Free Becoming Theirs (Dominion Trust Book 1) by Trent Evans Page B

heavy shaft several times on each of her breasts; the wet smacking sounds making Erica want to drop straight into the Earth.
    She looked up into Sir’s eyes, searching their depths, the metallic scent of his cum strong in her nostrils. “Rub it in, Erica. I want to see it all over.”
    Reluctantly, she spread his semen over the slopes of her breasts. He helped her, his fingers massaging it into her nipples, smoothing the viscous fluid over her wide areolas.
    “There, much better,” he said, grinning. “Now, time for you to give Kathryn a little relief don’t you think?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    She turned to Mistress, glad to have sensation back in her lips, but knowing that was soon to change. Erica froze, seeing what Mistress held in her outstretched palm.
    “I think we need something else for those nipples of yours.”
    “Mistress, please.”
    “No?” She slapped Erica’s breast sending it swinging. She felt the shaming blush warm her cheeks. Kathryn’s viper-quick hand struck the other breast, making it sway as well, Erica gasping at the pain. “What have we talked about, slut?”
    “I—I don’t know.”
    A bright series of flashes, like strobe lights, lit up the night behind Erica, the glare lending an unsettling starkness to the pretty contours of her Mistress’ face. Her eyes looked as cold as the night winds Erica could feel even under the shelter of the blanket. “Try again. Think.”
    The pressure of such a question had her near panic. She didn’t want to disappoint her demanding Mistress, but the fact was that they’d talked about many things. Where was she going with this?
    Blaine’s hand whispered a caress over Erica’s cheek. “Concentrate, girl. This isn’t a trick question.”
    “It might as well be, Blaine.” Mistress lifted her chin, her lips down turned. “She doesn’t pay any attention. Show her a penis, and her brain apparently shuts down.”
    “Kathryn, I don’t know about—”
    “It’s true. All the girl can think about is bouncing her cunt on that big cock of yours.”
    Blaine stiffened, his voice lowering. “Kathryn, that’s enough.”
    For the first time, Erica saw uncertainty in her Mistress’ eyes — or perhaps it was just the crazy play of light and shadow created by the strobe-light fireworks.
    Kathryn shook her head, a rueful smile curving her lips. “Maybe, I’m overreacting Blaine. I just want so much for her. I expect the best.”
    “I know you do. Just help her. She’ll get there.” He turned his gaze on Erica, a hardness back in his eyes. “You need to pay more attention. If this is going to work, you need to learn to obey, and more than that, anticipate.”
    Going to work? There it was again. Were they considering it? She dared not let the possibility steal its way into her heart. The thought had her pulse pounding, her pussy lubricating anew. Perhaps it was possible to live one’s dream after all?
    “Now, where were we?” Kathryn leaned down, seizing one of Erica’s hard nipples between pinching fingers. Erica hissed, the pitch of her voice sliding upward, as the clamp pinched fully down. Her Mistress had placed the device at the base of the nipple, the pinch morphing quickly into a deep, sharp ache that seemed to spear through the center of her breast. Tears instantly sprang to her eyes at the overwhelming pain.
    “Ah God! I don’t… ” Erica shook her head as her Mistress flicked the heavy clamp with a finger. “That looks to be on alright. I’ll bet that hurts!”
    Erica couldn’t help but nod vigorously at the statement; despite the fact her Mistress appeared to be ignoring her. The look in her cruel Mistress’ eye told Erica that she was seeing her as nothing more than a pair of breasts to be hurt.
    The thought sent a surge of moisture between the lips of her lonely pussy.
    “Now,” Kathryn said, leaning back, her fingers easing aside the gusset of her panties to expose a smooth, glistening sex. “It’s my turn. If you don’t make