Snow & Her Huntsman

by Sydney St. Claire

  But when he lifted her skirt, revealing her naked ass to anyone who might wander out into the garden, her head jerked up. “Hunter!

  “Tsk, tsk, my lovely Snow. Four now, five later.”

  Rylee’s protest turned to a low growl. He chuckled, his palm smoothing over her buttocks. On her back, his other hand held her firmly to keep her from falling.

  “You have a lovely ass. So pale and soft. I’m going to enjoy turning it pink.” His touch, combined with the deepness of his voice, made her sigh.

  Smack.

  “Ow!” She yelped, partly from the sting of contact and partly from the fact she wasn’t braced for it.

  “Ah, nice. Wish you could see my hand print, Snow. Needs another one on the other side.”

  Smack.

  Rylee let out a squeal and wiggled. Her ass flared with heat. To her shock, that slow burn seeped deep inside her clit. The fire that had smoldered in her center for days burst into flame. As though he read her mind, he slipped a finger inside her, making her squeal in protest. But she didn’t voice her objections. Just prayed no one would see them.

  “Ah, spanking gets you hot, doesn’t it, Snow? Is your clit aching with need?”

  Damn the man, her clit was desperate for him to touch it, stroke it, and drive her out of this world.

  “You may answer the question.”

  “Yes.” She moaned. “I need you, Hunter.” She panted as he thrust his finger in and out, driving out every thought except her yearning for this man.

  “Well, disciplining your little sub already, Huntsman? That stepdaughter of mine must be very naughty. You haven’t even made it into the forest.”

  Hunter chuckled. Rylee stiffened, and then hung her head in painful humiliation, grateful for the wall of hair that shielded her flaming face. She kept her head down, eyes tightly shut so she wouldn’t see the queen’s amusement. Bad enough to hear it and know the woman could see his finger buried in her pussy.

  He wiggled said finger. She was so wet, his movements made sucking sounds. Her mortified groan brought an answering chuckle from both him and Glorie. Damn him for not covering her ass or, at the very least, removing his damn finger.

  “I see you spanked her twice. How many more?”

  “Two more now, five later” He fingerfucked her slowly, almost absently.

  She tried to hold still and not react, but one finger became two and he pushed deep. “I’m not hearing you, my sweet sub.”

  Moaning, she wiggled her ass.

  “What a good sub you make, Snow.” Glorie stepped closer. “Would you like my advice, Huntsman?”

  “But of course, my Queen.”

  “I’d spank her here…and here.”

  Rylee shrieked as Glorie’s fingernail traced two circles on her ass.

  “Hmm, I think you’re right, my Queen.”

  Glorie patted Rylee’s ass. “Enjoy.”

  Rylee peered through her curtain of hair and saw the woman’s fuck-me heels as she walked away, and then moaned when two sets of male boots followed. “Hunter Finnegan, you are so dead—”

  Smack-smack!

  The blows landed consecutively while his finger remained inside her. He added another two, and tears stung her eyes. “Ahh—”

  Smack.

  “One extra for the outbursts and six later.” He removed his fingers and spread her creamy moisture through her folds and over her aching clit. He circled her tiny nub fast and hard, giving her no chance to protest.

  Waves of pleasure rolled through her, and Rylee gulped air as the tension deep inside her tightened. His other hand traced her burning ass, the pain stirring her arousal even more.

  Moaning, she bit off the sound. She was going to come, out here in the open where anyone might witness something so private. She held her breath to keep from making any noise. It’d be too embarrassing to have Glorie and her playmates hear and return to watch.

  “Come now, Rylee, and no holding back. I want to hear how much you want this. All or nothing.”

  His finger on her clit was relentless, his palm warm on her ass, and heaven help her, she was going to give him what he demanded. Her cries of pleasure grew louder as he thrust those two long fingers deeper, curled them, and found her G-spot. She clenched her muscles around his fingers and arched her clit higher until everything tightened and then sprang free like a broken spring. Her orgasm launched her with the force of a rocket into space where she exploded and saw stars. Lots of bright, sparkling stars burst around her as she came with a scream.

