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

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 me come before the show starts, I’m going to cane your ass when we get home.”
    Erica gasped, both at the searing pain of the clamps and the prospect of the fiery kiss of her Mistress’ cane. She’d felt it enough times to fear it, the mere mention of it making her body tremble. She squeezed her eyes shut.
    Deep breaths, Erica. You can do it.
    She inhaled, shuddering, even that small movement hurting her further. The pain was so overwhelming, her nipples crushed in the steel jaws of the merciless clamps. She knew she couldn’t do it, no matter how hard she tried.
    “Mistress, please.” Her voice was a broken whisper, the tears tracking down her cheeks anew.
    “Shh, calm down now, girl. You’ve done this before.” Sir looked down at her with a fond curve of his lips.
    “It — It hurts, Sir.”
    Blaine’s hand caressed Erica’s wet cheek, his thumb playing through the tracks of her tears. She leaned her face into his touch, a soft sob escaping her lips. “It’s supposed to hurt, Erica. Be a good girl, and take care of your Mistress now.”
    “Yes, S—Sir.” More tears coursed down Erica’s face, but her pussy was as wet as her cheeks. How she’d ever gotten to the point where such pain turned her on, she’d never know. She didn’t particularly want to think about it.
    “You’re coddling her, Blaine,” Kathryn said in a gentle voice, the smooth tones and cadence belying her irritation. Her Mistress was a tough woman to satisfy, but despite herself, Erica found her body reacted to the cruelty, the injustice of her treatment at the hands of the beautiful, brutal Kathryn. It was yet another revelation Erica wasn’t ready to examine too closely.
    His strong hand patted Erica’s cheek gently. “Do what we’ve taught you, Erica. Don’t let me down.”
    Blaine’s words made her shiver. The last thing on Earth she wanted to do was disappoint her Sir.