“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 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 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 smoothing over her ass in circles
“You like this, don’t you, baby.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, her gaze fastened on the scene playing out. The vibrator in her pussy flared to life, sending pulses raging through her body from her toes to the top of her head. The strokes against her G-spot had her shivering. “Are you thinking of me and what I’m going to do to you, my sweet sub?”
Biting back a moan, she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Her gaze locked on the wolf as he lead Red around the circle, exposing her to every darkened tunnel. When they stopped inches from where she and Hunter watched, she held her breath. The wolf made Red spread her legs. He kissed her hard, his tongue fucking her mouth while he lifted her skirt and fingerfucked her pussy.
Damn, and Rylee was shocked at her enjoyment in her voyeuristic peeping. Sexuality poured off the exhibitionists, making her as horny and needy as Red.
“Moan. Let them know you’re turned on,” Hunter whispered in her ear. He ramped the vibrator to a higher speed, giving her no choice.
“Shit.” She moaned, nice and loud. With the vibrator shimmering inside, she wanted to come. Right now, right here. The toys stopped vibrating.
“Good job.” His voice sent tendrils of tingling thrills curling through her. “Keep watching.” He flipped on her butt plug and manually eased the vibrator in and out.
She gasped, but tried to concentrate on the scene unfolding out in the open meadow.