Scarlet Disaster by Colette Rhodes

Chapter 6

“Lou?” I asked uncertainly as the call connected. Maybe I’d got the wrong number? The blonde-haired, blue-eyed, heavily made up woman on screen had Lou’s face, but looked nothing like her at the same time. She didn’t even hold herself like Lou did.

It was a little unsettling.

“Yes and no,” she replied coyly. Even her voice wasn’t quite right. Not quite her. “In this room, I go by Scarlet.” She flicked at the long blonde wig to illustrate her point.

I squinted at the screen to try to figure out what I was looking at. She was sitting on a bed, but there was just a fitted sheet and some cushions, no other bedding. Behind her was a shelf with some… unusually shaped items I couldn’t quite make out.

And then there was Lou. Scarlet. Wearing some silky little robe, loosely belted to show a matching slip underneath. She didn’t look like the fresh faced innocent young woman who’d been in my studio last week. Was she that innocent though? I asked myself. She hadn’t seemed all that innocent when her pert little butt had been hanging out of her micro dress, and the scent of her arousal was so potent I could still feel it in my lungs a week later.

“Okay… tell me about Scarlet,” I rasped, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle in front of me before my dick could drain all the blood from my brain.

I wasn’t working fast enough, to be honest.

Lou smiled back at me, but it wasn’t like the sweet, flirtatious smiles she’d given me in the studio. This one was a little more seductive, a little more predatory, and a lot less genuine.

Much like the wig and the contact lenses, I didn’t like it.

“Well, Scarlet,” Lou drawled, leaning towards the camera to give me a view of her cleavage. “Scarlet can be whoever you want her to be. Scarlet can be coy.” Lou pulled the robe tightly around her body and crossed her lean legs, looking at the camera through lowered lashes.

“Or she can be bold.” With practiced fingers, Lou unbelted the robe, discarding it on the side of the bed, then spread her legs wide, pushing them out at the knee. I got the briefest glance at the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen before she closed them again, winking confidently at me.

She crawled up the bed, the slip doing little to cover her luscious ass before returning to the center of the frame with a selection of objects.

“Scarlet can enjoy pain,” Lou began, teasing her nipples over the top of the slip with clamps connected by a silver chain, and glancing up at the screen, clearly trying to gauge my reaction. “Or she can be totally naive.” The clamps were set aside, and Lou massaged her breasts hesitantly, as if she was touching them for the first time.

Fucking hell.

My dick didn’t get the memo that this was a performance, even as my brain—blaring warning signals like crazy—did. My dick was fine with all of this, even if it wasn’t… real. Even if the things I’d liked most about Lou, the things that made her such a fucking temptation in the hours I spent with her, were hidden underneath this sexy facade. Her naturally dry tone of voice, her wide-eyed curiosity about the world beyond Fairbanks, her guarded flirtations, her gorgeous hair...

“So, what’ll it be?” Lou asked in her slowed down, overtly sultry tone. “I can be a domme too,” she added as an afterthought. “You didn’t seem like a submissive guy, though.”

“I’m not,” I replied, my voice coming out like a raspy grunt. “What does Lou like?”

She shot a dubious look at the camera, like she couldn’t understand why I was even asking, and the warning bells in my head grew more insistent.

“Lou’s not here,” she replied eventually, amping up the sensual purr in her voice as she danced her fingers lightly up and down her inner thighs, avoiding the probably itchy tattoo. “You can call me Scarlet, and I’ll call you whatever you like. Master? Sir? Daddy?”

“Just Nate is fine,” I replied eventually. I wanted to hear my name on her lips, nothing else.

“Well, Nate, since you don’t seem like the kind of guy who regularly talks to camgirls, why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show?” Lou suggested, rising onto her knees with her legs spread and teasing the hem of her slip before running her hands up her stomach and cupping her breasts, holding them up like a fucking offering. She leaned forward, glancing down and licking her lips like she could see my cock slipping between her tits and was swiping precum from the tip.

I knew it was rehearsed. It was clear she’d done this before, and knew the exact angles to maximize the impact of her movements, but my dick didn’t mind that at all. It pressed painfully against my zipper, and I adjusted it as discreetly as I could, though apparently not discreetly enough.

“Don’t be shy,” Lou said with a wink. “Feel free to enjoy yourself. You’re always welcome to give me a show too.”

Then she slowly pulled the slip off, revealing the absolutely goddamn nothing she had on underneath.

