“Three?” she squeaked, then covered her mouth, forgetting the silent rule.
“Naughty sub.” He flipped on all three toys.
She muffled her cry with her hands. Her entire body hummed with need. She tried to buck her hips, wiggle her ass, either to get more or get away, she wasn’t sure, but his hips trapped hers against the wedge.
The tiny vibrator on her clit was the worst—or maybe the best. She was so sensitive from an entire day of sex that she was not going to be able to keep from coming, no matter what he ordered.
His lips nipped her ear. “Naughty subs who don’t obey get punished.” He upped each vibrator. His hands covered hers to muffle her cries, and his tongue scrapped over her pulse, licking her from throat to jawbone.
Rylee trembled, her breathing harsh, the beat of her heart frantic as the ache deep inside increased. The urge to let go grew with each shiver, each contraction of her muscles. She couldn’t think, could only feel as streamers of heat pulsed through her body. She stiffened and groaned low in her throat. She threw her head back, her hips jerking as her orgasm zipped her into a world where there was no thought, no worry, just incredible waves of pleasure.
As soon as her body went limp, he shut off all the remotes. “That’s two more spanks you’ve earned.”
Head on the ground, her hands still over her mouth, she lifted her head and glared at him.
He chuckled. “You spoke, and you came without permission.”
Rylee let out a low growl and rested her head on her arms. Bastard. How dare he punish her for coming when he’d forced her? That was playing dirty. Yet she accepted what he did was part of the game, a game for her but not so much for him.
She’d had enough glimpses of the Dom within to know he’d been serious earlier. He was, without question, a Dom, even though, for the most part so far, he’d simply been Hunter, her very expert lover from the past and the hottest, sexiest lover she’d ever fucked.
She figured he’d allowed her certain liberties up to now and was yanking her back into the role she’d agreed to play. She got that. But still, three vibrators was fighting dirty. Fine. She couldn’t talk, but she could plan her revenge. She’d find a way to make him lose control.
She smirked. Again.
The shouting started again, and this time, a woman in a red cloak ran into the clearing. Lights flicked on. Some hidden in the grass around the meadow, marking the boundaries, others high in the trees, like thousands of fireflies. A huge, round light hung suspended from above, reminding her of a full moon about to kiss the earth.
“Help! The wolf is after me! Help me! Someone help me!”
Startled, Rylee eased forward, watched a woman rush into the clearing and glance around frantically, as though seeking escape. The sound of a whip split the silent air. The woman whirled around, and a man in the full mask strode into the center of the tiny meadow.
“Good god,” she whispered. The man’s cock led the way, and it was huge.
Hunter tugged her hair. She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t be jealous,” she whispered as she sucked in a deep breath as the big, bad wolf stalked Little Red Riding Hood. She was so enthralled that she forgot the no-talking rule.
The Wolf had his prey trapped and once again, Rylee found herself totally immersed in the role play in the clearing. When the Dom pointed to the ground, Red knelt. Rylee’s heart pounded. God, what a hunk. She might fall to her knees as well if she weren’t already there. Of course, she had her own Dom commanding her body and stealing his way into her heart.
Red’s wolf yanked her blouse down, revealing the woman’s ample breasts. Rylee’s jaw dropped. Holy shit. Groans and cries from the other tunnels on either side of her proved she wasn’t the only one turned on by the show. She clenched her ass cheeks in response to the ache deep inside her and the feel of Hunter’s warm palm smoothing over her ass in circles
“You like this, don’t you, baby.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, her gaze fastened on the scene playing out. The vibrator in her pussy flared to life, sending pulses raging through her body from her toes to the top of her head. The strokes against her G-spot had her shivering. “Are you thinking of me and what I’m going to do to you, my sweet sub?”
Biting back a moan, she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Her gaze locked on the wolf as he lead Red around the circle, exposing her to every darkened tunnel. When they stopped inches from where she and Hunter watched, she held her breath. The wolf made Red spread her legs. He kissed her hard, his tongue fucking her mouth while he lifted her skirt and fingerfucked her pussy.
