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

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.”
    * * *
     
    E rica 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 toward him, and for the millionth time she cursed the arm binder for preventing her from embracing him. The damned thing ensured that everywhere Erica went, she led with her breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen at the thought, and Blaine chuckled somewhere in front of her.
    “Eager?”
    “No, Sir,” she lied. She couldn’t tell if the cool wetness between her thighs was her own juices or Sir’s seed. He rarely gave her leave to allow her to clean his semen from her sex, and this time was no different.
    He clasped her waist tightly, and she stiffened. “Lift your leg up now. There you go.”
    Oh, please let it be this.
    Something hot and hard touched her inner thighs, and she barely suppressed an exultant yell. She loved being on top of her Sir. It was so rarely allowed during her visits that she regarded it as a true gift, allowing her to grind her clit against him as they fucked. He allowed her to ride his cock, but still he controlled her, directed her movements. Her physical proximity to him meant nothing — he was still her Sir in every sense.
    The broad head of his cock slipped between swollen, sensitive labia and she slid down, down. Erica panted as he spread her wide once more, her pussy unexpectedly sore from the earlier encounter. He must have been even harder on her than she’d thought.
    Her pussy spasmed at the thought, making her wince.
    Hands squeezed her waist. “Stay very still Erica. Very still. I want to look at you.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, dropping her head even though she was blindfolded. She knew he was watching the rise and fall of her proffered breasts, even as the hot blush spread from her cheeks down her neck. Such was the one drawback of the position — total exposure to him. From the flush of her cheeks to her bouncing breasts (as she had no doubt they would be once he worked her up to speed) down to the bare pussy stretching around his thick, throbbing cock.