Snow & Her Huntsman

by Sydney St. Claire

  Hunter chuckled as though he read her mind. “You, my submissive, have the freedom to enjoy and have no responsibility. You get the bliss that comes from losing yourself in the sensations and mindset I put you in.”

  Rylee bit her lower lip. Hadn’t she already given herself over to him? Not formally, perhaps, but he’d made his points about her being a natural submissive. “This is for today?”

  “Right now, specifically the rest of today and tonight. Will you trust me enough to hand over the power I need in order to take care of you? Can you do this?”

  “I’ll try.”

  He shook his head and ran his thumb across her lower lip. “All. Or nothing. You will give yourself to me. Agree to submit. Make no mistake. You mind and body will belong to me. I will demand everything from you and will not tolerate any holding back. I will control your reactions.”

  He stepped closer and cupped his hand around her neck. “I’m going to learn what you like and teach you things about yourself you never knew. In return, for your total surrender, I’ll take you on a sexual journey unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.” He brushed his lips along her jawline. “You are agreeing to whatever I demand unless you use your safeword.”

  “An exchange of power,” she whispered. “A circle of power and pleasure. I give you power over me, and you return that power in the form of pleasure.”

  Hunter lifted his head. “Close enough.” He led her into the bathroom, stood her in front of the full-length mirror, and moved behind her. His hands slid up her arms, his well-defined arms bulging. “Pleasure is just a part of what’s between us. Some of your orgasms will be so intense, you may cry.” He met her gaze in the mirror.

  Rylee’s eyes widened, the irises darkening with lust at the idea of experiencing an orgasm that big. She didn’t think they could outdo last night. Three vibrators had been outrageously intense. The promise of more was a sharp jab to her core. Something deep inside her popped, like a balloon filled with hot water. Heat flowed from her center to pool between her legs.

  God, his voice alone was lethal, but what he was promised had her knees trembling. The glance he sent her said he knew just what he was doing.

  “I’m going to push you, and push you hard. We’ll see if you can take what I give. If you can’t, use your safeword. It’s not a contest. If I’m wrong, and you need to, speak it. What we have is built on trust. You have to trust me to please you and teach you, and I have to trust you to be honest with me. Agree to that right now, Rylee.”

  “Now you’re making me nervous.” She jammed her hands against her stomach. His eyes held hers, the golden color deep and intense. She nodded. “I promise.”

  His hands massaged her shoulders. “Any questions?”

  “What about the rest? When are we going to talk about the sale of my company? And you also said you had something else you wanted to discuss with me.” She was anxious about the negotiations and curious as to what else he wanted to talk to her about. Was it about their past? Did he regret letting her go?

  Hunter threaded his fingers through her hair. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll put aside our games to discuss contracts. We’ll be on equal footing.”

  Considering she was already turned on and ready for whatever he had in mind, the plan sounded good. “Okay.”

  He lifted a brow.

  Giving up control wasn’t easy for her. Even in her company, she found it hard not to micro-manage, but knowing it was one of her weaknesses also made it easier to fight it. Rylee drew in a deep breath. “Yes, Sir. I agree to give myself to you and submit to whatever you wish.”

  His smile was slow, incredibly sexy and sent a flare of heat through her center. Damn. For better or worse, she just put herself in his hands.

  Hunter felt humbled. It had taken courage for Rylee to agree. Yesterday, she hadn’t been committed. She’d gone through the motions with a humor he’d found enchanting. He’d enjoyed their banter, especially her use of Sir Huntsman. In one short day, he’d managed to prove that whatever had flared between them ten years ago remained.

  He’d pleasured her and, by god, himself more than he’d ever thought possible. But today, he craved her total surrender, and when she gave it to him, he’d prove to her once and for all, she was submissive—his submissive.

  His hands roamed across her shoulders. “Tell me about your sexual experiences.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Can we go back in the main part of the tent? I find it weird to watch myself when we’re talking about sex, Sir.”