Damn, and Rylee was shocked at her enjoyment in her voyeuristic peeping. Sexuality poured off the exhibitionists, making her as horny and needy as Red.
“Moan. Let them know you’re turned on,” Hunter whispered in her ear. He ramped the vibrator to a higher speed, giving her no choice.
“Shit.” She moaned, nice and loud. With the vibrator shimmering inside, she wanted to come. Right now, right here. The toys stopped vibrating.
“Good job.” His voice sent tendrils of tingling thrills curling through her. “Keep watching.” He flipped on her butt plug and manually eased the vibrator in and out.
She gasped, but tried to concentrate on the scene unfolding out in the open meadow.
Rylee gulped as the Dom stroked Red’s clit with his cock. He pinched Red’s nipples hard. Red screamed.
Rylee felt the jolt of lust deep in her clit. A fresh wave of moisture gathered between her legs and made loud sucking sounds every time Hunter fucked her with the vibrator. Between Hunter and his toys and watching the couple, she was heading toward desperate. “You like this, don’t you?” The low words were whispered in her ear.
“Shouldn’t,” she panted. “But god, yes, I like this.”
“Then you can join her.”
Rylee’s eyes popped wide. Did he mean—
Hunter chuckled. “Not out there. Here. If I’m not mistaken our star is about to come. Come with her, Snow.”
The other two vibrators flared to life, joining the one in her ass. Once again, his hand covered her mouth. His other hand reached beneath her and cupped her breast. With her gaze on the other woman, Rylee let the orgasm build. Hell, she didn’t let or allow anything. She was totally helpless and prayed she didn’t come before Red. The woman’s hips jerked, and she shrieked.
Rylee was right there. Her heart pounded, her pulse loud in her ears as she drew in a deep breath. Every nerve felt raw, on fire. The humming and vibrations became too much. Her muscles tightened, gripped each toy, and fighting to keep from shrieking, she let her orgasm rip through her. She flew like dandelion seeds carried away by a strong, summer wind.
Hunter shut the toys off and kissed the back of her neck. “Don’t worry. You had permission.” He turned her head toward his, his eyes glittering in the darkness. “Are you all right? Is this too much for you?”
Was he asking if she wanted to leave? Hell. Fuck. No. She shook her head. “I like this. It’s wrong, but I’m so horny and turned on.”
He smiled against the side of her neck. “And that is exactly what they want, my sweet sub. This is Red’s fantasy, and you’re sharing it.”
And wow, what a fantasy. Rylee’s gaze swung back to the couple, trapped by the scene playing out in front of her. Red had her Dom’s cock in her mouth.
Rylee wanted Hunter’s cock in her mouth, and this time, she wanted to tease and torment him, although taking him hard and fast had pleased him—and her. Rylee licked her lips and bit back a groan as her clit continued to ache and throb.
The wolf shoved Red from him.
Startled, Rylee jaw dropped as Red tried to crawl away, but of course, he was big and bad and yanked her back to him, his hands digging into her hips, lifting her ass and his large hands spreading her cheeks. He drove himself deep inside her.
Hunter shifted. Bits of leaves rained down on her, and she realized he was half-kneeling behind her. He removed the vibrator but l
eft the butt plug and clit vibrator, then swirled the head of his cock against her slit. “Tell me you want my cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you.”
Damn, she not only wanted it, she needed it. “God, please. Please, Sir, give me your cock. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast.” Her voice rose to a muffled wail.
He entered her in one fast, hard plunge. Her slick walls gripped him, sucked him deep into her hot sheath. Red’s cry of ecstasy echoed around the clearing. Rylee panted and gasped as she took her huntsman deep, pushing back to take all of him, feeling incredibly full with his cock in her pussy and the plug in her ass, which was still on a low vibrating hum.
Hunter covered her with his body, groaning as he fucked her, his arms planted on either side her shoulders, his thighs against hers. Outside, beneath the lights, Red’s Dom spanked her, even as he fucked her.
