Hunting Red

I can't get her out of my mind. Every moment I have to myself, I feel this creeping sensation that wells up from deep within the recesses of my consciousness. Sometimes, it is accompanied by the slight heartache of jealousy. She held Tomas' attention just long enough for me to notice. I won't forget, nor will I forgive. However, I cannot blame either one of them. An open relationship is just that... open. Tomas is such a sexy, dominant older man who exudes confidence and control. I almost despise the spell he has on me.

And now... now she is on my radar. I want her almost as much as I want Tomas! My mind keeps replaying the image of her at the bar while she was chatting up Tomas. I remember the way her straight red hair fell to the middle of her back, drawing my eyes to her perfect full ass that filled her tight skirt. I remember the way she used her perfectly manicured fingers to comb through her hair to tease her availability to Tomas. I recall how she kept softly biting her full, bright red bottom lip; she looked so deliciously kissable. I can see her strong shoulders with well-defined muscles that prove she probably works out just as much as I do, possibly even more. And that skin! Supple skin with a milky white complexion that highlighted her red hair and conveyed her youthful exuberance.

I also recall how she submitted to me with shock and a little fear when I encountered her in the ladies' room at the club. I remembered the way she just stared at me when I gave her the sluttiest of smiles to torment her as we left the club for the night. I remember how her blue eyes burned into me. Damn her. I wanted her to remember me when I said my goodbye. Yet she is the one who left a lasting impression.

I caught Tomas sneaking into her Instagram a few times. I know he has been keeping up with her day-to-day life. I saw the chats. I know that he helps her navigate the trials of college. I know those chats get quite risque when I am not around. Reading them only makes me want her more. My jealousy simply turns into an almost obsessive need to have my lips upon her flesh as if somehow I can get her to submissively want my touch instead of his.

I will fuck her.

I will break her of Tomas' spell. I might just break Tomas at the same time. Or at least I will try.

How dare I think that way. Tomas is allowed to have other partners. Just as he allows me to have multiple partners. We could even share her if we wanted. I argue with the little voice in my head with the established parameters of my relationship with Tomas. The conflict consumes all the quiet times at work, even as the idea of having her leaves me damp in my office chair.

I decided to leave work early today. I arrived at Tomas' downtown condo and let myself in with the key he entrusted to me. I caught him. I am sure he was messaging her. I knew because he began to hide his conversations with her in his DMs. He had that deer-in-the-headlights look while quickly flipping his phone over to face the screen down on the couch. He shouldn't have anything to worry about; he has permission to fuck her whenever he wishes. I suspect he knows my state of mind. Somehow, seeing a dominant, confident man panic and try to hide his predator side was exciting and turned me on.

"You were chatting with her, weren't you?" I asked bluntly. He stared at me in response, studying my eyes to gauge the prudent response to elicit the least amount of drama. It does not matter; I won't trust his answer. Nor will his answer change a damn thing about what happens next.

"She was just having a rough day of class and is feeling the pressure of managing work and assignments. I was trying to console..." he stammered out the best response he could think of.

"And you were hoping to use that to fuck her? Naughty, dirty old man!" my scolding was balanced with the evil grin that broke my resolve. "I think you should invite her over."

"Really?"

"Absolutely! Invite that red-haired slut over tonight. Take her," I move in and straddle him on the couch, "or let me take her!" I finish my response in a low tone as I settle into his lap, my lips a hair's breadth away from his bewildered half-smile. My smile serves a purpose to soften my directness. "Let me fuck her while you watch," I whisper just millimeters from his lips. Tomas' eyes grow wide as I see the wheels of his imagination paint a picture of fantasy. All that bravado and masculine dominance immediately evaporated with a mere whispered suggestion. Well, that and the weight of my firm ass pressing upon his swelling lust.

I picked up his phone from the couch and unlocked it with his PIN. I did so while flexing my ass to massage his now pulsating cock. My skirt rode up my hips as I saddled him, the thin material of my panties and his grey cotton jersey sweatpants the only barrier between us. I could feel the warm pulses of blood rushing to fill his vitality. The phone screen came to life with an image of my prey right in my face. She was biting her lip, obviously nude, yet also conforming with their platform's terms of service. "Tough day at school, huh?" I think to myself. She is such a good little cock tease. I admit I like her style. I type in a hopeful response: This is Lindsay, Tomas' girl. We met at the same club you met Tomas. You remember me from the restroom. Come over tonight and fuck us. A bit direct. Simple. No ice breaker. I turn the phone to face Tomas. His eyes jumped first with shock, then with excitement.

