Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 by Trent Evans Page A

Blaine.”
    He kissed her, spinning her around and slamming her back against the dark wood siding. She dropped the glass to the deck, wetness splashing against his foot. He forced his leg between hers, the heat of her cunt raised up on the hard muscles of his thigh. Her hands reached for his face and he batted them away, clutching them in one fist. He wrenched her head to the side, exposing the whiteness of her delicate throat to him.
    She gasped as his lips found her soft flesh, nipped her skin. “When this is over tonight, you and I.” He caught a soft breast in his hand, squeezing brutally, her whimper drowned in his mouth. “We’re going to help remind you where you stand in this marriage.”
    “Why not now,” she breathed, twisting her hips, grinding her heat into his thigh. “Show me.”
    Blaine’s quelling finger pressed to her lips. “That’s for me to decide, woman.” He extricated his leg, to a disappointed murmur. “First, we need to talk.”
    Kathryn’s gaze dropped to the wet planks. “Now that’s a waste of some good Malbec.”
    Blaine crossed his arms over his chest, his skin breaking out in gooseflesh in the cool night breeze. “You’re sure about this?”
    Kathryn blew out a breath, both hands grasping the rail. The wind caught her hair, twirling it like an ephemeral windsock for a moment. “Yes. Can’t you see?”
    Blaine saw it. He felt it, the restlessness of his strong-willed wife. She submitted to him, in all things, and had from the very beginning. But that strong will needed an outlet, a focus.
    They’d both enjoyed his taming of Kathryn’s willfulness in the beginning (and they still enjoyed it now), and yet with the passage of the years, and the blossoming of his once reticent wife into the fierce, driven corporate shark she was today, a new need had surfaced — one they both knew he was ill-equipped to satisfy.
    Then she’d seen her. It happened quite by accident, really. Blaine’s friend Cam (a woman who was quite aware of his particular tastes) had told him she knew of a 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