Free Snow & Her Huntsman by Sydney St. Claire

opening, reached in for the towel, and patted her bare rump. “Ass up.”
    Rylee frowned. The shrub tunnel narrowed in front of her. She couldn’t see much out of the front of their small tunnel. How were they going to watch a show? A sharp smack to her ass made her suck in a breath.
    “Pay attention, sub. Ass up .”
    “Sorry, Sir.” Rolling her eyes, Rylee figured he wanted another quickie. At least, she was hidden inside the tunnel out of sight. She wiggled her butt and sighed when his hands spread her open, letting the cool breeze brush over her super sensitive flesh. She waited for him to slip a finger inside her. He’d find her wet, ready, and throbbing. It seemed to be her new norm around this man. No matter how many times she had him, or he had her, she wanted—no, needed more. Craved more.
    Something cold squirted onto her puckered anus. She squealed and whipped her head around. “Hunt—Sir?”
    A hard smack made her cry out. She bit her lower lip. He leaned over her, pushing her shoulders down, which shoved her ass higher. “Mine. Agree.”
    “Yours, Sir,” she whispered, her ass stinging, heat zipping into her core.
    More lube leaked over her flesh, chilling her as the cool nighttime breeze caressed her bare flesh. She shuddered when his finger eased into her anus, spreading lubricant deep, stretching her gently.
    God, was he going to fuck her ass? It was one area she hadn’t let Jerry touch. He’d tried once, and it had been so painful, she’d stopped him and hadn’t braved that again. Only Hunter had ever fucked her there, and it had been so pleasurable, she’d kept that memory to herself.
    She sighed when he removed his finger, then moaned as he eased two past the tight ring of muscle. The burn increased, but the pain turned to pleasure, making her moan.
    “So tight. I’m going to enjoy fucking you here later. You want that, don’t you?”
    Unused nerves, hidden away like a forgotten treasure, flared to life. She wiggled her ass, wanting more. “Yes, Sir.” God, she wanted it now. He pulled out. She bit back her moan of disappointment, but he wasn’t done. Something probed her slick, tightly closed rosette. She moaned.
    “Bear down, baby. Just a butt plug.”
    She obeyed, felt herself stretching as he eased the toy inside. She’d never had anything but his cock up her ass and to share something new with this man thrilled her. She breathed through the burn and slight pain as her sphincter protested, then stretched, accepting the intrusion.
    “You can relax now.”
    Her muscles clenched around the plug, and Rylee blinked. She tingled and hummed between her legs. Each squeeze increased the pleasure and the need surging through her.
    “Okay?”
    She nodded, too, breathless to speak.
    “Good. Now for the rest.”
    Her head came up, but she kept her mouth shut. His chuckle told her he knew she’d had to struggle to keep quiet, but then his fingers entered her pussy, and she couldn’t help the small moan.
    “So wet. And more than ready.”
    For what , she wanted to ask, but didn’t. Around her, low voices drifted on the night air, along with giggles and squeals and the low rumbling voices of other Doms, and if she wasn’t mistaken, the sound of someone muffling an orgasm. It was a bit weird to know other couples were doing naughty things so close. The question was, why? Why here? What was going on?
    Something large and fat was pushed into her pussy. A squeak of surprise escaped. It didn’t feel hard, like a plastic dildo. Turning her head, he met her gaze. He held up a remote and pressed the button.
    A low hum ran through her, gathering in her core. To her shock, the vibrator came fully and completely alive. Not only did it vibrate, it moved inside her, stroking her sensitive G-spot. Her head fell to her arms.
    “Shit.” The word escaped, a low harsh sound, somewhere between a cry and moan. She shivered, first from the heat gathering deep in her core, then the chill of the night air