I almost groaned at the sight of her rosy nipples, toned waist, curved hips… the phoenix looked magnificent climbing up her thigh, even though it was obviously in the itchy peeling phase, though Lou was doing a great job of ignoring any discomfort as her dainty hand moved between her legs, her middle finger dragging slowly up her slit. Her other hand circled her nipple, plucking at it gently as she gave the clamps next to her a contemplative look before returning her gaze to the camera.

“You don’t seem like someone who’d be a fan of accessories,” she said decisively. “You seem like the kind of guy who wants to show off exactly what he can do with the equipment he’s already packing.”

“Damn fucking right,” I gritted out, sounding just this side of feral. The TV was on and I hoped that Brooks and Gabriel were absorbed enough in what they were watching to not pay any attention to me in this tiny house with its paper thin walls.

Lou pushed her middle finger into her pussy, her head tipping back, teeth sinking into her lower lip like she’d never felt anything more fulfilling than her slim finger inside her.

I fought back the urge to growl at her. This was performative. I could give her real pleasure. I could make her come from just my teeth on her nipples if I had the chance. Fill her up properly until she felt a stretch that bordered on pain, but was all pleasure. Lou dragged her finger up to circle her clit, hips rolling slowly, and I swore my dick turned to granite in my pants. I semi wondered if I’d ever be able to get it back to normal after this. I might not ever get it down unless I buried it in Lou’s pussy.

Don’t do it. This is a bad idea. You’re not in control.

“Hmm, what am I in the mood for tonight?” Lou pondered breathily, tilting her head to the side, finger still slowly circling her clit. I wanted to trace each movement with my tongue. The scent of her arousal was embedded in my lungs a week later, and I wanted to fucking taste it.

“What are you in the mood for?” I asked, my voice thick. My teeth scraped my lower lip, wishing it was Lou’s soft skin instead, and my breathing was so fucking heavy I wouldn’t be surprised if the guys came in to make sure I wasn’t having a goddamn heart attack.

“Well, I’m definitely in the mood to be filled up. Stretched.” Fuck. That was exactly what I wanted to do to her. “I guess I’ll have to see if I can find a toy that works as a substitute for your cock. What do you say, Nate? Give me a little peek so I know what I’m trying to match?” she asked coyly, pausing to reach for something on the shelf behind her and presenting a thick glass dildo to the camera.

I was on my feet before she even finished moving, the animalistic part of my brain fully in charge. No, that wasn’t true. Maybe I wanted to blame my actions on primal urges, but I knew exactly what I was doing.

I just wanted her. I wanted Lou like I’d never wanted anyone.

“You’ll have my cock or nothing,” I growled, glaring at the dildo like I could light it on fire with my eyes through the phone screen. “What’s your address?”

Stupid.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

There was a flash of something across Lou’s face, an emotion I wasn’t fast enough to identify, before she smiled victoriously and rattled off the address.

Perfect. She lived not far from here, in a fairly isolated spot that I could get to mostly through the trees. There was no time to go through the human motions. Fuck that. I needed to bury myself balls deep in her before I lost my goddamn mind, feel her come around my cock, then flip her over and spank her ass raw for putting on this tempting show when I was trying to stay away from her for her own good.

“Don’t come,” I warned her, my tone brooking no room for argument. “You can play with that pretty pussy all you like, but that orgasm belongs to me. Understand?”

“Yes, Nate,” Lou replied breathily, a hitch in her voice as she sat back on her heels.

I disconnected the call, chucking my phone on the bed and rushing out of my room in just the long-sleeve t-shirt and jeans I’d been relaxing in like the hounds of hell were on my ass.

“Where are you off to, irmão?” Gabriel asked, glancing up at me in surprise from his spot on the couch.

“I’ll explain later,” I grunted, already peeling off my shirt as I ran out of the door.

It was pitch black out and I could run by the trees next to the highway to get to Lou’s house from the place I was renting near town. I usually wouldn’t take risks like this, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. She tested my control on every level, which was exactly why I should be staying away.

But I wouldn’t.

I stripped out of my clothes, bringing my jeans and t-shirt with me as I walked naked into my backyard, and let the shift take me. I used the familiar pain of breaking bones and stretching muscles to ground me, reminding me that I had to be at least a little cautious. Don’t get caught.

My cougar stretched, grabbing the clothes in his teeth. He and I were in perfect agreement on this. We had to get to Lou. My cougar didn’t seem to care that Lou was a human. He’d been captivated by her last week when she was in the studio, and he was even more entranced now.

That level of interest should have been the only warning sign I needed to slow down, but I didn’t. I sprinted through the trees, kicking up snow in my wake, just aware enough of my surroundings to avoid trouble.