"She's typing!" he declared with poorly contained excitement.

I flip the phone over, holding my breath with anticipation as I watch the animation indicating a forthcoming response. I slowly massage his excitement with my ass as we pass the seconds. Frustratingly, the animation starts and stops several times. I can almost feel her trying to decide what to say or how to say it. It feels like an eternity waiting for her response.

On my way. Three words. Three words made my face warm, and my heart jump into my throat. My vision shook with the heavy pulse of my heart. I took a second to ensure that I was not dreaming and that this was reality. Tomas' cock jumping beneath my ass ensured me that I was, in fact, present in reality. That dirty old man got excited when he read her text. Good. We are both excited, then.

"You prepare for her; I am going to take a shower. Clearly, you have already fucked her or were planning to, she knows where you live. Notice how she did not ask for directions? You dirty, dirty, bad boy," I playfully scolded him. It did bother me a little that he tried to hide her from me. He did not need to do that. Then again, I have been fixated on this vixen. Perhaps he didn't want to give her up to me. Well... we shall see about that!

Tomas' shower is amazing with its multiple shower heads, jets, and steam functions. It is what is expected of a modern condo for an established, unencumbered professional in a thriving metropolis. I let the hot jets of water and steam focus my mind on the possibilities the evening would hold. I also let the amazing water pressure work on the nervous tension that makes it hard for me to breathe. I wanted her. I want her to enjoy Tomas. I also want her to understand that I am the one in charge between the three of us.

The warm water feels so good running down my breasts, down my back, over my ass, and between my legs. I love the way this shower makes me feel so sexy. I cannot help but caress myself. My touch is soft and enticing, exciting me to both soothe my anxiety and remind me that I can compete with this slut. She is so fucking sexy, and I only hope she sees the same in my body and style.

I run through the inventory of my go bag that I keep in Tomas' large walk-in closet: handcuffs, leg irons, paddle embossed with the word "SLUT", strap-on harness with my compatible eight-inch clear dildo. I stand alone in the shower, preparing my body and my mind, letting the water cleanse me of my doubt and negative energy.

I will fuck her. I will take her.

The distant heavy thud of the front door to the condo closing shakes me out of my thoughts. That must be her. She must live nearby, which is an interesting detail to remember since Tomas' condo is not close to the university. I feel an urgency to get out to greet her before Tomas starts without me. I shut off the shower and towel off quickly. Thankfully, I kept my hair dry, so I have a few simple things to take care of before I change into something... appropriate.

Tomas graciously granted me a drawer and hanging space for lingerie in his walk-in closet and changing room. I towel off the remaining beads of water from my smooth skin, again taking a moment to admire the shape of my hips and legs. She will want me just as I want her, a thought I will manifest into reality. I focus on this effort as I step into my soft black satin bikini panties with a ruched back to show off my ass. I listen to indecipherable murmuring drifting in from their conversation in the living room as I slowly and meticulously pull on my lace-topped stay-up thigh-high black stockings and step into my 5-inch black platform heels. I admire the shape of my legs and the hang of my large breasts in the full-length mirror before I cover up in my satin dressing gown. I put on my bravest face to face my fate and my competition. I grab my go-bag of fun and open the bedroom door, walk down the short hallway, and into their conversation.

I do not tip-toe into the room; my heels on the travertine-tiled floor announce my arrival. Perhaps that is why their conversation immediately ceases. Or perhaps they are trying to hide what they were talking about from me. Or, perhaps, they were impressed with my sudden appearance. The latter seems quite likely based on the way they both openly ogled at me.

"Wow, babe! Uhhh... this is..." Tomas begins to stammer while gesturing toward Red's direction.

"I know who she is. We have met," I quickly cut him off. I don't want to know her name. I just want to fuck her. "Hello, slut. I have dreamed of you since we ran into each other in the restroom of the club."

