Becoming Theirs (Dominion Trust Book 1) (10 page)

“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, Erica knew she’d let them both down, and she both feared and anticipated the consequences of her failure.

“”Finish her, girl.” Blaine said, leaning down, the corners of his mouth lifted in a rueful smile. How she wanted to kiss those lips.

She continued working the hard clit, the wet slit. Her tongue was tiring, her arm and wrist burning from thrusting into her Mistress. The woman’s hands pulled on her hair hard one last time, then her entire body went rigid, the thighs shaking, squeezing Erica’s head. She thought she heard the long, low whine of her Mistress’ climax over the booms and pops of the fireworks overhead. Copious amounts of juices washed over Erica’s questing tongue, wetting her chin and cheeks. She lapped it up, swallowing gratefully, just as she’d been taught to do.

Blaine took his hand away, planting a gentle kiss on his wife’s cheek. Kathryn finally relaxed, the tension in her thighs easing slowly. Her hands grew gentler, languidly stroking Erica’s dark locks. She pressed soft kisses to her Mistress’ inflamed labia, slipping her fingers from the soaked pussy. She hoped the gentle caresses from her Mistress were a good sign. She hadn’t brought her off in time, but it had been close. Perhaps they'd judge it to be good enough.

“Look at me, Erica,” her Mistress said, her voice growing husky once more. She met the cold gaze of the woman, and Erica gulped. She knew then that they'd deemed it anything but “good enough.”

“What did we tell you?” There was a bright flash, then a deafening boom, the sound vibrating in her chest. She heard a faint chorus of oohs and aahs from people nearby. Her Mistress glanced up, her lips forming an ‘O’, then she locked her gaze with Erica once more. “Well?”

“That I’d be punished… if I didn’t make you come in time.” Erica had to force herself to grind the words out loud enough for them to hear her over the din.

“And did you?” Erica turned to Sir’s deep voice. His expression was stony, unreadable.

“No, Sir.” She dropped her eyes, not wanting to see the disapproval in his.

“Did I tell you to look down?” Kathryn leaned down, Blaine pulling the blanket back slightly to allow her more access. Her hands slapped Erica’s breasts, sending both of the heavy clamps swinging. The aching pain flooded through her anew, her nipples awakened from their numbness under the stricture of the clamps.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Erica raised her eyes, the light from the fireworks washing Kathryn and Blaine in a kaleidoscope of colors.

“Turn around. I want your head down and your ass up.” Kathryn’s eyes flashed. “We’re going to see how obedient you can be now that you’ve earned yourself a punishment.”

Erica nodded her head miserably as she turned underneath the heavy blanket, her breasts aching as the clamps swung. The absurdity of the situation would’ve made her laugh if she didn’t fear the imminent pain of punishment. Hands roamed over her proffered buttocks, tugging at the knot at her hip that held up the tiny strip of the bikini bottoms. The fabric fell away, fingers tugging it away from her pussy.

“Her cunt is sopping wet. Look at this, Kathryn.”

She heard her Mistress’ laugh, and Erica wanted to burrow into the sand — despite the fact her embarrassment made her want them more. Her twisted desires shamed her, even as she craved more of what she needed.

Fingers splayed her labia wide, dabbing at the moisture within. They fluttered over her clit making her catch her breath. She arched up, groaning as her clit was pinched, hard. The pain/pleasure of it made her want to lunge out of reach, but the thought of her now nearly naked body surging out from beneath the shelter of the blanket mortified her. She could picture the news stories as “shocked” onlookers’ recounted tales of a naked woman crawling like a dog on the sand, shiny metallic clamps swinging pendulously from her nipples. No, she’d stay right there, no matter how much pain she’d have to endure.

A slender palm tapped the swollen lips of her sex. “Spread your legs and hollow your back. Show us that cunt.”

Erica obeyed, and immediately that palm cracked across her pussy, the fingertips wrapping below, harshly smacking over her clit. She froze, not sure what was happening. They’d never done something like this before, but more than that, she was afraid the wet sound of the blow would attract attention.

“Spread more,” Kathryn said, two fingers tapping the plump lips. A hand smacked her ass, heat blooming across her skin. Erica hoped the booms overheard really did mask the sound; the blow sounded deafening from within her prison of blankets.

“Here, let me,” Blaine murmured. Strong hands spread her buttocks wide, exposing Erica’s vulnerable bottom hole to the wind and their gazes. “Such a pretty little ass.”

A sudden gust of wind caught the blanket like a sail, sand blowing into Erica’s face. The covering slid down to the middle of her back, and she scrambled forward to stay hidden beneath it. Blaine cursed, snatching it back from the clutches of the breeze.

“Get back here girl,” Kathryn said, her fingers closing over Erica’s ankle. She moved backward, to within reach of the cruel fingers, and the harsh smacks.

“Erica, I want you to hold very still now.” She froze as something cold touched her throbbing clit, fingertips easing the hood away to expose her fully.

Pain exploded through her pussy as the clamp squeezed the bud of her clit in remorseless jaws. Erica whined, panting at the white-hot pinch, the hurt rapidly intensifying.

“Hold it for thirty seconds, Erica,” Blaine said, his big hand patting her ass. “Do this and all is forgiven.”

Time seemed to stop for her as she crouched in the sand; the loud cracks of the fireworks above them intermingled with the approving sighs and cries of the people nearby. All of it faded into the background as each second ticked slowly, inexorably by, each one an eon to Erica’s screaming clit. She grunted, digging her fingers into the sand, her cheek pressed to the cold Earth. The situation was truly surreal; a grown woman, naked, prostate on her knees, with heavy clamps crushing her nipples and clit, enduring her pain for the pleasure of the two most important people in her world. All this while surrounded by unsuspecting strangers, people, and neighbors out enjoying a holiday evening at the beach.

