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  There was no hesitation. Rylee was a woman on a mission, and it was to drive him to knees. Fingers from one hand dug into his ass, the other cupped his sac, scraping her nails lightly against the taut skin, rolling his balls gently. All the while, she sucked, her head bobbing as she consumed him.

  He had to stop her now. He dug his fingers into her head to push her away, but she increased the pace and sucked harder. A long, low moan escaped. A few more minutes, he promised. And the hell with dinner. He planned to ram his dick into her pussy and drive them both over the edge, but when she angled her head, loosened her throat, allowing him deeper, he yelled, the sound echoing around the meadow.

  Her mouth squeezed the head of his cock. Suck. Squeeze. Rylee was ruthless. She gave him no choice. He felt his balls tighten, the churning deep inside that warned he was nearly over the edge. “Fuck! I’m coming.”

  Her answer was to shift her clever fingers from his sac to that super sensitive spot between scrotum and anus. Using two fingers, starting near his anus, she massaged, following the thick cable of nerves to where they ended behind his scrotum. Up and down, pressing harder, lighting a fire deep in those nerve endings that fueled his every pleasurable sensation.

  His shout of pleasure seemed to drive her. Her nail scraped the puckered flesh of his anus. He bucked his hips, driving himself in and out, no longer allowing her to do all the work. She sucked and guided. He pumped and plunged as deep as he could go. With one final thrust, he threw his head back and shouted as his hot release spurted through his shaft and down her throat.

  When she’d milked him dry, Rylee sat back, stared up at him, her eyes warm and sexy. Hunter fell to his knees and kissed her hard and long. “That was wonderful, baby.” His voice came out low and raspy as he struggled to breathe. “Thank you.”

  Rylee grinned. “Now that we’ve each had our appetizers, we’d better check the steaks.”

  He whirled around. “Shit! They’re probably charcoal.”

  They weren’t, but even overdone, with the corn and potatoes a bit scorched, Rylee found it was the best meal she’d had in a long time.

  Chapter Five

  Rylee put the dishes back in the basket while Hunter gathered the garbage in a bag. Together, they hauled everything to the edge of the meadow and set it beside a path she hadn’t even known was there. “I’m assuming the elves are going to sneak back here tonight and magically cart this away?”

  “That’s the plan.” They strolled toward the tent.

  “Now what?” She wanted to hammer out her contract, get that out of the way, but figured it would be better to wait until morning when she had a clear head.

  “Saturday,” he said, taking her hand in his.

  “Mind reading now?”

  “You’re not so hard to read, my lovely Snow, but I have plans for you tomorrow.”

  “Oh? Care to share?”

  He yanked her close, lowered his head, and kissed her hard and deep, his tongue plunging in to lay claim.

  Rylee was breathless when he stopped. She stared into his glittering eyes. “Wow, I’m game. Maybe we can get a head start.” She lifted her head, inviting him to take her again.

  “Much as I’d love to indulge you, we’ve got somewhere to be.”

  “Oh.” She’d rather stay here with him and not be around anyone else. “Guess we need to change.”

  He grinned. “Nope. You’re perfect just like that.”

  “I don’t think so. Are there going to be others there?”

  “Yep. But you won’t see them.”

  “Huh?” A ringing bell made her frown.

  “Our ride is coming.” He handed her a pair of slippers. “Put these on, and let’s go.”

  She followed him as he skirted the tent. They exited the woods onto a wide pathway, farther up from where they’d left the ice chests and baskets. She’d assumed they were deep in some forest and found it reassuring that it was just an illusion.

  “What ride?” The ring of the bell sounded closer. She glanced to her right. Her jaw dropped when a white horse pulling a white carriage came into view. She recognized the driver. Hastings, the butler, wore a dark coat and top hat. He stopped in front of them. Hunter stepped forward and pulled the door open.

  Rylee frowned as she studied the step. “Shit, I can’t get up into this.” If she did, she’d be exposing herself to the butler if he glanced around.

  Laughing softly, Hunter bit her ear lobe. “No one to see but me.” He lifted her onto the black leather seat then scooted in beside her and closed the door. “Ready, Hastings.”

  Without a word, the butler flipped the reins, and they lurched forward.

  She snuggled into her lover’s embrace. “Where are we going?” Not that she cared. A horse and topless carriage ride at dusk in the woods was magical enough.

  “You’ll see.”

  “Ugh. I used to hate when my parents said that.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, me, too. Guess it’s something branded on every human’s brain, and we’re cursed into using it ourselves.”

