A week passed, I'd told Red what had happened with Michael. It turned her on enormously to know one of my friends had been looking at her photo's and had loved them. She started suggesting all sorts of outlandish things we could do to tease him. They ranged from my leaving my phone on the desk with message previews enabled, to "accidentally" sending him a saucy text or photo she intended for me.
I told her that most of her idea's were a little too outlandish, that nobody would believe that she had sent him a naked pic by accident.
"It would work," she pouted. "I can be all apologetic, play the stupid girl. He'll believe it. He'll be too distracted by the pic I'll send. He'll be saving it in his phone even as he's told me he's deleted it."
"No Princess. You're not to do that," I looked down at her sternly. "Firstly, it's a clumsy approach. It might get him to sit up and take notice, but if you want to hold that attention you need to be more subtle. Secondly, I will not have you getting into the habit of sending pictures to other men. Certainly not unless I tell you to."
"No, we need to play the long game. Reel him in slowly if we are going to make this work. Leave this to me. You just be ready to play your part when the time comes."
"Yes Daddy, I'll be ready," she smiled mischievously. I was left in no doubt that she was imagining just what 'ready' meant right at that moment.
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It was a couple of days later when Michael and I were again sat in the break room that we got to chatting about plans for the weekend. Seemed that Beth was going to be away for the weekend, something to do with helping to make plans for her mother's birthday party. Whatever the reason it meant Michael was home alone all weekend and feeling at a bit of a loose end.
"Well why not come over to ours on Saturday night? There's a couple of other people coming over. We were planning to play a board game or something, but I promise it won't be too geeky or too competitive. A few beers, maybe some pizza and it'd get you out of the house. What do you reckon?"
"Who else is gonna be coming?" he asked.
"Oh, just Chris and Rob, nobody you know, oh and Red of course," I replied. Watching his body language, trying to gauge his reaction.
"Red likes to play games too? Well, if she thinks it'll be fun, then I guess it can't be too geeky eh?"
"Oh, Red is like a big kid sometimes, she loves to play games. All kinds," I replied. I was pretty sure I had him now but couldn't resist the little double entendre.
"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks for the invite, I'd love to come over. Do I need to bring anything?"
"Nah. Couple of beers if you like, but other than that nothing. Just come over about 7'ish. Not sure what we're playing yet, but I'll make sure it's nothing too heavy. Don't wanna melt your brain on the first outing."
"OK, great. 7 o'clock Saturday it is."
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That evening I sat Red down and told her that Michael would be joining us for board games on Saturday night. She clapped her hands delightedly.
"Are we going to tease him?"
"Do you think he'd like to fuck me?"
"You said he liked my pictures. Do you think he'll like me?"
"Does he think I'm pretty? Sexy?"
"Ssshhhh, slow down Princess. Everyone thinks you're pretty, and I think we both know you're sexy enough to get a corpse hard."
"Uggghh... I don't want any zombies Daddy. They're all icky and they smell," she wrinkled up her nose as if she could smell one now. "Now perhaps a sexy vampire, all dark and moody. Or maybe a werewolf..." she raised an eyebrow as she looked at me.
Most people assumed I called her Red because she usually dyed her hair various shades of red, from bright pillar box, brash and bold, to dusky and sensual magenta's. In actual fact it went back to one of our earliest exchanges. I was the big bad wolf, and she was my innocent little red riding hood. OK, she'd proven to be far from innocent, and I'd ended up being caring and nurturing rather than bad, but the pet names had stuck, and she did like me to growl and threaten to sink my teeth into her soft flesh. I think she was quite proud of the times she'd got me worked up enough to leave bite-marks.
"Well, I didn't really expect things to move this quickly munchkin, but the opportunity arose and I thought why the hell not. We'll have to play it slow; we'll have other company here. So no scandalising them by flaunting yourself. But if we handle things right, I'm sure we can make something happen. We just need to decide what we want, then figure out how to get it."
Red got up from her chair, and slid one leg across mine, straddling me.
"I want my Wolf," she said looking down into my eyes. "And this is how I get him," she added starting to grind her hips on my lap.
Recognising the signs, I realised we were pretty much going nowhere with this discussion right now. I started with a low rumbling growl, deep in the back of my throat. My hand slid up her back and sank into her soft wavy hair. Closing my fingers I grasped a handful of her hair, pulling her head back exposing her pale neck to my tender mercies. I started with kisses, light fluttering little kisses, barely grazing the skin. Slowly they got deeper firmer, my tongue licking the skin with each kiss, leaving a wet trail.
Her breath was getting shorter, and little moans were escaping her lips. Neck kisses melted her faster than just about anything. I'd lost count of the time I'd just stepped up behind her while she was doing something and watched her lose all focus as I kissed her.
Gripping her hair more tightly I held her head in place and instead of my lips, started grazing my teeth over the sensitive flesh. She started to whimper, sounding almost fearful, though I'm not sure if she was more scared whether I might bite her, or that I might perhaps not.
I closed my teeth on her neck, pressing without biting down hard.
"Unnnggh!" cried red. Not eloquent perhaps, but deeply heartfelt. It was all I could do not to sink my teeth more deeply into her neck at this point. It was however a 'school night' and she had to go to work the next morning. I tried to avoid sending her in with a teenagers complement of love bites whenever possible. There had been a couple of lapses however. One where she'd been absolutely mortified when a patient had noticed them, and another where she had been given a very knowing grin by one of the cute junior nurses. Hmmm... must remember to follow that one up sometime.
Red was positively melting now, her hands were pawing at my belt, trying ineffectually to get it undone. Taking pity on her I laid her back on the sofa and undid the belt myself and dropped my jeans and boxers to the floor. Pulling the belt from my jeans I looped the end around her wrists and pulled it tight, holding them together, and providing me with a tether I could use to move her where I wanted her.
Wrapping the free end of the belt around my fist, I pulled her hands up above her head, stretching her out on the sofa. My free hand sliding up her leg and under her skirt.