I skidded to a stop in the trees outside of Lou’s home, shifting back and shoving on my clothes as quickly as I could. Fuck, I should have worn shoes. No shoes in the snow was going to be a dead giveaway that something wasn’t quite right.

It was a reasonably sized place, dimly lit and painted a surprising shade of pink, with no neighbors in immediate sight. I was glad for that as I strode to her front door half dressed, but the idea of her living alone out here was alarming.

What if something happened? That obviously wasn’t her first time performing on camera. What if someone stalked her?

Humans were injured so easily.

I knocked on the front door impatiently, suddenly anxious about Lou’s safety. I needed to see her with my own eyes. Smell her delicious chocolatey scent. Feel her skin under mine.

I heard her jogging through the house, and was gratified that she at least looked through the side window before pulling the door open, dressed only in the silvery robe and that wig I hated so much. Not to mention the contact lenses. Covering up her beautiful olive eyes was a fucking travesty.

“That was fast,” Lou breathed, cheeks flushed, with the scent of arousal permeating the air. “Like, really fast. Do you live around here?”

She stepped back to let me inside, and I should have answered her questions, but fuck. The smell of her. I needed to feel her, taste her, make her come.

I closed the door behind me and had her against it in the next second, my hips pinning her in place. My hands slid over the silky fabric of her robe, the luscious feel of her curves calling to me as Lou’s pupils dilated, her breath coming in short pants.

“You’re right, we can talk later,” she breathed, hands ghosting over the fabric over my shirt. “Follow me.”

Barely holding it together, I stepped back enough for her to pass me, every inch of my body yearning to touch her again. This petite little human had entirely unraveled me.

Lou hesitated in the short hallway for a moment before pulling open a side door that opened to a staircase. I followed her down to the basement, hunching so I didn’t bang my head on the low ceiling. There was a single door at the bottom of the staircase, and I knew what I’d find before Lou even opened it.

The white bed with no blankets, a few cushions in the corner, sex toys decorating the walls, and an elaborate computer setup on a desk at the end of the room.

“You can watch me unplug it all,” Lou said hurriedly, tugging the cables out of the wall. “I’m not filming this.”

At this point, I wouldn’t care if she was, only that this wasn’t her bedroom and she’d said she was Scarlet in this room.

The second she got the laptop plug free of the wall, I was on her. Lou squeaked as I tossed her onto the mattress, her barely belted robe falling open as easily as her legs.

How could I ever think there was anything shy and fragile about the naked woman underneath me, writhing unconsciously, trying to get closer?

I leaned down and captured her lips with mine, swiping my tongue into her willing mouth instantly. My dick throbbed at the sweet taste of her. It was heady and rich, like her scent. A decadent melted chocolate mixed with the scent of her coconut lotion.

I had to see if she tasted as sweet everywhere.

Lou mewled impatiently as I pulled away from her lips, ripping my t-shirt over my head with one hand before securing my mouth around one hardened nipple.

“Oh my god, Nate,” she breathed, head tipped back. There was nothing performative about this. No coy looks or flirty lip bites, no conscious angling of her body for maximum impact. This was the Lou I wanted to see—a woman totally lost to her desire, short of breath, squirming for more, arousal glistening on her thighs. Fucking beautiful.

“Take off the wig,” I demanded before moving my mouth down her body, sucking marks on her skin. I needed to mark her. Needed to claim her for my own.

She froze at my directive, and I scraped my teeth over her skin, bringing her attention back to me.

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly. I glanced up the line of her body, seeing her hands resting at the front of the wig, ready to pull it off.

“Very,” I mumbled against her skin before leaving another love bite on her hip. I was vaguely aware of her fiddling with it as my mouth moved slowly towards the apex of her thighs, licking and teasing as I went.

Make it good. Make sure she remembers you.

I pushed her legs apart, bending one at the knee to give me better access as I settled between them.

“Oh, are you going to—” she began, before I licked a long, slow path up to her clit and she seemed to forget how to speak.

I started off slowly, every movement intentional, cataloguing Lou’s reactions. The way her thighs twitched under my hands, or the moany little sighs she made when something felt good. Then I was picking up my pace, flicking my tongue over her clit as I pushed a finger into her soaked pussy, feeling it tighten around me almost instantly.

“More,” she demanded, almost whining. “Oh my god, is this what oral sex feels like? Are you just extra good at this?”

I was good, but it helped that it was Lou. I never wanted to take my mouth off her pussy.

“Is this what oral sex feels like?”

Had she really asked me that? I needed to explore that question more. After. She just tasted too fucking good for me to stop.

I added a second finger, curling them upwards until she went off like a rocket, back arching high off the bed as her walls clenched around me. Lou was almost sobbing as I continued my movements, dragging a second orgasm from her body before the first could end.