Hunter’s breath was hot in her ear, startling her as she was completely engrossed in the other couple and in the building orgasm that just might be the queen of them all so far. “Later, my sweet, I’m going to turn that ass of yours a nice, deep shade of pink.”
She moaned. Rylee’s pussy contracted, gripping her Dom so hard he groaned.
“Ready, Snow?”
“Hell, yes.” The hard knot deep in her center grew. The vibrations, his steady strokes, and the pinching of her nipples warned it wouldn’t take much. One hard squeeze of her legs just might set off the fireworks. She wiggled her hip, trying not to give it to the temptation to seek release until he gave her permission.
“Wait. When I say. And this time, scream. Let them hear how much you enjoyed their show.” He spread her thighs farther apart, scooted her knees forward, opening her wider. He pumped his cock in and out and turned on the clit vibrator. His palms covered the backs of her hands, his fingers tangling with hers as he fucked her fast and hard.
Rylee moaned. The vibrations shot through her clit, and set off explosions deep in her core that rumbled and clawed for an outlet, seeking freedom.
Out beneath the lights, the man in the wolf mask shouted, “Now.”
One scream sounded, followed by another and another, until the entire clearing echoed with the sounds of pleasure as the audience came together.
“Now. Let’s add to the music.” Hunter pumped hard and fast, angling his thrusts to make contact with her G-spot. He flipped the vibrator torturing her clit to high.
And there it was. Freedom. Rylee screamed Hunter’s name as her orgasm tore from her and sent her soaring among the pretty twinkling lights. Above her, Hunter let out a string of ‘fucks’ that made her smile. Then the area went dark.
Chapter Six
Rylee woke the next morning alone in bed. She glanced around, but didn’t see Hunter, so she grabbed the chance to take a shower. Standing beneath the weak stream, she was surprised she could stand.
Last night, after that totally awesome show, they’d walked back to their camp naked. Giggling, she had to admit the walk had been erotic as hell. She never even went naked in her own apartment. It had taken them a long time to reach their camp of sin as they’d made a couple stops along the way.
Her sore knees were proof that he’d taken her from behind, and a scrape or two on her back reminded her they’d had sex against one of the thick trunks with her legs wrapped around his waist. She snickered as she remembered the owl they’d startled when their cries of release rang out through the woods.
As she toweled off, she couldn’t help wondering what today held. Surely, they were both fucked out, yet the thought of more stirred her juices. Okay, maybe not totally fucked out yet.
She sighed. Something special had bloomed between her and Hunter ten years ago, and though her heart and those tender feelings of love had been crushed by his rejection, they hadn’t died. They’d only been hidden away. Waiting. Waiting for this. Waiting for him to return and claim her.
And claim her he had. Frowning, she thought about their pending business talks. Should she bring it up? So far, she’d more than done as he asked. Now it was her turn to make some demands.
She dressed in another revealing and tattered costume, this one with a longer, handkerchief skirt. It barely covered her crotch in the front but brushed her thighs in the back. She jiggled her hips and felt sexy as hell as the material swished around her thighs and flipped up to reveal tantalizing glimpses of dark curls.
Humming happily, she entered the main tent. A bed dominated one entire side. The far side boasted an intimate seating area and a small, round table along with two chairs. Hunter sat at the table. He wore a leather vest and leather pants, looking very much like her huntsman. A tray of Danishes and a thermos of coffee sat in the center. There were two covered plates.
“Food.” She sniffed. “Bacon! The elves have been here.” She hesitated. Was it okay for her to just sit and dig in? “Um. Sir?”
Hunter smiled. “Right now, we are two very hungry people. Game resumes after we eat.” He wagged his brows. “Eat. You’ll need it.”
Her body went weak just thinking about resuming the games. She rolled her eyes and needed no further urging. Together, they ate, speaking about impersonal topics, non-sexual chitchat she wouldn’t remember five minutes after they finished. Her mind was too focused on what he had planned. Maybe business talks could wait a bit longer.
When they’d cleaned their plates, he took the basket outside. When he returned, he opened his briefcase and plucked out an envelope. “We should have taken care of a few matters yesterday. These are my lab results. I’m clean. And I saw yours.”