  “Or you can break the curse and tell me.” She sighed as the forest deepened around them. Night was fast approaching, but lights hidden in the thick ferns on either side of the path blinked on.

  “Or you, my impatient Snow, can wait for the show.”

  “A show? Out here? Like an outdoor theater?”

  Hunter burst out laughing. “You’ll see, but yeah, you might have it right.” The carriage stopped. Hunter stepped out, lifted her into his arms, and let her glide slowly down his front. His cloth-covered cock scraped across her pussy.

  “Dammit, Hunter.” Her voice rose to a squeak when her skirt rode up to her waist. She eyed the butler as she struggled to get her skirt down, but hands cupped her ass. She was grateful Hunter stood between her and the driver.

  “I have plans for us, Snow.” He dug his fingers into each exposed cheek.

  She rolled her eyes. “I just bet you do, Mighty Huntsman, but not here.”

  “Tomorrow, you’ll learn that I’m in control. When I fuck you, it will be when I say, how I say, and where I say.”

  Rylee lifted a brow. “I—”

  She cried out in shock when the heel of his hand pressed against her clit.

  “Yes?” His voice dropped, low and soft with promise.

  Rylee glanced at the back of the butler’s head and gulped. “Fine.”

  He lifted a brow and dipped a finger inside.

  Horrified that he was touching her so intimately with someone so near, she gulped. “Fine, Sir.” How could she want him again?

  “Better. Let’s go. Don’t want to be late.” He yanked her skirt over her ass, then led her to a much narrower path that cut into the woods.

  “I’ll pick you up here, sir?”

  Hunter hesitated. “No, we’ll walk back.”

  The butler nodded. “Very good, sir.”

  “What are we doing, Hunter?”

  He lifted a brow, swept her close, and kissed her long and hard. “Game on. For the rest of the night, you may address me as Sir or Master. Only Sir or Master, and you will do what I say.”

  Rylee knees were weak with the kiss alone. How could one man do this to her? It scared her the way her body responded, and her mind as well, but the sex was so damn good. She needed what he gave her so she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Though part of her mind remained on her true reason for being here, that renegotiating the terms of sale for her company was her primary goal, she’d play the game and submit to sex with Hunter. It was out of this world good, but she’d fight him tooth and nail for her business. Still, she was curious about where they were going and the show he wanted to take her, too, even though she wished they could just stay together, alone.

  Hunter spotted a small white flag and grinned. Glancing to his right, he tracked the small deer trail. Like the other paths, this one was devoid of forest debris and had a layer of mulch spread over it to make it easy to walk, which was good, as their shoes
were soft-soled. The woods were light enough that, with the help of the spotlights and a path that was well maintained, they had no trouble finding their way.

  He spotted another white flag. “Here we go. Up through here.”

  Reaching a thick shrub that had been shaped and pruned to form a short arbor or large tunnel, he dropped on his hands and knees and crawled over a heavy quilt already in place. He grinned when he found the towel wrapped package he’d requested. He opened it. Everything was there. A small pouch was pinned to one corner. Condoms. Two bottles of water lay near the opening along with a small, foam wedge.

  Hastings had thought of everything. Hunter peered out the other end, grinned at the enclosed darkened meadow. Around him, low voices hummed, blending with the sound of crickets. Voices came from other dark hidey holes that surrounded the clearing in the center of the shrub-tunnels. He’d been here several times and was eager to share tonight’s show with Rylee.

  Backing out, he stood. “We’re set. Well, almost.” He yanked the straps of her top down her arms and past her hips until the entire costume pooled at her feet.

  “Hunter!” Rylee glanced around and covered her breasts.

  A sharp tug of longing hit. She wasn’t his. Not totally. Not yet. So much was riding on this weekend. What if this was it? All she’d give him? She was here to get better terms, not for him. He knew that. Somehow he had to convince her to give them another chance. He shoved his fear aside, gripped her chin, and held her gaze.

  Her eyes went wide, and she nibbled on her lower lip. She finally nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was soft and low.

  “Starting now, what I say, when I say. Agree to it, or I’ll turn you over my knee right here, and instead of watching a show, you’ll become the show.”

  Rylee moistened her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. From now until we leave, there is no talking unless I ask you a question.”

  She nodded.

  “Now, in you go.”

  As she crawled inside, he discarded his own tiny bit of clothing and followed.

  “Not all the way. Need some preparation room here.” He knelt just outside the 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 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 h
er 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 chuckled, “all three.”