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

She’d do anything for him, anything at all. Just his touch — even if he was relishing her pain, her misery — was enough to lend her strength.
    Erica shuffled her knees across the cold sand, the crackling sound of more fireworks in the distance startling her. She knew she was just one in this sea of people, a girl, a slave, there to serve her Sir and Mistress. The thought gave her some peace, even as her nipples throbbed, ached within the prison of their clamps.
    Kathryn’s hand burrowed into Erica’s thick hair, the woman’s long nails scratching her scalp. “Get in there slut, I’m not going to tell you again.”
    Erica let the woman’s hand pull her head forward, her lips pressing to the soft, wet labia. Her scent overpowered Erica for a moment. She loved the smell of her Mistress, though she’d never confessed as much. Both of them reveled in her discomfort and her pain; they’d take advantage of such knowledge, use it against her somehow.
    “Just the lips” Kathryn admonished, squeezing Erica’s hair in a fist. “The clit can wait, for now.”
    “I’m not so sure about that,” Blaine said. “Show starts in five minutes.”
    “She’ll never make it. “ The disappointment was plain in her Mistress’ tone. “The slut spent too much time swallowing your cock, Blaine.”
    Laughter rumbled from Blaine. “She was a good girl, too.”
    Erica wanted to beam at the praise; such a kindness sparsely doled out to an eager, long-suffering submissive. Erica wouldn’t have it any other way, hard though that fact may have been at times.
    She didn’t want things to be easy; she wanted to be pushed, controlled — even forced. Working at the direction of another had a purity to it, a simplicity that relieved her, in an odd way. There was peace to be found in submission, contentment in obedience … and pleasure, even in the pain.
    Erica eagerly lapped at the wet pussy, licking between the folds, tasting the spicy juices of her Mistress. Her hands stroked over the trim thighs, luxuriating in touching the woman who so rarely allowed such contact.
    “Slow down, Erica. That’s it, get it right in. Yes!”
    Blaine chuckled. “Keep a lid on it, honey.”
    “Oh God, that’s it, slut,” Kathryn hissed, her legs clenched tightly, the firm flesh of the thighs warm over Erica’s ears. Her hearing muffled, everything was her Mistress, her scent, her wetness on her tongue, her lips. Fingers twisted into Erica’s hair, holding her fast.
    Erica slipped two fingers between the swollen labia, pushing deep. She took up a quick twist-thrust, curling her fingers so the knuckles brushed along that special spot that made her Mistress fly apart. Before long, both hands were clutching Erica’s head, her Mistress bucking her hips. Erica longed to touch her own lonely, aching clit, just one little touch. But it was not to be — at least not then.
    Those slim, yet cruel hands ground Erica’s face against the open, flooded sex, painfully smashing her nose against the woman’s pubic bone. “Keep licking,” Kathryn breathed, her voice a strained, desperate whisper. “Don’t fucking stop.”
    “You’ve got one minute, girl,” Sir’s voice rumbled in her ear. “If you don’t make her come in the next minute, you’re going to be punished. Right here, right now.”
    Oh, shit.
    Erica attacked her Mistress’ pussy, her tongue working the hard clit repeatedly, adding a third finger to give her that delicious tightness, that slight stretching she so loved.
    “Oh Jesus Christ, oh fuck,” her Mistress said, her voice almost a whine.
    Erica felt movement against her side, and looked up, even as her tongue was playing ruthlessly over her Mistress’ clit. Blaine had clamped a big hand over Kathryn’s mouth. He glanced down at Erica, winking at her.
    Light washed over her Sir and Mistress, and she heard the booms a moment later. The show had started. Blaine looked up, smiling. “Ah, here we are. Very nice!”
    With a shudder,