Free HerCreed-ARE-epub by JenniferKacey Page A

“Slow. Slow.”
    Meghan followed directions to a T. And this time, she never pulled them back out. One steady thrust seated both toys inside her. The one in her pussy was curved toward the front, riding her g-spot as she straightened to her full height. Turning to face the middle of the ring, KC watched a naked Layla kneel a few feet away.
    When she caught KC staring, her mauve nipples tightened.
    Meghan attached the straps around KC’s hips, tightening the strap-on.
    KC grabbed the thick dick jutting from her hips and ran her hand over it a few times.
    “Clothes, Miss?” Meghan asked her, still from her knees.
    “Torturer,” KC called to the other woman on her knees, wearing nothing but a sneer and a tiny triangle of hair decorating her soon-to-be abused snatch. “Spread your legs. More. There. Now spread your pussy lips open with one hand, and get your fingers on your clit with the other. Don’t you dare come, or you’re going to regret it.” The loser hesitated, gritted her teeth, and then followed her orders.
    “You’ll thank me later. Or not.”
    Facing Meghan, she stroked her hair and lifted her chin. “Yes. All of it. And there’s two somethings in the bottom of the bag I want too.”
    Quickly, KC stood fully dressed in her battle gear. She’d taken her hair out of the braid as Meghan had dressed her. She removed a detachable front flap on her skirt so her cock wasn’t impeded by the garment. Handing the extra piece of leather back to Meghan, she traded her for the two items she’d asked for earlier, which she hooked on a loop from her skirt.
    “Anything else, Miss?”
    “Rise.” She took Meghan’s hand and helped her to her feet. Lifting her chin, KC bent and spoke against Meghan’s lips. “Thank you for your help.” She kissed her softly and stood again.
    “May I assist you again, Miss? When you fight next…” Her voice trailed off, and she averted her eyes.
    KC tipped up her chin, forcing her to look at her again. “I’d like that very much.”
    Meghan’s smile lit the room and she curtsied. ‘Thank you, Miss.” She curtsied again and gathered the bag to leave the ring.
    “Meghan?”
    “Yes?”
    “I need you to do one more thing for me.”
    “Anything.”
    KC closed the distance between them and whispered in her ear.
    Her slave glanced at the woman behind KC on her knees. “Yes, Miss. I know the very one.”
    “Hurry.”
    KC twisted back around, approaching the woman she was about to take.
    Defile.
    Use.
    She sure as hell liked the last two.
    As she approached, Layla’s eyelids fluttered open. KC stepped close, reveling in the moment. A beautiful naked woman at her feet, so close to coming she could scent her pussy as she stared downward. “Stop, and put your hands behind your back.”
    A bit of a growl came from the other woman, and it took her a couple seconds to comply.
    “Tsk, tsk.”
    “I stopped,” she grumbled.
    “But you also closed your legs, and I don’t remember telling you to do that.” KC waited, staring her down.
    Layla finally moved her legs apart. A couple inches.
    “Take too long next time…and you won’t like the consequences.”
    “Get on with it,” she snarled.
    “No.” KC unclipped one of the things from her skirt and wrapped it around Layla’s throat. “A collar, so you know exactly who you belong to for the next bit.”
    The muscles of the other woman’s jaw flexed, but she remained quiet as KC buckled it to its smallest notch. Several large rings hung from the leather equidistant around her throat.
    “Here are the rules,” KC told her as she circled behind her.
    “Rules,” the other woman scoffed.
    KC snatched a handful of her hair and wrenched her backward, off-balance.
    The other woman yanked her hands out from behind her back, latching onto KC’s wrists.
    “Rule number one,” KC snarled in her face as Layla opened her mouth to bitch some more. “You’ve officially lost your right to speak. Except in one instance. When