The delicious irony of her practical slavery on the celebration of Independence Day was not lost on her. But was that really true? She did feel a kind of liberation in her abjection; a letting go of her will, in embracing her submission. Perhaps it wasn’t ironic after all?

Her clit had grown numb by the time they released the clamp. She shoved her own hand in her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to burst forth as the blood flow and feeling returned to the sensitive bundle of nerves. She willed herself not to cry as the pain washed through her in waves. Shockingly, it soon transformed into a heated, pulsing pleasure, her consciousness unmooring, drifting.

Slender fingers eased Erica’s pussy lips apart, penetrating her, curling deep within the clutch of her sex. She sighed as those cruel hands ministered to her, rubbing the life back into her flesh. Thankfully, they avoided touching her clit straight away, the smart of the clamp leaving it too sensitive. But when Sir’s long, thick fingers took her roughly, claiming her pussy as his, Erica couldn’t help but reach back and ease her bud between two of her fingers. The pain of it mingled with, became lost in, the pleasure of her Sir’s fingers driving deeply, the thrumming, angry clit fully reawakened to sensation.

“Sir, I need… ”

“Come for us Erica, make it all better,” he said, the pleasure evident in his rich voice. ”Be a good girl, and show us.”

Her orgasm overtook her with frightening swiftness, her fingers rubbing frantically at her inflamed clit as Blaine added a third finger to her overfull pussy. All the pain, the excitement, the uncertainty, and the promise combined into a dark storm of sensation that drowned her as she yelled into the back of her hand, her teeth closing over her own skin. She had no care anymore for who saw her, who heard her. There was only this pleasure, this moment in time, this perfectly pure feeling of… belonging to another.

“Come here Erica,” her Mistress said, her voice soft. Hands guided Erica’s hips as she turned and knelt up to embrace Kathryn. Her Mistress stopped her, pulling up the thin t-shirt and unclipping both clamps from Erica’s tortured nipples. She quickly dropped the t-shirt back over the aching breasts, and Erica buried her face against Kathryn’s torso, the tears coming full on as the pain in her breasts overwhelmed her once more. She wrapped her arms tightly around her Mistress’ hips, wanting her closeness, needing her touch.

“It's okay, it’s okay, sweet girl. You did great,” Kathryn whispered, planting little kisses on the crown of Erica’s head, her hands rubbing circles over her back.

“All is forgiven Erica,” Blaine said, his hand tucking her hair behind her ear, his palm caressing the vulnerable curve of her ear.

She simply hugged her Mistress for several minutes, the cacophony of the fireworks show all around them. When her breathing had settled, she looked up into her Mistress’ eyes, the wetness of her tears cold on her cheeks. Her Mistress smiled down at her, a slim finger tracing Erica’s eyebrow, feeling the contours of her swollen mouth. Erica pressed a kiss to the fingertip, and smiled.

“You know,” Blaine said, with a gentle tweak to Erica’s earlobe. “Richard and Kerri will be coming out for the annual Trust meeting. Do you think we’d have enough time to get her moved out and settled in before then?”

Relief and joy flooded through Erica to see her demanding Mistress’ smile. “Do you — do you mean what I think… ?”

Kathryn nodded. “We want you to be ours, Erica. Come live with us. What do you say?”

Erica could scarcely believe it. Something she’d hoped for with all her heart, but had not dared consider a possibility — a home with her Sir and her Mistress. The tears overflowed once more, meandering in hot trails down her face. “Yes, Mistress. Of course, yes!”

Blaine grinned. “I think Kerri will be relieved to have another slave to draw some attention at the meetings. The girls do get rather… tired.”

The End

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Excerpt

Read on for an excerpt of
Her Troika — The Complete Story
(Parts I — V)

Book #2 in The Dominion Trust series.

Her Troika — The Complete Story (Dominion Trust #2)

Two strict Doms, one brave sub, and a slave auction…

Kurt Erickson has been offered a Dom’s dream job. He picks his own hours, answers to no one, and gets to train submissive women all day. One of those submissive women happens to be his willing wife. Making Breanna's deepest, darkest fantasy come true is the easy part. It may be trickier to persuade his best friend Derek to... buy her.

Breanna Erickson prides herself on being ready for anything. From the courtroom to the bedroom, she can handle it all. But when her strict, but loving, husband gives her the chance to live out a dream, she finds there are things no woman can be ready for.

Derek’s marriage ended because he buried dark needs that proved incompatible with a vanilla wife. He’s buried those needs, those truths, deep down, determined to never let them hurt him again. Being Kurt’s best friend has many benefits, but some of them are much more than Derek is ready for — or so he thinks.

Then one night, an auction. Only a select few women agree to a Term of Service to the shadowy organization known as the Dominion Trust. One of them is Breanna. For Kurt, thrilling, tantalizing possibilities are laid out before him. For Breanna, it’s the chance to realize a dark, erotic dream — and to heal a broken heart. And for Derek, forced to confront who he really is — and what he never realized he needed — he must take that first step.

All he has to do is bid on her…

Publisher's Warning:
Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

This BDSM book contains the following acts or themes: Consensual sexual slavery (auctioning), pony play, D/s, total power exchange, bondage, corporal punishment, forced exhibitionism, objectification, humiliation.

MFM menage BDSM erotic romance. There is no sexual interaction between the males in this story.

120,000 words

363 pages

NOTE:
This novel collects the entire Her Troika story (Parts I — V) into one volume.