Make her remember you.

She tasted so fucking good, but I wanted her next orgasm on my dick. Needed it. My control was rapidly slipping away from me, and I wasn’t confident I was going to last as long as I usually would.

What was it about her that unraveled me like this?

“Nate,” Lou breathed, grasping wildly at my hair, encouraging me upwards. “I need you, I need you…”

Yeah, you fucking do.

I could usually spend hours on foreplay. I loved satisfying my partner, and I had no problem waiting for my own release. But if I didn’t feel Lou’s wet heat wrapped around me within the next five seconds, I was pretty sure I would die.

I didn’t even think about it. I shoved my pants off so fast I was surprised they didn’t rip, hitched Lou’s leg over the crook of my arm and thrust into her with one hard stroke, burying myself balls deep in her tight, soaked pussy. Pleasure was already building at the base of my spine, so I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in to center myself.

Bad move. The scent of Lou’s arousal in this small enclosed space was heavy and intoxicating. I knew I’d be able to recall the exact aroma of her desire for the rest of my fucking life.

“You feel incredible,” I gritted out, opening my eyes and focusing on the beautiful woman underneath me. Two red braids fanned out on either side of her head, such an improvement over the blonde wig she’d discarded. It would be even better if she wasn’t wearing the blue contact lenses and the sparkly makeup, but I doubted I’d be able to stop long enough to convince her to remove them.

Her eyes widened slightly, and I remembered the way she’d broken out in goosebumps when I’d told her what a good girl she was last week getting her tattoo.

Something to explore.

“Please move,” Lou breathed, bucking up against me. “It feels so good. So, so good. Move.”

I wasn’t about to deny the lady what she wanted.

I braced my forearm next to her head before pulling all the way out and driving forward again, watching Lou’s reaction. The harder I snapped my hips, the more she seemed to lose herself, her nails clawing at my chest and shoulders, anywhere she could reach.

That’s it, baby. Mark me.

“Good girl,” I purred, testing my theory. “You like feeling my cock stretch this tight, pretty pussy? Of course you do.”

Lou whined slightly, her inner walls clenching around me as her nails dug harder into my skin. Eu-fucking-reka. Lou got off on praise, and I was going to goddamn praise her.

I leaned down to capture her lips again, biting her bottom lip before soothing the sting with my tongue, before moving my lips down her jaw and to her neck. I inhaled deeply, running my nose up the column of Lou’s throat, and she tipped her head back eagerly, giving me better access. Human, I vaguely reminded myself. She didn’t know what a gesture of trust and submission this was. I knew. I had to be the one in control.

Yet my cougar was growling impatiently, my instincts encouraging me to claim her. Mark her throat. Bite.

No, that was a very dangerous train of thought.

“Be good and flip over for me,” I instructed, pulling out and encouraging Lou onto her front. She didn’t protest at all, just pushed herself up onto her knees and looked at me over her shoulder.

Mark her.

Fuck! I forced myself to stay still just long enough to pull both elastics out of her hair, grateful that Lou immediately followed my lead and loosened her braids, even though she had no idea why I was doing it.

I needed to hide all of that delicious unmarked neck that was on display.

Her dark red hair fell around her face and Lou looked back at me with an expression that was anything but coy. It was hungry. Unable to wait a second longer, I grabbed her hip, forcing myself to remember that she was human and I had to be gentle, before driving into her again. This had to be a one-time thing. Had to be. But I wasn’t entirely sure how I was ever going to leave this behind, because sex had never felt like this before. This was like… our fucking souls touching or something. Something way more poetic than I was able to come up with while Lou’s pussy was strangling my cock, and my balls were on the verge of imploding.

She pulled her hair over one shoulder and instinctively, I found my body curving over her back again, drawn to her throat like a magnet. I was careful to keep my weight off her by planting my hand next to her head, but her skin was like a siren’s call to me. I had to have my mouth on it. My teeth. I wrapped a hand gently around her neck, encouraging her head back so I could capture her lips again, distracting myself, and Lou whimpered as each thrust hit even deeper than before.

She felt so petite underneath me, but everything about her radiated strength. I felt driven to protect Lou, while at the same time feeling like she didn’t need my protection at all. She was a fearsome little warrior who could absolutely hold her own.

“I’m going to come again,” Lou sobbed. “It’s too much, oh my god.”

“Shh, you’re doing so well. Just relax for me, beautiful,” I growled in her ear, my own movements growing more erratic with my impending release. “Let go for me, Lou. I’ve got you.”

If I had my way, I’d never let her go.