  Hunter lifted a brow. “No. I want you to see yourself. That is part of your awakening.” He eased the straps of her top down her arms, revealing small breasts, the tips hardening as he watched in the mirror.

  A pink flush rose up her chest, her neck, and spread into her face. “Not much to tell. I’ve never done anything out of the ordinary, other than what you and I did in college.”

  “I don’t want details.” God, the last thing he wanted was to know what she had done with her husband. He cleared his throat. “But I need to know what you’ve tried so I can make your experience this weekend the best I can. Anal sex?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Once. It hurt, so we stopped. You’re the only one I’ve had sex with back there.” She sent him a shy glance. “That butt plug was a total turn on.”

  He steeled his expression to hide his pleasure. He’d given her something her husband hadn’t. He added fucking her ass to his list for the weekend. “Good. Exactly what I needed to know.” His fingers traced the line of color up her neck. “Positions?”

  Her cheeks flamed. “Standard. Missionary and doggie, I guess. Sometimes I rode Jerry, but mostly, he liked being on top.”

  “Ah, no Wheel Barrows, Kneeling Foxes, or Spiders.” He grinned. “We can cross off the Speed Bump as we ticked that one off during the show last night. We also did the Manhandle Her while the steaks were cooking.” He wrapped an arm around her, glided his fingers beneath her skirt, and cupped her mound. “I’m betting the ATV ride counts as the Galloping Horse.”

  Her blush deepened. “Shit. Sir.”

  His fingers touched her springy curls. “Okay, how about fantasies. And don’t tell me you don’t have any.”

  Rylee sucked in a breath as one fingertip grazed her clit. “Sex in your office. On your desk.”

  Hell, yeah. His as well. “That’s it?”

  “Well, I might find it erotic to fuck you when that dragon woman walks in on us and is shocked and scandalized.” She rolled her eyes. “But wait, she’s a scary Domme, so that’d never happen.”

  Hunter chuckled. “Hmm, I might not mind that one myself, and I don’t imagine there’s much that would shock my partner. What else?”

  Rylee had her share of fantasies. Trouble was, this man starred in all of them, and now that he was right there, with her, her fantasies were reality. “Just you. Making me come over and over. That’s all I want or need.” And wasn’t that a submissive behavior on her part? She shoved that thought aside.

  Hunter held her gaze in the mirror. “Be careful what you wish for. Take off your costume.”

  She removed the sash and yanked the skimpy outfit over her head. A glance at the mirror revealed her naked body. With Hunter’s tanned, muscular frame behind her, she looked pale and small.

  “I wish I wasn’t so white,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

  “You’re perfect. Pure as the driven snow, my lovely Snow White.” To demonstrate, he cupped her breasts, one globe resting in each palm. His hands closed over her flesh, thumbs and index fingers pulling and rolling her pink tips until they darkened and bloomed with color.

  She moaned, her head falling back on his shoulder.

  “No. You will watch and see what I see.”

  Rylee did as ordered and found it erotic as hell to watch him while he watched her. She’d never seen a man’s hands on her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples. It was mesmerizing to see and then feel the effects. Without warning, he pinched her twin buds
. An electrical jolt jumped from nipple to nipple to clit. She cried out when a rush of moisture gathered at her opening and dripped down her thighs.

  “On your knees.” His knees bumped hers from behind, giving her no choice but to drop, with him easing her in front of him as he followed her down. “Now spread your legs. Wide.”

  She opened herself, moaning at the heat in his eyes, the promise she saw there.

  “More.” His knee nudged hers. “What do you see?”

  On her knees, with her legs parted, she looked sexy and desirable. And hot. “Me. Wanting you.” She was too embarrassed to mention how her clit peeped out from pouty lips. He picked up her sash. Her pulse pounded.

  His gaze lifted to hers in the mirror. “Hands behind your back.”

  Rylee swallowed her groan as she complied. A flush of desire rose up her chest as he tied her wrists. Once again, his hands roamed over her. She understood his action was a demonstration of power and control over her.

  “Now, for some rules.”

