Free HerCreed-ARE-epub by JenniferKacey Page B

you’re ready to come, you will beg me to let you come. Beg. Me.”
    After a few seconds Layla opened her mouth, and KC simply raised her eyebrows.
    The other woman closed her lips and nodded with a frown.
    “Rule number two. You will not close your legs to me.” She yanked her back up and onto her knees so she could face the other side of the ring where Meghan was stepping into the space through the open section of bars. She held two more items, and KC’s pussy and ass sucked on the dildos inside her as Meghan approached. “Slave, put the spreader bar between her thighs.” KC squeezed Layla’s hair hard enough to hurt, but the woman finally learned some manners because she remained silent.
    As Meghan knelt before her, she handed a single strap of thin leather to KC, and then set to affixing the spreader bar with wider straps around Layla’s thighs.
    Not an ankle spreader bar. She didn’t want her having any ability to rub her pussy lips against her clit to get off. Coming would only happen when KC had her fill. And only then. KC also wanted nothing to impede her ability to get as close as possible when she was fucking Layla’s puckered hole.
    Won’t be puckered by the time I’m done with it.
    “Done, Miss.”
    “One more thing.” KC unhooked the last item she’d attached to her skirt earlier and held it out to her slave. “Bind her wrists behind her back for me. The only thing I want to fight now is her asshole.”
    Meghan moved behind Layla and pulled her arms behind her. She didn’t have handcuffs or anything so harsh. She didn’t want to unintentionally injure the other woman. Intentional pain? Quite different.
    She smiled as Meghan placed Layla’s bent arms one on top of each other at the small of her back, and then wrapped the wide-leather, double-arm cuff around them both. It attached by snaps along the long end, more than effectively binding her arms together.
    Breath sawed in and out of Layla’s lungs, and a small tremor made her body dance as KC finally released her hair and stepped in front of her. Her entire demeanor had changed when Meghan bound her. She was a different girl altogether.
    Someone seemed to have a fetish for bondage. Hot. Hardcore kinds of need to take what she’d won thrummed inside KC.
    Dropping the strip of leather at her feet, she smoothed Layla’s bangs to the side. She grabbed her fake cock by the base and smoothed it across Layla’s lips. “Get it good and wet. It’s the only lube your little asshole’s going to get when I bend you over.”
    Layla whimpered, but opened her mouth to take her cock.
    KC grabbed her hair to stop her. “And if you’re enthusiastic about it, I might even spit on My hole before I fuck it.” She let her hair go, and it didn’t take Layla three seconds to take most of the fake dick into her mouth.
    The crowd murmured all around the ring with a hum of sexual tension.
    Her slave sat back on her heels behind Layla. Watching, wanting.
    “Meghan.”
    She shook herself and stared up at KC.
    “You’ve done impeccably, and I want to reward you.”
    Her slave stood, bouncing with excitement.
    “Your reward is waiting for you in the corner.” KC glanced over at Boomer and nodded.  He stared at her and then at Meghan, his erection tenting the front of his pants.
    “Miss?” Confusion laced the one-word question as she took a step closer.
    “You’re going to repeat this to the fighter in the corner. Ready?”
    Biting her lip with a nod was all the woman seemed to be able to manage.
    “I want him to hold you in his lap. Your pussy toward me so I can see what you’re doing. Your legs wide. Are you wearing panties?”
    She nodded.
    KC focused on Layla for a second. Every time the woman on her knees sucked on the dildo it jostled the dicks inside KC. Wetness slid from her core, running down the inside of her leg. Fuck, she looked pretty with her mouth full of cock.
    “Perfect,” KC nodded, then glanced again at Meghan. “Have him hold them