Snow & Her Huntsman (7 page)

“You know I do,” she whispered, her head falling to one side as he licked and sucked his way down her throat and across her shoulder.

He yanked the narrow straps of her top down her arms and swept her short skirt up. He banded his arm around her waist. “Open yourself. Spread those lips wide so I can see your clit.”

Rylee did as he ordered, feeling self-conscious. With her legs open, the warm air from the fire whispered across her sensitive flesh like a lover’s breath. She admitted he was probably right about her being a sub. She liked being told what to do and wanted to anticipate the pleasure he so willingly gave her.

“Good. Now keep your hands there. You are not allowed to let go. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She shivered as his fingers glided over her mound, his palm cupping her while the tips of his fingers brushed her moist slit. His hand was large and filled with promise as one finger dipped inside, then trailed forward to her clit. Desire pumped through her, blinding her to everything but this man and what he planned to do.

She held her labia open and sighed when his fingers touched hers as he circled her aching nub. Was there anything more erotic? He dipped inside and spread her wetness, slicking her with her cream. She panted, little sounds of pleasure escaping, making her wish this could go on forever. Her hips engaged in their own dance—small rotations, mimicking his movements. Deep inside, her muscles contracted.

His rhythm increased as did his pressure. Her hips jerked out and up, her clit swelling and seeking that wonderfully attentive finger.

“You look fantastic in the light of the fire, all gleaming and hot. Fast and hard. You ready?”

Ready, waiting, desperate. “Yes, Sir Huntsman.”

He took her at her word. No more teasing, no taunting, no mercy. His arm around her kept her balanced, his thighs kept her open, and his fingers teased, circled, and demanded.

She’d never come on her knees before. Her thighs tightened and bunched against his with every gyration of her hips, and her fingers were slick with her juice. Jolts of need centered in her core, and her orgasm crawled and paced like a tiger desperate to gain freedom.

“Get ready, my sweet sub.” His finger flew over her clit, concentrating behind the hood, petting, coaxing, and demanding until her whimpers became desperate cries. “Now. Come now.”

Rylee gave way to the rush inside as the dam holding back her orgasm burst free. Spasms racked her body. Blood pulsed deep through her faster until all she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears.

Hunter held her until she returned to awareness. He was hard as a rock. His balls ached like a sore tooth. How could one woman bring him so much joy without even welcoming his cock inside? He loved women, had his share of subs when he visited one of the BDSM clubs, and enjoyed giving them pleasure, especially when they had no idea how much pleasure they were capable of. But Rylee was different.

No, he was different with her. Everything seemed…more intense, brighter, and so much more fulfilling. “I love how you come for me.” He lowered her skirt but left her breasts exposed. “That might hold us until after we eat.” He stood to turn the meat, noting it was over cooked. “Don’t think we were fast enough.”

Rylee, still on her knees, shifted. “Maybe we ought to let this side get a bit overcooked as well.” Her hands traveled up his thighs, fingers bunching into his thick muscles.

He sucked in his breath at the lustful hunger in her eyes. “Subs are supposed to ask permission to touch.”

“Are you going to tell me no? Seems fair if I had a treat before dinner that you get one, too. We’ll call this an appetizer, a treat for you and me. I want your cock in my mouth, O’ Mighty Huntsman.”

He caught the twinkle in her eye. She didn’t take the
Sir
bit seriously, not admitting that he was, in truth, her Dom. She used
Mighty Huntsman
more in jest than as a way of showing she was truly submissive to him. That was okay—for now. Tomorrow, he’d prove what it meant to be his sub. Today—tonight was more about getting reacquainted and building trust.

Liar.
He’d had the afternoon and evening planned, with him in firm control, but he’d lost total control of the entire event the moment they entered the garden. So, what the hell. He’d go with the flow for now. Tomorrow, he’d be back in charge.

He pulled the ends of the ties and whipped away the fabric covering his erection. His dick sprang toward her, aching for what she promised. “Just a taste.”

She wrapped her hand around him, eyes filled with longing—for him. “I want to run my tongue over every delicious inch of your cock and tease you until you beg
me
to let you come, but keeping our dinner in mind, you might have to settle for hard and fast.”