She stares at me with her mouth open. Yet, she does not register any complaint to me labeling her a slut. She knows what she is. A home wrecking, cock tease. In this case, a pussy tease, as my pussy is now throbbing with excitement at her young appearance. She did not dress up for the evening; she is simply wearing a tight ribbed tank top that shows off her young perky breasts, the outline of barbell nipple piercings apparent through the thin ribbed cotton material. Her wide hips pull at her tiny cutoff denim shorts so that they gather at the inside of her pale and smooth thighs, and her skin almost matches the white of the shorts' pockets that are peaking below the fringed denim. Her legs stand long from her shorts, and her calves are still quite well-defined even though she only wears black low-top Converse with no socks.

I stride up to her, reach slowly with my right hand to her face, and softly stroke her soft, straight red hair through my fingers. My left softly caresses the opposite cheek of her strong and beautiful face. Her visage is a sight to behold: youthful strength, grace, and natural beauty that pairs perfectly with her pale complexion. She does not withdraw from my touch. In fact, she leans into my left hand and lets out a soft sigh. A sigh of resignation? Or a sigh of comfort?

"Good girl, you are going to be my good little slut tonight and do as I ask," I purposely express as a statement instead of a question. I am in charge. Not Tomas. Not her. She quietly nods her agreement to my terms and softly closes her eyes in resignation, domination, and playing quite literally into my hands. She is mine, and my excitement grows, sending a surge of electricity that courses through my body. My pussy tingles and throbs as the adrenaline rush flushes warm deep inside of me. I close my hand in her hair and pull her in close to me, nose to nose. I hold her close so that I can feel her excited exhale upon my lips. I see youthful, anxious energy in those gorgeously deep blue sparkling eyes. I hold that anxiety in my hands for a few silent moments before I move in with gusto to kiss her.

She returns my kiss, though at first, she is a bit tentative. As my lips open hers, my tongue searches for her confidence. I find her desire with ease as our tongues tangle in excitement. She reflects the urgency of my kiss as we build off of each other. She tastes of sweet tinted lip gloss, the reason for the soft and shiny appearance of her full lips. She tastes of heaven, urging me to kiss with every growing fervor. My clutch of her hair tightens, holding her firm and tight against me. My left hand drifts down her strong cheekbones, along her jawline, down her neck, and over her shoulder, before finding a handful of her ass. She moans into my kiss in appreciation of my wandering hands. Tomas has already been forgotten. How cruel is the fleeting attention span of the young and beautiful! I have not forgotten him. I break our kiss and take a half step back, just enough to maintain my grasp of hair and perfect ass.

"Tomas, sit in the chair by the couch," I command while nodding to the armless chair in the corner of the living room. "Now Red, I want you to go get the two pairs of leg irons from out of the black bag I walked in with. I want you to go to Tomas, and I want you to secure his arms at the wrist with one pair of cuffs. Do it so that his arms are behind the back of the chair. Then I want you to cuff his ankles, running the chain of the irons behind the chair legs. I don't want him getting up from the chair until I am ready for him. Nod if you understand." Like a good slave, she nods in the affirmative. "Good! Now, do it quickly so we can return to our fun!" I command with a little bit of excitement as her reward.

She worked quickly to do as I instructed. She found the cuffs in the bag and went to Tomas, who had been a good dirty old boy by following my instructions without delay or protest. He had a smirk on his face as she leaned over him to reach his wrists, which he held behind the chair. I caught his wandering eyes as they peered down her shirt. He will regret that mistake later. I enjoyed the view of her ass as she got down on her knees to cuff his ankles and thread the chain through the chair legs. Her ass cheeks peaked ever so slightly below the fringe of the denim. Her ass made a denim heart that made my own heart bang harder in my chest.

I quietly remove my paddle from my bag and stride up to the chair as the last cuff's audible click identifies that is locked around Tomas' ankle. I stop just behind her, stepping on her ass, letting my heel dig into the flesh of her ass through the denim. She shudders ever so slightly as my weight digs into her ass cheek. She does not move from her almost prostrate position at Tomas' feet.

