Free Snow & Her Huntsman by Sydney St. Claire Page A

kissing her weeping sex. Need, sharp as hunger pangs, invaded her body even as it tightened like a bow with arrow nocked and ready to fly.
    Before she could wrap her head around the intense pleasure shooting through her like thousands of electrical impulses, the plug in her ass came alive, adding a low hum to mingle with the vibrator in her pussy. Those nearly virgin nerves sang out their joyous awakening. Recalling how Hunter had let loose with a string of ‘fucks’ earlier, she bit her lower lips to keep from doing the same. She was too conscious of others nearby.
    As sudden as the vibrations began, they stopped. “Perfect,” he said.
    She wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry and beg for more or be grateful he didn’t want her to come now as she had a feeling she’d scream with pleasure, no matter who was around.
    “You’re going to kill me, Sir,” she muttered. She winced when his palm made contact with her rump, reminding her to remain silent.
    “You have no idea what’s in store for you, my disobedient sub. Oh, I forgot one last little toy.” His hand slipped beneath her, his fingers parting her labia. He placed something small against her sensitive clit.
    She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide when he picked up a narrow length of cloth. Instead of blindfolding her, he wrapped it around her middle then guided one end between her legs, pulling it tight against her clit, the material holding whatever toy he’d tucked there securely. The strip of fabric glided between her cheeks, shifting both toys as he drew it up and tied it at her waist.
    “Okay, scoot forward, all the way in.”
    Rylee crawled forward, stopping when he instructed. Her head was just inside the low end of the tunnel. Glancing out, she saw a dark, open space.
    “Lift up.”
    Rylee did as ordered, and Hunter shoved a small foam wedge beneath her hips. She heard the sound of foil crinkling, knew he was sheathing himself with a condom, which made her giddy. She couldn’t wait for him to take her again.
    He moved over her, blanketing her body with his, his weight on his knees and arms, his head beside hers, and god, his cock angled down pulsing against her ass with no place to go. Before she could comment, if she dared, a loud scream broke through the low buzz of conversation on either side of them.
    “What the hell?” She tried to jump up, but Hunter and the lack of space prevented her from moving.
    He ran his tongue around the swirls of her ears. “Game on, sub. Time for the show.” He flipped on the plug in her ass. “And some fun.”
    She groaned, then protested when he flipped the toy off. “Sir—”
    “No talking. Here’s the rule for this little game. We’re going to watch a show. And I get to play with you while we’re watching. You cannot make any noise unless I tell you to. And you will not come until I give the command. Then you will scream and let everyone within hearing know that your Dom has pleased you. Understand.”
    “What about you, Sir?”
    “Oh, I’ll get mine,” he said. “I want you desperate for my cock.”
    That wouldn’t be hard. She was already there. Another scream from outside their hiding place kept her silent.
    “Quiet starts now.”
    Rylee bit her lower lip. The screams were getting closer. What was going on? Hunter was unconcerned. Was it part of the show? She wrinkled her nose, her body focused on the sex toys buried in her body. She had to admit she was eager for whatever entertainment awaited.
    A jolting hum from the butt plug had her moaning and holding her breath as nerve endings shot fire into her clit. She clenched her cheeks against the toy and moaned again as the walls of her pussy clamped onto the vibrator. She breathed a sigh of relief when it stopped.
    Hunter bit her on the shoulder, then licked the pain away. His voice was low and husky in her ear. “Good sub. You won’t know when I’ll turn them on or for how long or what speed. I might use one or turn on two or,” he