Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 (8 page)

Fingers played below, finding her aching clit even as, at the urging of those implacable hands, she thrust down upon him faster. “Sir, please.”

“Please, what?” His voice had lowered, the tension just under the surface. For once, she was affecting him, getting to him. The flash of triumph was very short-lived however, as fingertips claimed her hard nipples, pinching down in twin points of bright pain. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Please!”

She groaned, shuddering as his fingers twisted her nipples, the pain arrowing straight to her womb, transformed into burning lust. She could feel the copious wetness coating him, spread over her inner thighs, as she obediently worked his shaft repeatedly. God, if he’d just let her. Just once!

“This isn’t about you right now, girl.” She cried out as he slapped first one breast, then the other, causing the globes to collide with one another. “Your job is to be quiet, and fuck me with that wet cunt. If you come, it’s incidental. Don’t forget it.”

“Yes… Sir,” she whispered, wanting to hide her face, the shame was so exquisite.

“Faster now. Come on, girl!”

Her hips slammed down upon him, his cock going so deep it took her breath away, the big head rubbing against the mouth of her womb in that odd mixture of pain/pleasure she experienced with cervical stimulation. The blindfold didn’t help her block out the vision of her breasts wobbling up and down under his avid gaze, the tips bright red from the cruel ministrations of his fingertips.

She felt a smaller, softer hand caress her ass. “How’s she doing?”

Erica froze. The coolness of the voice was unmistakable. Her Mistress.

“Jury’s still out on that one,” Blaine said, a twist of his hips grinding his hard cock deeper within her. “She’s been a good girl, mostly.”

Erica couldn’t quite stifle a whine at the sharp pain of the pinch to her ass. “I see you had to punish her. What’s she done?”

She trembled, her hands twisting helplessly within the leather of the arm binder.

“Oh nothing too bad, really,” Blaine said, his hands settling on the curves of her hips again. “She just needed a little reminder to do as she’s told.”

“Pity. I was looking forward to giving her some more if she’d really misbehaved.”

“Not having a reason’s never stopped you from disciplining her before. Why start now?”

The silence from her Mistress sent ice water through Erica’s veins. She imagined all manner of horrible implements in Kathryn’s capable hands. Implements intended to reinforce her submission, the proof of it written in lines of fire across her tender flesh.

“Get that ass moving, Erica.” Blaine squeezed her hips threateningly. “You work my cock until I tell you otherwise.”

“He shouldn’t have to tell you that,” Kathryn whispered in her ear. “I see we still have a long way to go with you.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Don’t say sorry to me, slut. It’s his cock you’re sitting on.” Kathryn’s hand landed a tremendous smack to Erica’s already roasted bottom, making her cry out. “Now get back to work.”

For a few moments, as the hand print throbbed painfully across her ass cheek, Erica wondered if perhaps her Mistress had retired.

Blaine chuckled. “Listen to your Mistress. Get on with it, girl.”

“Y—yes, Sir.” A tear slipped from beneath the blindfold, tracking a lonely trail down her cheek.

“How was the shale negotiation?” His voice was raised somewhat, moving on to other topics while his slave girl lunged up and down his thick shaft. “Did Collins sell?”

Dear God, they aren’t really going to talk about this now!

Kathryn gave a rueful laugh. “He tried to play hardball with us. Actually brought in his niece to propose new contract terms. The asshole.”

“Niece?” He groaned softly as Erica squeezed him, her lower lip caught in her teeth. She suppressed a victorious curve of her lips she feared might be seen as impertinence.

“Yeah, can you believe that shit? No warning, no nothing. She walks into the conference room and slaps down a codicil an inch thick. Apparently, she’s a contract lawyer — but she looked to me like she was just fresh out of law school. She was an idiot, but she had an ass on her that wouldn’t quit. Couldn’t have been a day older than our little rag doll here.”

Her Mistress’ hand ruffled Erica’s unruly curls, and she swallowed, dropping her head.

