Free Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 by Trent Evans

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.
    "That's a girl, all the way now." Blaine's hand pulled steadily on her hair, ensuring she couldn't pull back far, making her take him deep. She stuck her tongue out, willing her gag reflex to subside as the broad head opened her throat. Her pulse pounded in her ears as his hand stroked her throat. "Breathe out with it, girl. Take the rest now."
    She felt tears at the corners of her eyes as her nose brushed the pubic hair at the base of his cock. His implacable hand held her there a moment, her throat clicking. When he allowed her to pull back, she drew in a quick breath before his hands drew her down once more. Several times, to his murmured approval, she took the full measure of his considerable length deep into her throat.
    "The girl’s getting better at this," Blaine said, his voice strained. Erica loved that note of abandon she could hear in his deep tones as she sucked him. If she were honest with herself, she'd say this was what she most enjoyed — giving her Master pleasure, whether it be with her oft used mouth, or her frequently lonely, bereft pussy.
    "That tongue needs a lot more practice licking pussy though," Kathryn said, a smile curving her cruel, red lips. "She'll get it too if this works out."
    Erica's gaze snapped up to hers, even as her lips continued their loving attention to the hot length filling her mouth. They'd all talked about where this arrangement was going. Though she was originally just a play submissive, a toy for Blaine to spank and fuck whenever the urge struck him, something had changed when his wife had joined in the fun. A new, darker energy grew between the three of them, Erica's anguish and ecstasy the nexus of it. What did her Mistress mean about things working out?
    Kathryn's eyes hardened. "Pay attention to what you're doing, slut."
    Erica dropped her gaze, licking along the pulsing underside of Blaine's heavy cock, his length leaving a wet trail of her saliva along her cheek. "Fuck yes," he groaned. His hand squeezed her hair, and she grunted at the flash of pain flooding her scalp.
    Sir's thighs stiffened, his heavy hand on top of her head stilling her movements. His cock throbbed insistently