  “Rules?” His hands rested in the indents of her waist, warm and promising. They slid around to her ass. She couldn’t help the involuntary contraction that tightened her center and sent need into her throbbing clit.

  “No speaking unless I ask you something or unless you need to use your safeword. Nod if you agree.”

  She nodded.

  “You’ll address me as Sir. You may demonstrate that now.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Final rule. You are not allowed to orgasm until I give permission.”

  Rylee arched a brow. “What if I can’t help it?” She yelped when his fingers dug into her ass and pinched.

  “What if I can’t help it? Sir.” He pinched her hard.

  She cried out. “I’ll try, Sir.”

  A sharp smack to her ass shocked her even as pleasure gathered then burst like a dam inside her. “Try again. Last chance before I put you over my knee and spank you until your ass turns as red as the color staining your face.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she gulped. Her face was beet red. She didn’t even want to think about his turning her ass the same shade. Staring at his glittering, golden eyes, she saw no humor. This was no fun, flirty game. He was all Dom, and today, she was his. A shiver of delight ran though her, ending in tingling anticipation.

  “Yes, Sir, what?”

  “I won’t come until you say.” She hoped. “Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Hunter ran his fingers through the crease of her ass and traced a finger around her slit. “So wet.” Her aroused scent had blood racing through his veins, zipping into his balls, and shooting the length of his dick. He was hard as a rock and could barely breathe through his desperate need to shove her forward and take her in one, hard thrust.

  Without warning, he shoved a finger into her pussy. Her breathy hiss was cut off by her teeth closing over her lower lip. When her eyes fluttered closed, he tweaked her rosy nipple. Her eyes flew open again and latched onto his.

  “I did not give you permission to close your eyes.” God, he loved how she practically melted at his touch, but her true gift to him was the way she obeyed and gave herself so completely. His finger left her tight sheath, and he replaced it with two fingers. He bit back his own moan as her hungry channel sucked him in. Ripples of need gripped him, and her ridged walls unfurled to welcome him.

  “You feel good, baby. Wet, hot, your pussy pulsing around my fingers. I bet you want it hard and fast.” He grinned. If she bit that lip any harder, she’d draw blood. “You may answer, my good sub.”

  “Yes,” she burst out, rocking her hips onto his fingers. “I want it hard and fast, Sir.”

  “I’m going to tease you, bring you to the brink over and over.” His other hand slipped around her, creeping into her pubic curls.

  Her gaze tracked his hand, his fingers. She drew in a deep breath and let it out in a rush when he stopped, his finger a breath away from her swollen nub.

  “Show me you want me to touch your clit.”

  Rylee circled her hips, trying to get his finger to touch her clit. The fingers of his other hand plunged in and out, hard and fast, a steady rhythm. Each movement of her hips brushed both her ass and her hands against his leather-covered, hard erection. She wanted his hot cock in her hand, wanted him in her mouth. She thought of that first blowjob in the meadow and wanted to pleasure him, hear him swear as she drove him over the edge, but he’d said today was for her. God, would she survive an entire day of his loving? She bit her lip to keep from crying out and begging him to take her?

  “Do you like seeing yourself like this? All hot, ready, and needing what I can give you?”

  She stared at herself. Having her arms behind her back thrust out her breasts, and her nipples were contracted into two hard, pink peaks. Her skin was flushed, and her undulating hips moved faster, harder, seeking more. Never had she seen anything so erotic as her own body in the full bloom of lust.

  Meeting his gaze, Rylee sucked air into her lungs. “Yes, Sir—”

  A shriek of pure pleasure cut her off as he mashed his finger against her clit. He circled fast. God, he was shoving her toward climax. She panted, remembering his rule that she couldn’t give in to those lovely sensations. Heat radiated hot in her center, the flames setting fire to her pussy and clit.

  He fucked her, tormented her, and turned her mind into a mindless mass of desire as he drove her toward her peak. She fought to keep her eyes open. She should be horribly embarrassed to see herself totally out of control, but she loved watching his finger slip and slide across her sensitive heart.

