Becoming Theirs (Dominion Trust Book 1) by Trent Evans

woman whom he might enjoy meeting. He hadn’t even thought about it with any deliberateness. Blaine had brought young, naive women into their bed before, of course. Kathryn had always reveled in it, soaking up the wide-eyed innocence exposed to the realities of a world of possibilities, to treatment equal parts tender and cruel.
    That night Kathryn had come to exchange phones with him, having somehow left hers in his coat pocket. He’d barely spoken two words to Erica, but his cock was already hard for her, already imagining what those long legs would look like stretched out before him, her lush bottom quivering over his lap, her nervous breathing as she waited for her spanking to begin.
    He’d watched Kathryn moving through the dazzling light of the courtyard, her gleaming golden plaits washing over the thick collar of her coat. God, she was so beautiful! She’d stopped dead upon seeing the girl he sat with.
    Erica hadn’t seen her yet though, her trembling attention fixated on Blaine’s fingers as they stroked her open palm he held in his hands.
    His wife’s glittering eyes met his, the naked fire in them quickening his heartbeat, his cock throbbing further. He’d walked to her then, hoping his coat hid the obvious bulge he was sure would be visible at his crotch.
    “That’s her. Make her ours, Blaine.”
    Those words had started it all for them, begun the journey — and with luck, they both hoped the new chapter in that journey, would begin tonight.
    Nevertheless, he wondered. They’d never taken it this far before, and they’d planned to take things much further still. There was always a danger in it, introducing a third, subordinate though she’d definitely be — to the both of them. It was for that reason alone that he thought it just might work.
    Having a slave meant responsibility, work, and diligence. Kathryn would be up to the task, and then some. In a way, he actually felt a little sorry for the girl. Though he’d seen her pussy react to Kathryn every bit as strongly as she reacted to him, he knew the young woman had no real concept of what she was truly getting herself into.
    “Then if she passes your little test, you’ll have what you wanted, Kathryn.”
    Her eyes stared off toward the dark expanse of the sea. “A slave.”
    Blaine’s hand closed over hers, squeezing. “Ours.”
    * * *
     
    Erica awoke to the movement of the bed. The room was pitch black, and she looked around groggily for light, any light. Then she remembered the blindfold.
    “Sleep well?” Sir’s voice. The bed moved again, and she felt the warmth of his naked body next to her, his side pressing to her naked breasts, the hairs tickling her.
    “Yeah… how long was I?”
    “Awhile. It’s dark now. Time to head to the beach in a bit.”
    Strong hands hooked under her arms, helping her to sit up, the blackness behind the blindfold disorienting her for a moment. “Ahh, this… ”
    She twisted within the arm binder, her fingers working in the soft cloth balled in her palms.
    “Stop that,” Sir said, a hand slapping her breast, sending it bouncing. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
    “I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just … need to get loose.” Her hands were sweaty, and she wanted them out, to feel the fresh, cool air kiss her clammy skin again.
    “You’re not getting out of that binder until I say so. You can start by doing what you’re told. Now stop fidgeting.”
    Hard hands captured her breasts, kneading the vulnerable flesh, her treacherous nipples tightening against his grip. “As much as I like what your struggling does to these tits of yours, I don’t want you injured.” He bounced a breast in his palm then let it drop, his finger tapping her chin. “Be a good girl now.”
    She nodded with a whimper, curling into herself, trying vainly to find some way to feel less … vulnerable. It felt like her breasts had spotlights on them.
    “Just follow my lead, girl.” His hands pulled on her arms, drawing her