  ****

  Hunter was in trouble. He wasn’t going to be able to wait until they got into the woods. Standing, he freed his hard, swollen cock, watched Rylee’s eyes widen, then quickly scan the quiet garden. Then her hungry gaze returned to his erection. Her delicious pink tongue darted out, and she licked her lips.

  A fresh wave of blood shot through his engorged shaft. He wrapped a hand around his cock, felt it growing harder, longer, swelling to fill his hand. The broad mushroomed head deepened in color.

  “You want this, don’t you?”

  Rylee groaned. “Yes.” She reached out, wiped the bead of pre-cum forming, and then licked her finger.

  “Take me in your sweet mouth.”

  She knelt and wrapped her hand around him. He expected her to tease him with her tongue or kiss him to learn the feel and taste of him, but she went straight for the grand prize. Her mouth swallowed him in one fast motion.

  Engulfed and trapped in the hot heat of that sweet mouth, he was lost. She fucked him hard and fast. Vicious as a hand grabbing and twisting his balls, need surged through him. “Fuck!” He didn’t want to come like this, not this first time.

  He shoved her back, freeing himself, then, with fingers that shook, grabbed a condom from beneath the band on his arm.

  “Allow me.” Rylee took the foil packet and, with her eyes on his, rolled the tube from tip to base, her fingers trailing across his heavy sac.

  “Up,” he ordered hoarsely.

  She stood and leaned into him. He lifted her. “Put your legs around my waist.” His voice deepened as lust coiled, a taut spring winding tighter and tighter. His hands cupped her bare ass. Poised at her entrance, he slammed and thrust up at the same time, planting her over his weeping cock.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he yelled, her cry joining his. The walls of her pussy were like a thousand fingers stroking his cock as she throbbed around him. His heart pounded in tune to each spasm gripping her. She moaned. It wouldn’t take much to send her, along with him, right over the edge, but he’d wait, content to be buried so deep inside her. They were one.

  He started walking, biting back groans as the movement tortured them both. When she tried to rock against him, around him, he pinched her ass. “Hold still. You are not to come, Snow. Not until I give you permission.” He strode out of the gardens, hooked a right, and headed into the forest.

  Rylee whimpered in his ear. Every step he took rocked her clit against his hard pubic bone. With her legs around his waist, she was as helpless as though he’d bound her. She was open, her legs spread, his cock buried to the hilt. Her last orgasm still lingered, and her pussy tightened around him then released involuntarily. Each step was sheer torture.

  It’d been so long since she’d had sex, not including what happened in his office a few days ago. She couldn’t hold back the orgasm rebuilding, a storm deep within. She arched her back, her fingers gripping his shoulders.

  “Oh, god, I’m going to come.” She wrapped her legs around him and moaned when he stopped, gripped her harder against him, his cock pulsing deep inside her. His pubic bone ground against her clit, and his fingers dug into her ass.

  His head dipped, and he took her mouth in a soul-searing kiss. She sucked in a deep breath, and his tongue swept in. He licked, tasted, and fucked her mouth, and his hips and hands began to rock her against him.

  Rylee let out a low, harsh moan. Her sheath tightened around his wide girth, her thighs clenched, and her fingern
ails dug into his shoulder. Her climax swept her over the edge and sent her inner muscles into jerky convulsions that seemed to last forever.

  When she slumped over, her arms around his neck, Hunter once again headed toward the woods. His harsh breathing, the pounding of his heart, and the grip on her ass warned that he was close. God, she wanted him to let go, to come now, and drive her back over the edge. Two orgasms, and it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

  “Hang on,” he said in her ear.

  She clutched him tighter when he removed his hands. She wasn’t about to let his magnificent cock escape the confines of her pussy. He stepped up, throwing one leg over something. A quick glance revealed they were sitting on an ATV. He turned the key, and the vibrations shot from his thighs straight to her clit like an oversized vibrator.

  “Oh, my god,” she cried out as they shot forward. She bounced up and down, her pussy sucking, rubbing, and consuming his cock. “Hunter!”

  Yep, he was definitely in trouble. Without planning it, Hunter took them on the ride of their lives. Her breath was hot in his ear, her cries and gasps music that increased his own tempo. He was supposed to be the conductor, in charge, cueing in each instrument. Instead, he’d lost all control.