“I told you he’d try something.” Blaine’s hands stilled Erica’s writhing hips, her clit throbbing against him. “That offer was too good to be true. Let me guess, once he got wind of the size of the Bakken shale find, he upped the price, right?”

“Yep, Watkins and Miss Great Ass hashed it out for over an hour. I left about halfway through, disgusted with the whole thing. I wanted to wring Collins’ fat neck for pulling something like that.”

“What’d she cost us?” Blaine’s hips rolled beneath Erica and his hand patted her stinging ass. Time to continue.

Her Mistress sniffed. ”Five percent. She’d opened with fifteen, but Watkins told her to go fuck herself.”

Blaine chuckled. “Losing your edge, Kathryn? There was a time you’d have given them two percent and made them feel fortunate to get that.”

“Yeah, well, we all have our off days.”

Then the mattress dipped on one side.

Oh God, no!

She didn’t think it could have gotten worse having her Mistress walk in to see Erica sitting on Sir’s cock. But as usual, she was wrong.

“Those boobs of hers sure do bounce. Big girl!” Erica thought she might actually spontaneously combust with embarrassment.

Sir’s rough fingers claimed one wobbling globe, his thumb circling the taut aching tip. “We picked well didn’t we? I like to see—” his hips snapped violently up into her several times, and Erica grunted at each thrust, keenly aware of her breasts swinging up and down like church bells “— I prefer to see them hanging down as I fuck her though.”

“Like cow’s udders,” her Mistress offered helpfully, Erica whimpering out the mortification.

“This is nice change though, just once in a while,” Sir said, his voice thick. “Try it on for size.”

“Speaking of cow’s udders,” her Mistress said with a pleased tone. “Do you think she’ll get to see one of Kane’s girls? He’s supposed to be coming to the next Gathering.”

Blaine laughed, then groaned at a particularly strong twist of Erica’s hips. She was beginning not to care, her consciousness succumbing to the strength of her arousal. Her world revolved around the incredible feel of her Sir’s hard cock impaling her, repeatedly.

“If he brings — he usually does — at least one,” Sir grunted, lust thick in his voice. “Probably be Bella.”

The mattress moved once more, and her Mistress’ lips moved against Erica’s ear. “Leave some for later, slut.” She winced in pain as her Mistress nibbled on her earlobe “See you downstairs.”

Sir’s strong hands slammed her down upon him several times, the mix of pain and pleasure making her groan. She almost lost her balance at a particularly jarring thrust, but he caught her before she could topple over.

Her clit rasped against his wiry pubic hair, her pussy now complaining loudly at the repeated hard use it had seen this evening. She was so close, but his heavy thrusts and the way he held her tightly to him weren’t quite letting her get there. She whimpered in resignation as he groaned out his climax, his hips crashing upward repeatedly, jostling her so hard it rattled her teeth.

So close, yet so far.

But she knew he withheld her orgasms at his will. When she was with him, she knew he considered them his (like the rest of her) to give or withhold, entirely at his whim. It’s the way she secretly wanted it — that lack of choice — but she wasn’t sure if she was completely prepared for what that might mean. Every time she thought she had the two terrifying, beautiful dominants figured out, they subjected her to something new. It was both darkly exciting and terribly confusing.

Blaine came down slowly, his hands stroking her trembling thighs, fingers occasionally dipping to her stretched sex to feel the combination of their fluids leaking out onto him. She inhaled sharply as a fingertip grazed the hard nodule of her super sensitive clit. Another touch like that and she’d blast into orbit.

Christ, please, just one more touch.

His cruel, satisfied chuckle denied her. “Need to keep you just off a boil, bad girl. You haven’t earned another orgasm yet.”

Easing her off him onto her side, she trembled against him as he slipped the blindfold up off her eyes, kissing her fluttering eyelids.

“We need to find your bikini. We’ve got somewhere to be, gorgeous.”

Chapter Four

“I
want you on your knees under that blanket, Erica.”

