Free Enslaved by Shoshanna Evers

“Permission to come, sir?”
    “Yes, go ahead.”
    Her vaginal wall muscles clamped around his fist, her entire body spasming with an orgasm that was at once painful and exhilarating. When he removed his hand, she screamed as if she’d birthed a child.
    “That was beautiful, Elisabeth. I love your orgasm face even more than I love your so-called happy face.”
    “Which happy face?” she asked, completely forgetting how she bratted him that first night.
    She winced as he gave her a hard, swift smack on her clit with his still-slick hand.
    “That one.”

    G regory’s apartment in the city felt roomier, too roomy, in fact, without Elisabeth around. She often used to follow him around from room to room when he was home, always looking for attention or for a way to be naughty. He loved a brat. Most men and many Doms didn’t, but any excuse to skip straight to the fun was good for him.
    He knew Andrew was living in an apartment in the Village. Would he consider moving into Gregory’s building on the Upper East Side? He’d inherited it from his parents, and while its worth was considerable there was no reason for him to sell it and move, since it suited his needs perfectly.
    It was a bit soon to ask Andrew to be a live-in slave, surely. He didn’t seem to be the same sort as Elisabeth, who begged for a slave contract in exchange for his total dominance over her. Gregory hadn’t realized her mother had just passed away when he first took her in or he would have insisted she give herself time to grieve and go through the mourning process before making life decisions like that. The girl didn’t tell him that one important fact until nearly six months later, when they had already developed a routine and a fondness for each other.
    No, Andrew was a different sort. More of the type of guy who’d appreciate romance. Going out on dates. Dinner and movies, perhaps. What did one do on a date with another man? When he was in college and completely closeted, he dated girls and fucked guys. This would be his first real adult relationship with someone he had strong emotional feelings for.
    A little late to the party, but better now than never. He still had the best years of his life in front of him. Especially if he could share it with a guy as cute as Andrew. Ugh, cute. What a horrible word to describe another grown man, but it fit the kid, for God’s sake. So. Fucking. Cute.
    With a sigh, Gregory stood and stretched. He’d already gotten into his robe and slippers for the evening, but he’d have to get dressed to go out again and see Andrew at WhipperSnapper. Unless Andrew wanted to come to him after work . . . then the robe could stay, or be discarded as necessary.

    “I t’s time for Elisabeth to learn how to ride,” Trevor announced to Adele, and almost instantly, arrangements were made so they could go back up to his stables.
    Elisabeth’s lower lip, which he could see she’d touched up with lip gloss during the car ride, dropped ever so slightly as the scenery opened up to the beautiful rolling hills of the countryside and the rustic stables that housed the horses. The night was still young, and if he could get her on a horse soon, she’d experience her first ride at sunset.
    Perfect.
    “Let’s go meet the horses,” he said.
    “I want to, but you should probably know I’m kind of scared of heights.”
    “A horse really isn’t that high up. Let’s just try it and see how it feels. How does that sound?”
    “Like an order from a Dom?”
    Trevor laughed and let Willa out of her stable, giving her some sugar cubes and petting her mane before he saddled her up, making sure the saddle wouldn’t slip. “We’re losing light. Come on, you’ll love it.”
    “Okay, sir. I’m ready.”
    “Elisabeth, meet Willa. Willa, meet Elisabeth.” With that brief introduction, which had the intended effect of putting a smile on her face, Trevor hoisted her into the saddle. “How’s that feel?”
    “Hurts a bit