. But you can’t get there without some fear and some nerves. You need a Wolf. You might always need one, or not. Right now...”

I hugged her a little tighter, then continued, saying, “I’m not saying you would never have gotten there, because you would have. But it feels to me like this Darla, right now, needed this. And ... more than this.”

She shivered at the last, blushing again, but nodded. Quickly, and emphatically, too, leaving no doubt she agreed.

“Now ... you’ve got me, and...”

Her gaze flicked down, then over to me, then down again. Her face filled with color, again. It might have been the reddest yet, and it was accompanied by a full-body shudder and a whimpering sigh.

“You just realized you’re totally naked and I’m still fully dressed?” I said gently.

“Y ... yes. Oh... fuck! Again! I don’t know why that makes me feel so...”

“Because ... it fits the way we’re playing. It’s not just ‘playing,’ of course, but ... it also is.”

She nodded, but clearly didn’t really see it. Not that I expected her to, not from that.

“You are the good little girl. The tamed tomboy. Caught, the Wolf in charge. What might a wolf do with a good little girl who’s his? Perhaps ... keep her naked, ready for him, her place in the world clear to her every time she looks down at herself or feels a breeze on her bare skin?”

“Oh ... oh my God! Part of me just...”

She paused, took a deep breath, and said, “Part of me hates that so much! Like ... just ... flaming rage! I’m ... it’s...”

“I don’t...” I said, but she stopped me.

“I know you don’t,” she said. “If I thought for one second that you believed that, I’d ... well, you would be in serious danger, Mister Wolf. At least of some really bad pain!”

I chuckled a bit and squeezed her.

“But that’s what you mean by playing. We’re ... our full selves, but also playing these roles. Private ones. Ones where we break the rules and make new ones. Ones where wolves keeping girls naked and helpless and ... and using them! ... is ... fine. Natural. What ... good little girls are for.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“And ... not gonna lie ... I think it makes it better for me that part of me hates it so much. It just grabs me and makes me feel more little and helpless. Here’s this thing that makes me so mad — part of me, I mean — and I can’t help loving how it feels.”

“That was always the goal, Little Red. The game is fun. I love it. I’m glad you love it. But it’s always really about Darla.”

She nodded quickly.

“This ... this is so good! I’m ... it’s really good that we talked this out. I think ... if we hadn’t ... I mean ... fuck! Mom’s romance novels! Swept away, defenses blown aside ... that’s me. Everything would have been great, I think. This might make it amazingly great.”

“I’m very glad. It felt right.”

“So...” she said, taking a deep breath. “What next, Mister Wolf? Now that you’ve taken your cruel revenge on my poor ass?”

“Little tomboys should want to take good care of their wolves. Do you want to take good care of me, little girl? Be a good girl for me?”

She groaned, nodding quickly.

“Oh ... oh! Oh, I do. I do! I...”

Her eyes widened, as if confirming that all of her felt this way.

“Fuck, I ... I really do!”

I helped her to her feet, stood, then gave her ponytail a firm tug down.

“Belt and pants, then underwear, then ... I think a good little girl will know what to do.”

She groaned, blushing, but dropped quickly to her knees. It took her little time to have my cock out, and she didn’t hesitate a second before sucking it into her mouth and licking all over it.

“Good little girl,” I said.

She whimpered, licking and sucking, fingers moving to caress the parts of my shaft that weren’t in her mouth.

“Do you want me to tell you how you can show me what a very good girl you are?”

She moaned, nodding (careful of her teeth, I was happy to note) and making an emphatic “Mm-hmm!” noise.

“You’re going to do what you’re doing until I cum in your mouth. When I do, you’re going to catch all of it, wait for me to be done, and show me your prize before swallowing.”

“Mmmph!” she said, sounding enthusiastic.

“And, while you’re doing all of that, one of your hands is going to slip between your legs and make sure you’re totally ready for what happens afterward.”

“Nnngh!” she said, redder, but her right hand flew between her legs and started rubbing, almost frantically.

“Very good girl,” I said.

“Nnnngh! Fccck!”

I kept hold of her ponytail, sometimes reminding her with a little tug, but my other hand started gently petting the front of her hair. The first time I did that, her eyes flew up to mine and she looked ... well, ‘blissful’ was the best word I could find.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” I said. “Let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

She shuddered very hard, then froze up, going over the edge. It took her a bit to come down. When she did, she shuddered again and groaned, but kept full eye contact as her mouth bobbed, lips pressing and tongue wiggling against me, and as her hand stayed very busy between her legs.

“Such a good little tomboy! You will make an excellent pet for the Wolf.”

Surprising both of us, she froze up again, groaning louder, then shook all over. She wasn’t completely aware of her teeth, but it was fine. When she recovered, she turned a bright red but redoubled her efforts.

It worked, too. I felt the usual stirring and said, “Be ready, little girl.”

She moaned, sucking me for all she was worth, and I erupted into her mouth. She made a slight gagging sound on the first spurt, but had herself back together immediately, lips staying closed, mouth sucking, encouraging me to fill her mouth.

When I’d finished, I moved her head back with her ponytail. She moaned deeply, blinked, then opened her mouth, showing off the white in it.

“Such a good girl. You can have your prize.”

She nearly glowed at that, winked, then swallowed. After she did, she opened her mouth again, showing me everything was gone.

“There might be a little more, if you search for it.”

Immediately, her mouth was back on my cock, licking all over and sucking a bit at the tip, being very thorough about cleaning up anything that might be there.

“Sweet little girl. You know this is what bratty little tomboys are really for, isn’t it?”

For the third time, she froze up and shuddered, whimpering and shaking, eyes shut tightly.

I waited for her to get at least partly back together, then tugged her up, pulling her into my arms and kissing her deeply. Her eyes flew open, and she pushed at me a couple of times before groaning and just kissing me back.