Free Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 by Trent Evans Page A

within the clutch of her soft lips. He murmured something to Kathryn, who drew the blanket fully across their laps, enclosing Erica in deep darkness.
    "Blaine? Kathryn? Is that you guys?" Erica didn't recognize the man's voice, but she trembled, kneeling there with a man's erect penis in her mouth, sucking him off like a five-dollar whore.
    "Mike Lindsley?" Blaine said, his voice somewhat strained. He shifted forward, Erica guessing he was probably shaking the man's hand. "Holy shit, man. What're you doing out here?"
    "Visiting the parents in P-town. Thought Becca and I would come out to the coast for a change of pace. Get away from the city, you know? It’s nice to see you again, Kathryn."
    "You too, Mike." The cool tone of her voice told her that her Mistress thought him being here was anything but nice. Kathryn's hand stroked Erica's shoulder, an incongruously gentle gesture from her normally strict Mistress.
    The two men made small talk for a few minutes, Kathryn adding a word here and there to keep up appearances. Though Erica knew it would probably get her in trouble, her tongue teased along Blaine's cock, the sinuous movements making him shift subtly. His hand tightened on the crown of her head, and she decided not to push her luck any farther. She wished the man would just leave!
    Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the interloper moved away with Blaine's best wishes and a squeeze of her Master’s hand on her tresses.
    "Get on with it," Kathryn said, easing the blanket down enough so that she could watch Erica work. "You've still got a cunt to lick when you're done sucking my husband's cock."
    She nodded, knowing he'd punish her if she had the temerity to pull Blaine’s erection from between her lips.
    Erica sucked avidly, her head bobbing up and down on her Master’s big penis, his hands holding her hair away from her face as she serviced him. She looked up at him as she worked, his gaze, heavy with lust, locked with hers. His jaw clenched, and she felt his cock swell even further, his orgasm almost upon him.
    His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her off his cock. The burning in her scalp wasn’t enough to overcome her urge to lick his shaft, her tongue reaching for him. He shook his head, pulling her just out of reach. “I want those tits out, Erica.”
    “What?”
    “You heard what he said, girl,” Kathryn said, menace lacing her husky voice. “I’m getting tired of you questioning orders.”
    “Please, no—”
    “Quiet.” Kathryn’s fingers clawed at the neckline of the white t-shirt they'd permitted Erica to wear. The bikini top was laughably inadequate in keeping Erica’s breasts covered, so they’d allowed her this modest covering before heading down to the beach for the show. “Take off this damned thing.”
    Erica’s eyes darted from her Mistress to Sir, hoping for leniency. This was going farther than she’d anticipated. Still, she wanted to show them they’d made the right decision, that she was the one for them.
    “Do what she says.”
    She moved to pull the shirt over her head, her eyes drawn to Blaine’s fist gliding up and down the glistening, veined length of his cock.
    “No, wait.” Kathryn leaned down yanking at the bottom of the shirt. “Just pull it up.”
    Erica rucked the shirt up under her arms, her breasts in the tiny bikini top bare to the cold air.
    “Take that top off too. Keep your shirt up when you’re done.”
    Erica complied, untying the top and letting it fall to her lap. Blaine’s fist stroked his cock faster. She pulled her shirt back above her breasts, feeling her nipples pebble to stones against the night chill.
    “God, I love her nipples. Unbelievable,” Blaine murmured, grinning.
    “They’re certainly long,” her Mistress growled, her hand reaching out to pinch one between cruel fingertips. “Impudent.”
    Warmth suffused Erica’s cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to the sand. This night was getting more surreal by the minute.
    “Get