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

doing?”
    Erica froze. The coolness of the voice was unmistakable. Her Mistress.
    “Jury’s still out on that one,” Blaine said, a twist of his hips grinding his hard cock deeper within her. “She’s been a good girl, mostly.”
    Erica couldn’t quite stifle a whine at the sharp pain of the pinch to her ass. “I see you had to punish her. What’s she done?”
    She trembled, her hands twisting helplessly within the leather of the arm binder.
    “Oh nothing too bad, really,” Blaine said, his hands settling on the curves of her hips again. “She just needed a little reminder to do as she’s told.”
    “Pity. I was looking forward to giving her some more if she’d really misbehaved.”
    “Not having a reason’s never stopped you from disciplining her before. Why start now?”
    The silence from her Mistress sent ice water through Erica’s veins. She imagined all manner of horrible implements in Kathryn’s capable hands. Implements intended to reinforce her submission, the proof of it written in lines of fire across her tender flesh.
    “Get that ass moving, Erica.” Blaine squeezed her hips threateningly. “You work my cock until I tell you otherwise.”
    “He shouldn’t have to tell you that,” Kathryn whispered in her ear. “I see we still have a long way to go with you.”
    “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
    “Don’t say sorry to me, slut. It’s his cock you’re sitting on.” Kathryn’s hand landed a tremendous smack to Erica’s already roasted bottom, making her cry out. “Now get back to work.”
    For a few moments, as the hand print throbbed painfully across her ass cheek, Erica wondered if perhaps her Mistress had retired.
    Blaine chuckled. “Listen to your Mistress. Get on with it, girl.”
    “Y—yes, Sir.” A tear slipped from beneath the blindfold, tracking a lonely trail down her cheek.
    “How was the shale negotiation?” His voice was raised somewhat, moving on to other topics while his slave girl lunged up and down his thick shaft. “Did Collins sell?”
    Dear God, they aren’t really going to talk about this now!
    Kathryn gave a rueful laugh. “He tried to play hardball with us. Actually brought in his niece to propose new contract terms. The asshole.”
    “Niece?” He groaned softly as Erica squeezed him, her lower lip caught in her teeth. She suppressed a victorious curve of her lips she feared might be seen as impertinence.
    “Yeah, can you believe that shit? No warning, no nothing. She walks into the conference room and slaps down a codicil an inch thick. Apparently, she’s a contract lawyer — but she looked to me like she was just fresh out of law school. She was an idiot, but she had an ass on her that wouldn’t quit. Couldn’t have been a day older than our little rag doll here.”
    Her Mistress’ hand ruffled Erica’s unruly curls, and she swallowed, dropping her head.
    “I told you he’d try something.” Blaine’s hands stilled Erica’s writhing hips, her clit throbbing against him. “That offer was too good to be true. Let me guess, once he got wind of the size of the Bakken shale find, he upped the price, right?”
    “Yep, Watkins and Miss Great Ass hashed it out for over an hour. I left about halfway through, disgusted with the whole thing. I wanted to wring Collins’ fat neck for pulling something like that.”
    “What’d she cost us?” Blaine’s hips rolled beneath Erica and his hand patted her stinging ass. Time to continue.
    Her Mistress sniffed. ”Five percent. She’d opened with fifteen, but Watkins told her to go fuck herself.”
    Blaine chuckled. “Losing your edge, Kathryn? There was a time you’d have given them two percent and made them feel fortunate to get that.”
    “Yeah, well, we all have our off days.”
    Then the mattress dipped on one side.
    Oh God, no!
    She didn’t think it could have gotten worse having her Mistress walk in to see Erica sitting on Sir’s cock. But as usual, she was wrong.
    “Those boobs of hers sure do