Her Troika by Trent Evans Page B

cock ached, fully at attention. So, he found this whole thing way over the top. Apparently, his cock wasn’t getting with the program. Not one bit.
    Sir?
    Kurt appeared in entrance to the stall again, grinning. He shoved a red and blue striped blanket at Derek. “Here, this is all we have out here.”
    “This is it?” Derek held up the heavy wool blanket. “This is your barn, right?”
    Kurt shrugged. “We usually take clothes off out here — not put them back on. You’re lucky I found even that.”
    Derek spread the blanket in his arms, grimacing at the fact that it was made of wool. He didn’t even want to think of the itching it would cause, laid over her bare skin. He moved behind Breanna, and froze in his tracks. Her arms where bound forearm to forearm in a tight, intertwined leather harness behind her back. He glanced up at Kurt. “Is that really necessary?”
    “What? Her arms?”
    Derek nodded, spreading the blanket over her shoulders, draping the scratchy wool over the slopes of her quivering breasts. She tensed as he laid it fully over her, then relaxed as he patted her gently on the back.
    “Don’t worry about it. They’ll be loosened once Lino takes her—”
    “Wait, wait. Back up the train.” Derek jabbed a finger at his friend. “Who the fuck is Lino? And where is he taking her?”
    Kurt winced, crossing his arms. “We didn’t get a chance to go over that part did we?”
    “There’s more to this circus? Guess maybe it’s time to fill me in, you think?”
    Kurt grinned, holding out a hand. “I didn’t want to freak you out. Baby steps, you know?”
    Derek sighed, scrubbing his face with both hands. “Look, lets just assume I can take anything you tell me from here on out. Deal? I did, you know … buy your wife.”
    The straw on the floorboards rustled as Kurt circled his kneeling wife, his hand caressing her golden hair. “Lino has to take her to be prepped.”
    “Prepped for what? Where is he taking her?”
    Kurt stopped, kneeling down in front of his wife. “Another part of the facility.”
    “Facility? You mean this place, right?”
    Kurt nodded, then looked up at him. “He’s going to be teaching us.”
    “Spanish?”
    “No, you asshole.” Kurt couldn’t quite suppress his smile though. “He’s going to teach us how to train her.”
    Derek’s eyes caught Breanna’s and he saw the truth of things there. This was really happening, and though he did see concern, even dismay in those blue eyes, he saw something else that was unambiguous.
    Anticipation.
    “Um, Kurt, in case you haven’t noticed, your wife doesn’t need ‘training’. She’s not a dog, she’s a person.”
    Kurt’s finger stroked across her mouth, and she closed her eyes, pressing a kiss to it, her soft, full lips making Derek wonder how they’d feel as he kissed them. Then Kurt stood.
    “That’s why Lino’s going to be teaching us. And it’s why we’ll be training her.”
    “For what?” Derek’s voice was almost a whisper, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear the answer.
    “She’ll be trained to become … something else.”
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    S omething else? WHAT something else?
    Breanna watched the two men talk, conversing above as if she weren’t even there. Things had taken yet another turn for the surreal. When she’d first floated the idea of being put up for a term, she hadn’t even been sure if she were serious. She’d heard the rumors about what went on with the women who’d been sentenced to one. Voluntary or not, once they’d agreed to surrender themselves to the Trust, there was no telling what might be done with them. Perhaps they’d just be shared between a jaded couple in bed a few nights? She’d heard tales of husbands who treated the women as little more than maids — maids who were required to perform a few extra duties though. The whole system was only whispered about and no matter how much she’d interrogated her husband on