“What — here? Seriously?” Little knots of people were clustered around them on the beach, but none were particularly close. She looked at her Mistress.

The flickering light from their fire pit reflected in Kathryn’s cold eyes, her lips a thin line across her strikingly beautiful face.

“Not a good idea to make her tell you again, Erica,” Blaine’s deep voice rumbled. “Just do what you’re told.”

Erica winced at the disappointment in his voice. “Yes, Sir.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips, and lowered her eyes. Kathryn, seated next to her, leaned in close, her breath warm on Erica's cheek. "So you hop right to it when your Sir tells you what to do. Why not with your Mistress?"

"I… I'm sorry.”

"Save it," Kathryn whispered, her voice barely audible above the crash of the distant surf. "That will be one of the first things we'll address if this goes further. For now, I want you on your fucking knees. Now."

"Yes, Mistress." Erica gulped. Their three chairs clustered on the beach in a semi-circle. She slipped off her chair, bumping into the knees of both her Sir and Mistress, seated to either side of her, surrounding her.

Erica knelt on the cold beach, a sharp withered stick poking into her shin. Her toes dug deep into the sand as she settled her bottom upon her bare heels. She could feel the ridiculously small thong bikini bottom dig into the crease of her ass as if it wanted to burrow into her body.

She scooted backward until her head ducked under the thick comforter that Blaine and Kathryn had stretched across their laps. The night wind, even in July, could be quite cold on the Pacific Northwest coastline. Tonight, the Fourth of July, was no different.

Someone nearby set off a battery of whistling, whining rockets, and Erica reflexively flinched.

Blaine cursed under his breath. "Idiots."

Slim, but strong fingers grasped Erica's chin, pulling her gaze up to her Mistress. Kathryn's eyes were gleeful. "I want you to suck Sir's cock."

"What?"

"Keep your fucking mouth shut, Erica." Kathryn's fingernails dug painfully into her cheek. "If you interrupt me again, you're getting an ass beating right here on the beach."

Erica’s eyes darted to Blaine. His cool smile and avid eyes told her she'd receive no aid from that quarter.

"As I was saying," Kathryn hissed, jerking Erica's gaze back to her. "You're going to suck his cock, and then you're going to put that tongue of yours to work on my pussy."

"Mistress… I can't do that."

"Why not?" A muscle clenched in her Mistress' delicate jaw, and Erica had to suppress a whimper.

"We're — in public."

Blaine chuckled, his big hand working at the drawstring of his warm-ups. At any other time, her mouth would be watering, her hands whispering over the tree-trunk thighs to help release him for the tender mercies of her lips. She loved to suck him, loved the taste of his heavy flesh on her tongue. But kneeling there on the night-shrouded beach, surrounded by people, all she could think about was possible arrest, her mug shot going viral on social media.

"You're covered by the blanket, it's dark and there's nobody close to us." Kathryn leaned forward, her eyes pinning Erica to the ground. "Stop making excuses."

"But they'll hear… "

Blaine's hard cock was out, his fist clenching it at the base. The blanket just barely covered the purple head, but Erica knew anyone looking would wonder what the man was doing. Still, it was quite dark on the beach, despite the faint light offered by their fire pit. Flickering, waving beams from various flashlights scattered here and there, punctuated by the occasional arc of sparks from a bottle. There were few remaining lights in town, most of them turned off for the impending fireworks show.

"Get to work, girl." Blaine's hand closed on the single braid of Erica's dark hair. "I want to feel those gorgeous lips of yours."

The heavy cock slapped against her mouth, demanding entry. She opened up, taking him in. Her hands moved to cup his large balls, to caress him as she serviced his hard cock.

"No, he just needs that mouth," Kathryn said, sharply. "You keep those hands to yourself."

Erica grasped the cold aluminum of the legs of Blaine's folding chair, darting her head forward to take him to the root. She hoped to God that nobody could see her head moving under the thick blanket.