His formality confused her. He was back to being a rich businessman in control of his empire. Or Dom in charge of his sub. “I didn’t think that was an issue.”
Hunter nodded. “Neither did I, but let’s take care of business. There’s other housekeeping we should deal with. I’m assuming you’re on the pill? Even though we’re using condoms, I should have asked.”
“Yes.” She’d taken her pill in the bathroom, finding her morning routine the easiest time to remember.
“Good. Now let’s talk a bit about the BDSM world. The acronym stands for Bondage, Domination, Submission and Masochism or Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, and Sadism and Masochism. Basically, anything goes, but it all comes down to three words—safe, sane, and consensual.”
Rylee nodded. She clasped her hands in her lap. “I read about that online.” She shrugged when he lifted a brow. “After I left your office, I did some research. We fall into the D/s category, or rather you do. I still don’t think I fall into the submissive category.” Her mind still reeled at some of the information she’d uncovered.
He gazed thoughtfully at her. “Today, I will prove you wrong.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Just because I like to be tied and spanked or told to come doesn’t make me submissive. I’m not into the harder core bondage and pain. Whips and canes are not for me.”
“Nor for me. We’ll come back to what you are, later. Let’s continue. Safe is obvious. I won’t do anything to you that puts your life in jeopardy. For example, if I tie you up, I won’t leave the room. There have been cases where one partner leaves, and for some reason, never returns—accident, heart attack, or the like. Or the sub could have a medical emergency so a Dom never leaves a sub bound.”
Rylee nodded. She’d never thought of that. “Sane?”
“Sane means we don’t drink and get drunk. Or do drugs. All acts between us are carried out with mental and physical clarity.” He grinned. “At least on my part. Your job is to feel and not think so if your mind isn’t so clear, it means I’m doing my job.”
Good thing, as he had a way of turning her mind to mush.
“Consensual. That’s obvious as well,” he said. “We’ll come back to that and talk about what you’re up for and if you have any firm nos like whips and canes. But first, let’s talk about safewords.”
Nos? Heavens, what did he have in mind? She shifted restlessly. “I read about that, too. I pick a word like Red, an
d if I say it, you have to stop.” After last night, the word Red made her think of the scene in the woods and that was enough to stir her juices. She’d never have thought she’d get off on watching another couple fuck.
“Exactly. If you use your safeword, we stop and discuss why you needed to use it. So let’s go with Red as your safeword?”
She nodded, nervous. Would he do anything to make her use that word? So far, sex between them had been absolutely incredible.
He stood, rounded the table, and pulled her from her chair. “Today is about you and for you, Rylee.”
His voice dipped, promised fulfillment, the low baritone washing through her and settling in her core. The thought of an entire day devoted to pleasing her started a slow burn at the juncture of her legs.
Behind her, his body was warm against hers. His hand swept her hair forward, allowing him to kiss the back of her neck. “Once we start, I am your Dom and you are my sub. If you obey, you’ll find pleasure. If you do not, you’ll be punished.”
“Like yesterday.” She tipped her head to one side. “You spanked me in the garden.”
His lips curved against her skin. “That I did.” He turned her, stared into her eyes, and continued. “Yesterday was not a typical Dom/sub role-play. Let’s call it a warm up. Today, what goes on between us is all or nothing. I am asking for a total exchange of power. That means I take charge, and you, as my submissive, agree to relinquish that power.”
“I’m not sure I understand how that works, Hunter. I’m not a slave and won’t be a slave.” She’d read a lot about that one and had been pretty horrified.
He ran his fingers through her hair. “For a Dominant like me, I need a sub to hand over total control. I gain my power when you submit, and in turn, you gain power by giving everything to me and letting me take care of your needs. You’ll have no worries or cares for today and tonight. You won’t feel ashamed of what your body craves or hold back. A total power exchange is all about trust and truth.”
“And I have no say?” She found that hard to agree to. She didn’t understand how she’d get power if she had to give it and take whatever he decided.
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