The pang to his gut screamed, hell yes. Damn, what was happening to him?

And that was the last coherent thought he had. The moment her lips closed over his swollen crown, locking hotly, then sheathing him with her mouth, he was a goner.

“Fuck. Fuck me.” He curled his toes into the blanket and dug his fingers into her hair as she delivered exactly what she promised. No teasing. No taunting. No sweet licks. And fuck it, no mercy. He’d planned to let her taste and tease, then stop her, preferring to draw out his orgasmic pleasure by waiting, but she’d taken that choice from him.

There was no hesitation. Rylee was a woman on a mission, and it was to drive him to knees. Fingers from one hand dug into his ass, the other cupped his sac, scraping her nails lightly against the taut skin, rolling his balls gently. All the while, she sucked, her head bobbing as she consumed him.

He had to stop her now. He dug his fingers into her head to push her away, but she increased the pace and sucked harder. A long, low moan escaped. A few more minutes, he promised. And the hell with dinner. He planned to ram his dick into her pussy and drive them both over the edge, but when she angled her head, loosened her throat, allowing him deeper, he yelled, the sound echoing around the meadow.

Her mouth squeezed the head of his cock. Suck. Squeeze. Rylee was ruthless. She gave him no choice. He felt his balls tighten, the churning deep inside that warned he was nearly over the edge. “Fuck! I’m coming.”

Her answer was to shift her clever fingers from his sac to that super sensitive spot between scrotum and anus. Using two fingers, starting near his anus, she massaged, following the thick cable of nerves to where they ended behind his scrotum. Up and down, pressing harder, lighting a fire deep in those nerve endings that fueled his every pleasurable sensation.

His shout of pleasure seemed to drive her. Her nail scraped the puckered flesh of his anus. He bucked his hips, driving himself in and out, no longer allowing her to do all the work. She sucked and guided. He pumped and plunged as deep as he could go. With one final thrust, he threw his head back and shouted as his hot release spurted through his shaft and down her throat.

When she’d milked him dry, Rylee sat back, stared up at him, her eyes warm and sexy. Hunter fell to his knees and kissed her hard and long. “That was wonderful, baby.” His voice came out low and raspy as he struggled to breathe. “Thank you.”

Rylee grinned. “Now that we’ve each had our appetizers, we’d better check the steaks.”

He whirled around. “Shit! They’re probably charcoal.”

They weren’t, but even overdone, with the corn and potatoes a bit scorched, Rylee found it was the best meal she’d had in a long time.

Chapter Five

Rylee put the dishes back in the basket while Hunter gathered the garbage in a bag. Together, they hauled everything to the edge of the meadow and set it beside a path she hadn’t even known was there. “I’m assuming the elves are going to sneak back here tonight and magically cart this away?”

“That’s the plan.” They strolled toward the tent.

“Now what?” She wanted to hammer out her contract, get that out of the way, but figured it would be better to wait until morning when she had a clear head.

“Saturday,” he said, taking her hand in his.

“Mind reading now?”

“You’re not so hard to read, my lovely Snow, but I have plans for you tomorrow.”

“Oh? Care to share?”

He yanked her close, lowered his head, and kissed her hard and deep, his tongue plunging in to lay claim.

Rylee was breathless when he stopped. She stared into his glittering eyes. “Wow, I’m game. Maybe we can get a head start.” She lifted her head, inviting him to take her again.

“Much as I’d love to indulge you, we’ve got somewhere to be.”

“Oh.” She’d rather stay here with him and not be around anyone else. “Guess we need to change.”

He grinned. “Nope. You’re perfect just like that.”

“I don’t think so. Are there going to be others there?”

“Yep. But you won’t see them.”

“Huh?” A ringing bell made her frown.

“Our ride is coming.” He handed her a pair of slippers. “Put these on, and let’s go.”

She followed him as he skirted the tent. They exited the woods onto a wide pathway, farther up from where they’d left the ice chests and baskets. She’d assumed they were deep in some forest and found it reassuring that it was just an illusion.

“What ride?” The ring of the bell sounded closer. She glanced to her right. Her jaw dropped when a white horse pulling a white carriage came into view. She recognized the driver. Hastings, the butler, wore a dark coat and top hat. He stopped in front of them. Hunter stepped forward and pulled the door open.