  Her orgasm built as his clever finger danced across her swelling clit, but she had to wait. She groaned and whimpered even as her hips jerked, the gentle rotations giving way to desperate need.

  Each thrust of her hips sent that tiny nub higher, harder into the path of his circling finger. Deep inside her, tremors began. She gripped his fingers tighter, taking him, demanding that he let her come.

  Her breathing changed, her eyes glazed over, and the harsh moans escaping her throat warned she was close. She shuddered and tensed. He withdrew his hands.

  She wailed and fell back against him. Hunter eased her back on her knees, waited until she found her balance, then stood and tilted the mirror down. Her gaze tracked his movements as he went to a drawer in a stand-alone cabinet. He pulled out a velvet bag, then resumed his place behind her. He drew her into his lap, her back flush against his chest, her arms still bound behind her. Her fingertips scraped the ridge of his dick, and his quick intake of breath was satisfying, though not as satisfying as taking him in hand or feeling that first delicious slid as he entered her weeping pussy.

  He stretched out his legs and raised his knees. “Lift your legs over mine, Snow.”

  Rylee, her heart pounding, her clit pulsing, did as he commanded. She drew in a deep breath when cool air teased her overheated sex. He fanned his thighs outward, opening her even more.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed, his hands cupping her breasts, his fingers teasing her hard nipples. Each tug was like an old church bell, a pull to her nipples that rang a bell deep in her center.

  Her back arched as her body sang its song of need. Heat unfurled, like wisps of smoke traveling up and through her. How could she want this man so much? She knew no matter how many times he had her, took her, brought her to one screaming orgasm after another, it would never be enough.

  “Look at your reflection, Snow.”

  She sighed. Was that wild, crazy-with-need woman her? Her eyes were so dark a purple, they appeared bruised, her mouth was open, her lips parted as she panted. He wasn’t even touching her pussy, and it hummed. His hands on her breasts alone kept her need ramped.

  “Look at your your pussy and clit. Tell me what you see. Tell me what you feel.”

  “Oh, god, I’m so pink and wet.” It almost made her ashamed to see the cream leaking from her opening. “I need you inside me.”

  His hands parted her pussy lips. “And this?�
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  She gulped. “My clit is swollen, and it aches for you, Sir.”

  “Did you like my toys last night?” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

  She moaned. “Yes, Sir. I liked them very much.”

  “Let’s try some more.” He stuck his hand into his velvet pouch.

  He pulled out a clear, curved glass dildo. Bright pink vines snaked around the glass. He slipped it inside her. Again, she found it wildly erotic to watch his movements. The cold glass hitting her heated core made her gasp, but the ridges around the toy set her on fire when he mimicked a fucking cock. Again, her orgasm built until he drove her near the edge, and then stopped.

  “Did you like that?” He tweaked her nipples hard.

  Rylee whimpered as sweet pain zipped deep into her pussy, making her inner walls contract around the toy. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I can make you come right now. Do you want to come? Or would you like to see what else I have in my bag of tricks?”

  He was giving her a choice? As much as she wanted to come, she wanted to prolong this scene. “Bag,” she whispered, her gaze trapped by his.

  “Good choice.” He reached in, and when he pulled his hand out and opened it, there were two small cylinder objects. “Know what these are for?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  He set one on her nipple and twisted the top, screwing it, drawing her nipple inside. “Nipple suction.”

  “Oh, my god.” It was as though someone were sucking, sucking. Sucking hard. The flashes of pain were like bolts of lightning slamming into her core.

  “Tell me what it feels like.”

  “Good.” Her voice ended on a shriek. “Very good. Shit.” She arched her back, then cried out, barely coherent when he added the second device.

  “You okay?” His hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze in the mirror.

  “Never felt…anything…so good.”

  He turned her head and kissed her roughly and quickly, then looked at her, his gaze intent. “We’re not done, so hang on.” He played with the dildo, easing it in and out. “Do you like watching me fuck you with my toy?”