"Good girl, don't move. You got him too excited already with your perfect cock teasing body," I will have to take care of that. Tomas' shit-eating grin eased to a flat look as he realized that the paddle was in my hand. "Such a dirty ol' man," I chide him as I let the weight of the paddle fall flat along the length of the swollen ridge rising from his crotch and across his left leg. His jump was instant, the cuffs rattling the chains against the chair in a chorus of complaint. Tomas' groan is restrained in tune with his confined limbs. His cock bounced in his lap, first from the force of my paddle, then by Tomas' defiant reflex. I step off of her ass, enjoying the crease my heel left in her shorts.

"Now get up on your knees and look at what you did to him. You can touch him," I speak with an easier tone, taking some edge out of my voice. She positions herself between his legs, reaches up with her hands, and caresses Tomas' cock through the cotton material of his sweatpants. His moans were almost instant. A darkened wet spot almost instantly appears in accompaniment to his groans at the tip of the outline of his cockhead as it throbbed on the top of his leg. She looks back at me longingly.

"Go ahead, whatever you are thinking of doing, do it," I assure her.

She lets out a mischievous giggle that morphs into a wanting devilish moan as she leans over his crotch. Using her hands to isolate his erection through his sweatpants, she takes him into her mouth. His girthy swollen cock barely fit in her hands as she teasingly bit down on his cock. Tomas' cry is instant and loud, lingering into a growl accompanying the renewed sound of straining chains against the chair's back and legs. I like her style. She only turns me on more as I admire her effort to put herself in the correct frame of mind. I become quite aware of the wet warmth growing between my thighs.

Tomas' growls and moans echo in the living room as Red continues to tease and torture his cock through his sweatpants. He is getting loud. I will take care of that. I open my dressing gown and let it fall to the floor, freeing my breasts to the cool air of the room. I quickly roll my panties over my hips and down my long legs. I manage to step out of them without catching them on my heels. I return to Red and Tomas, balling the damp satin in my right hand. My left hand grabs the top of Tomas' short salt and pepper hair and pulls his head back while he is in the middle of a renewed loud groan. My right hand quickly pushed my desire-soaked panties into his gasping mouth, quieting him to muted, rumbling growls.

Red does not stop her greedy torment of Tomas. Her attack leaves red-tinted lip gloss and saliva soaking into his grey sweatpants. I watch for a moment, enjoying her energy and voracious appetite for my lover. But this is about me. Not Tomas. Balling up a fistful of red hair, I pull her back from her meal. The force of my pull commands her to rise to her feet instinctively and hold still. The power I have over her sends fresh surges of adrenaline racing through my body, terminating in renewed tingles deep within that leak out in wet warmth that lubricates my thighs. Her wide-eyed attention on me empowers my own inner slut. I want to render her a heaving pleasured mess, in turn empowering my elation as I push sexual boundaries.

Lust begins to erupt from deep inside of my inner being. Waves of desire move like magma diapirs from deep within my subconsciousness. I am almost a third-person observer, taking in her fair-skinned, red-headed, physically fit beauty and feeling my hands move without conscious thought. My left hand grasps her throat tight. My grip is tight enough that I can feel her swallow move across my palm in defiance. She makes the sweetest little gurgling noise; her blue eyes burn into me with an intensity that is only rivaled by the devilish, slutty smile on her face. She stands straight in my grip, her hair balled in one of my fists, her throat stretched by my other hand. Her perky breasts stand out in her tank top in their c-cup perfection; time and gravity have yet to distinguish her beauty from experience. Her perfect pale skin is only broken by a sprinkling of freckles and a thin layer of beaded sweat from the intensity of our encounter.

Tomas can only watch from his chair, breathing in and tasting my lust through his gag as I hold our quarry still before him. She shifts weight from one leg to another to rub her thighs together. I recognize this dance; I do it myself when I am turned on and cannot touch where my desire beckons. I release her hair and grasp her midthigh on her left leg. She shivers slightly at the redirected sensations of my touch. Her flesh is warm and grows warmer as my hand travels up the inside of her thigh. Her tight shorts prevent my hand from reaching my goal, but I can feel the heat and dampness soaking through the crotch of the denim. I breathe in through my nose, taking in her perfume and the faint yet growing aroma of her arousal. She smells so fucking good.