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

chuckled, “all three.”
    “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