  The walls of her pussy quivering, tightening, and pulsing, she rode him relentlessly. She continued to fuck him, his cock going deeper, swallowed by her pulsating heat. He grunted, fought to keep his eyes from closing in sheer ecstasy. Her soft whimpers mingled with his grunts and groans. He gunned the ATV. One of the front tires hit a rock that sent them flying, nearly taking her off him.

  She slammed back down with enough force to drive the air from his lungs. He slowed the vehicle. Fast, then slow, keeping them both breathless and on edge. Seeing a small hill up ahead, he hit the gas. Rylee was thrown even harder against him, and that was all it took. Her pussy gripped him hard, she arched her back, tossed her head, and screamed, her voice echoing through the treetops.

  Hunter crested the hill, stopped the vehicle, and held her tight against him as he shouted to the skies, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  His cock strained, cum jetting out of him and into the condom in short, hot bursts. He rocked his hips, ground against her clit, drawing out her orgasm and losing himself in each spasm that milked him.

  “Oh, my god.” Rylee fell against him in a limp, quivering mass.

  “Fuck,” he groaned again, his head falling beside hers.

  “That the only word you know.”

  He lifted his head. “If it fits. If it fits. And I have to say, that was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”

  “Me, too,” she said, sighing.

  He waited until his body had calmed enough to allow him to drive. His heart pounded, and the blood still surged through him. He wasn’t done yet. “Let’s get to our home away from the castle.” He restarted the ATV.

  “Hunter, wait! I need to get off you.” If she continued to ride him while they drove to wherever the hell they were going, she had no doubt she’d come again and again.

  Hunter grinned. “I think you’re fine right where you are, baby. Hang on!” He gunned the ATV, and they shot forward, her cry of “oh, my god” mingling with his string of fucks and the roar of the vehicle that had become a relentless vibrator on wheels.

  Chapter Four

  Rylee lay sprawled on a patch of grass in a meadow surrounded by thick trunked redwoods, the ATV a few feet away. Hunter had tumbled her off to finish what the beastly machine had begun. Her body hummed with satisfaction. Pines surrounded them, their tips piercing the bright, blue sky. Naked, flat on her back, she giggled. The trees stood tall and proud, reminding her of soldiers guarding their little love nest.

  Still on top of her, Hunter lifted his head, planted his forearms on either side of hers. Their fingers were twined together above her head. “What’s so amusing, my sweet sub.”

  She grinned, staring into his golden eyes, noting how pleased and sexy they were. “This. It surpasses anything I could have anticipated.”

  He chuckled. “You got me there, baby. I had everything all planned out, starting with spanking you, then tying you to my bed. Even knew how many times I’d make you come before I buried my cock in your hot pussy.”

  Rylee sighed as a low hum coiled deep inside like smoke rising from a smoldering fire. Hunter’s low, sexy voice could do that to her, but when he talked dirty, she was putty in his hands. She’d forgotten that little tidbit from their past. “You managed the spanking. How many times were you going to make me come?”

  “Six.”

  “Six? Good god, I’m not a sex machine.” Yet her heart raced at the thought of that many orgasms. At this rate, she might not survive the weekend.

  “By my count, you still have two to go.” He thrust his hips forward.

  The friction against her mound made her suck in her breath. “You cannot be serious.” She moaned, closing her eyes, loving the feel of his cock still buried deep. She’d been well and truly fucked, yet if he kept this up, number five would quickly be ticked off.

  “Sir,” Hunter said as he wiggled his hips.

  “Huh?” Her brain had turned to mush. Had it leaked out her ears, gotten soaked up by the grass along with every muscle and bone in her body?

  “You may address me as Sir or Master.”

  Her eyes flew open, and she burst out laughing. His eyes twinkled with humor. Their masks had long since been discarded. She wasn’t even sure where hers was. “Are you really a Dom?”

  “Yes. I am. It’s my nature to be in charge and to give good little subs their pleasure. Just as it’s in yours to be submissive.”