Rylee frowned as she studied the step. “Shit, I can’t get up into this.” If she did, she’d be exposing herself to the butler if he glanced around.

Laughing softly, Hunter bit her ear lobe. “No one to see but me.” He lifted her onto the black leather seat then scooted in beside her and closed the door. “Ready, Hastings.”

Without a word, the butler flipped the reins, and they lurched forward.

She snuggled into her lover’s embrace. “Where are we going?” Not that she cared. A horse and topless carriage ride at dusk in the woods was magical enough.

“You’ll see.”

“Ugh. I used to hate when my parents said that.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, me, too. Guess it’s something branded on every human’s brain, and we’re cursed into using it ourselves.”

“Or you can break the curse and tell me.” She sighed as the forest deepened around them. Night was fast approaching, but lights hidden in the thick ferns on either side of the path blinked on.

“Or you, my impatient Snow, can wait for the show.”

“A show? Out here? Like an outdoor theater?”

Hunter burst out laughing. “You’ll see, but yeah, you might have it right.” The carriage stopped. Hunter stepped out, lifted her into his arms, and let her glide slowly down his front. His cloth-covered cock scraped across her pussy.

“Dammit, Hunter.” Her voice rose to a squeak when her skirt rode up to her waist. She eyed the butler as she struggled to get her skirt down, but hands cupped her ass. She was grateful Hunter stood between her and the driver.

“I have plans for us, Snow.” He dug his fingers into each exposed cheek.

She rolled her eyes. “I just bet you do, Mighty Huntsman, but not here.”

“Tomorrow, you’ll learn that I’m in control. When I fuck you, it will be when I say, how I say, and where I say.”

Rylee lifted a brow. “I—”

She cried out in shock when the heel of his hand pressed against her clit.

“Yes?” His voice dropped, low and soft with promise.

Rylee glanced at the back of the butler’s head and gulped. “Fine.”

He lifted a brow and dipped a finger inside.

Horrified that he was touching her so intimately with someone so near, she gulped. “Fine, Sir.” How could she want him again?

“Better. Let’s go. Don’t want to be late.” He yanked her skirt over her ass, then led her to a much narrower path that cut into the woods.

“I’ll pick you up here, sir?”

Hunter hesitated. “No, we’ll walk back.”

The butler nodded. “Very good, sir.”

“What are we doing, Hunter?”

He lifted a brow, swept her close, and kissed her long and hard. “Game on. For the rest of the night, you may address me as Sir or Master.
Only
Sir or Master, and you will do what I say.”

Rylee knees were weak with the kiss alone. How could one man do this to her? It scared her the way her body responded, and her mind as well, but the sex was so damn good. She needed what he gave her so she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Though part of her mind remained on her true reason for being here, that renegotiating the terms of sale for her company was her primary goal, she’d play the game and submit to sex with Hunter. It was out of this world good, but she’d fight him tooth and nail for her business. Still, she was curious about where they were going and the show he wanted to take her, too, even though she wished they could just stay together, alone.

Hunter spotted a small white flag and grinned. Glancing to his right, he tracked the small deer trail. Like the other paths, this one was devoid of forest debris and had a layer of mulch spread over it to make it easy to walk, which was good, as their shoes were soft-soled. The woods were light enough that, with the help of the spotlights and a path that was well maintained, they had no trouble finding their way.

He spotted another white flag. “Here we go. Up through here.”

Reaching a thick shrub that had been shaped and pruned to form a short arbor or large tunnel, he dropped on his hands and knees and crawled over a heavy quilt already in place. He grinned when he found the towel wrapped package he’d requested. He opened it. Everything was there. A small pouch was pinned to one corner. Condoms. Two bottles of water lay near the opening along with a small, foam wedge.

Hastings had thought of everything. Hunter peered out the other end, grinned at the enclosed darkened meadow. Around him, low voices hummed, blending with the sound of crickets. Voices came from other dark hidey holes that surrounded the clearing in the center of the shrub-tunnels. He’d been here several times and was eager to share tonight’s show with Rylee.

Backing out, he stood. “We’re set. Well, almost.” He yanked the straps of her top down her arms and past her hips until the entire costume pooled at her feet.