Free Under His Domain by Kelly Favor

  “Hey, Dad,” he said, turning his back to her.
    As he listened to whatever his father was
saying, Kennedy couldn’t help but stare admiringly and longingly at his
incredible body.   His back muscles
were moving, writhing as he changed positions, as if trying to flex for
her—except she knew he wasn’t doing any such thing.   His body was just that tight and toned.
    And his ass was powerful, large and
strong, joined by his tree-trunk thighs that had been honed from years kicking
in the gym.
    He was like a Greek god, and he was all
hers.
    “Dad, we still need to get ready,” Easton explained.   “We can’t meet you at the range until at least an hour from now.   Can you wait or not?”
    There was a long silence and Easton threw
his head back and stared at the ceiling, clearly annoyed.   “I said we’ll get there as fast as we can.   You
just called me—you realize that you’ve given me no notice whatsoever… .right .   I know , I’m pretending to be a big shot to impress you, Dad.   Uh huh…yeah, I’m bringing her
along.   She can’t wait to meet
you.   See you soon.”
    Easton hung up the phone and turned
around, his large penis swinging, totally unselfconscious about his
nudity.   He stared at the cell phone
in his hands as if it had tried to hurt him.
    “Everything okay?” Kennedy asked.
    “We should get a move on,” Easton said,
distracted.   “Dad wants us to meet
him at the range in an hour.”
    “What range?”
    “The shooting range,” Easton replied.
    Kennedy didn’t even know what to
say.   She hadn’t exactly bought her
new outfits expecting to go shooting, and she’d never fired a gun in her life.
    But when in Rome…
    “I’ll change,” she said, hurrying over to
her bags of clothes to try and find something that would work, knowing nothing
would be right for the occasion.    
    I’ll
change.
    The words seemed to echo over and over
again in her mind, and Kennedy was suddenly hit with a powerful realization of
just how deadly that phrase really was.

 
    ***

 
      Easton pulled up in a gravel lot next to
a rusty blue car with a cracked windshield.
    There was only one other car in the
entire lot, a large pickup truck.  
    “What’s this?” Kennedy asked, as he
turned the car off.   “Where’s your
dad”
    Easton had been preoccupied ever since
getting the call from his father.   “ He’s   here somewhere.”
    “Here?   I thought we were going to a firing
range.”
    “Yeah, this is the range.”   Easton opened his door and got out of
the car.
    Kennedy’s brow furrowed, and she got out
too.   As she caught up to Easton,
she managed a last glance back at the blue rust bucket with the cracked
windshield, and she happened to notice that it had a “rejected” inspection
sticker.
    “I don’t get it.   This doesn’t seem like a firing range,”
she continued, nervous as they started walking through a path into a patch of
trees.
    “Well,” Easton said, not looking at her,
“that’s more of a term we use to describe it, not necessarily a completely
accurate one though.”
    She didn’t understand, but she decided
that it wasn’t worth questioning.   They came out of the trees and entered a large field.   Just as they did so, a loud CRACK CRACK
CRACK pierced the air in rapid succession.
    Kennedy flinched and ducked.
    Laughter echoed, howling, floating into
the sky.
    Easton put his hand on her back.   “You okay?”
    “Yeah, I—I think so,” she said,
feeling shaken from the shocking sound.
    She turned her head and saw two men
looking over at them.   The two men
were holding large guns and standing next to a table that looked strangely placed
in the middle of this overgrown field that was strewn with junk.
    “Scare ya?” one of the men shouted, and
then they both laughed again.
    Kennedy and Easton exchanged
glances.   “I should probably have
warned you in advance,” Easton said.   “The old man is a little bit wacky.”
    “Okay, well