  She wasn’t sure about that. She liked the sex and admitted he certainly knew how to please a woman. “Well, you have more than pleased me, but I’m not sure about being submissive. I read how some women or men like to be submissive twenty-four/seven and how others want their Dom to choose their clothes, tell them what to eat, and when to eat. I’m no doormat, Hunter.”

  At his raised brow, she added, “Sir.”

  “Different people have different needs, my sweet sub. I don’t want a woman who is submissive to that degree. I want someone who knows her mind and isn’t afraid to speak it.”

  “Except in the bedroom.”

  He grinned. “Well, punishments can be very enjoyable, and I’ll enjoy giving you six spanks later, but first, I think we need to do something about those missing orgasms.”

  “No way are you ready for more. Sir.”

  “Should this Mighty Huntsman be insulted, Snow?”

  Rylee’s chuckle ended in groan when he shifted his hips and circled them, grinding his pubic bone against hers. A flare of desire ignited deep in her core. “Just being realistic, O’ Mighty Huntsman. Certainly not trying to insult your sexual prowess.” Damn, number five coming right up.

  “Damn straight. Thank goodness you don’t have such limitations, Snow.” He pulled out and eased back, dipping his head.

  She had two seconds to brace herself before his tongue parted her swollen folds. The moment he touched her, she cried out, her hands digging into the grass, her hips jerking up.

  Hunter pinned her hips to the grassy bed with his hands, keeping her spread wide. She writhed beneath him, her moans the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. Her scent enticed him. The taste of her thrilled and lured him in for more. He couldn’t get enough of Rylee, and he was thrown back in time to that memorable weekend when they had fucked like rabbits.

  Never had a woman affected him this way, not before and not since. And now that he had her again, he didn’t plan to let her go. He had three days to convince her they belonged together. The more he had, the more he wanted—no, needed.

  He lifted his head and wrapped his hands around her tits, loving the contrast of her pale flesh beneath his tanned hands. She wasn’t a big-breasted woman, but there was enough to fill his palms and mouth. The pink tips, still swollen from his earlier ministrations, begged for his attention. His fingers teased the hard pe
bbled nipples.

  Rylee shifted restlessly. “God, don’t stop.”

  Smiling, Hunter drew in the sharp tang of her arousal. “Just using my five senses. I love your tits.” His hands skimmed across her flat belly. “And your soft skin.” His breath teased between her legs. “And your hot pussy.” He ran a finger around her slit. “You feel sexy, all hot and wet. I want to touch you everywhere.” Her hips lifted, begging, inviting. “I love looking at you, seeing your pretty, pink pussy dripping all that sweet cream. You smell sweet and spicy.” He lapped her juices, his tongue snaking in for more. “Hmm, taste good.”

  Her moans turned to breathy sighs. “Let’s see, what’s next? Ah, hearing.” He plunged two fingers into her pussy and smiled when she gasped and panted. His tongue found her clit again and circled. Sighs became sweet mewling, then desperate cries of need.

  He stopped. “You make such lovely noises, baby, and I want to hear you scream my name but not yet. Think that’s all the five senses.” He gazed at her pink pussy, and his fingers buried in her wet sheath. “Know what my favorite is?”

  She shook her head. “Please, Hunter. Sir.”

  “I don’t know either. Guess I’ll have to keep exploring. He removed his fingers and licked her cream, then thrust his tongue inside and drank. She let out a long, low whimper. “I love your cries and the way you beg me to let you come.” He rose onto his elbows and stared into her desire-clouded eyes. “Are you going to beg, Snow? Will you beg your huntsman to let you come?”

  Rylee opened her mouth to yell yes. Instead of agreeing, she shrieked as he plunged his fingers back inside and curled them, finding that rough patch of flesh. He pressed hard. Her hips jerked upward. “Hunter! Sir!”

  Another scream followed when his lips closed over her clit, his mouth drawing in her swollen heart. He sucked long and hard. She called his name, and every time she neared the edge, he released her, his tongue licking through her folds to her slit or over her sensitive belly.

  Over and over, he teased her, taunted her with promises of the biggest orgasm, then stopped. And as soon as she opened her mouth to beg, his fingers resumed their endless pumping, his mouth its tortuous sucking, leaving her breathless and gasping.