Becoming Theirs (Dominion Trust Book 1) (9 page)

She jerked as two big bangs sounded off to her left, the wind carrying a smattering of distant laughter. Sir’s big hand pressed down on her head, and she took him as deep as she could once more. He held her down for several seconds, and she began to squirm as her supply of air dwindled.

Finally, he let her up, and she gasped, sucking in a lungful of fresh, sweet air. She was lucky really, for when they were alone, he took great delight in forcing her to deep throat him repeatedly, scolding her if she gagged too often.

Something bounced against her ass, and she froze, terrified.

A… beach ball?

“Sorry, Mister,” a young voice said.

Blaine’s body jerked as he leaned forward to grab the ball and throw it back. “No worries, bud.”

Kathryn chuckled, her foot stroking the curve of Erica’s hip. “Good girl. Don’t worry, he had no idea.”

Erica’s heart began beating again, and the insistent throb of Blaine’s cock brought her back to the task. She dropped her shirt, despite the high likelihood they'd punish her for it, needing to finish him before her lips and tongue completely gave out. After all, she still had to service her Mistress as well. She wasn’t sure she was going to make it if Sir didn’t come soon. She grasped the base of his thick cock, and gently squeezed the heavy sac of his scrotum. He groaned, his hand rubbing light circles atop the blanket over her head.

“Christ, she’s good.”

Erica felt the chairs shift as Kathryn leaned over. She heard the couple kiss, and felt a sharp pang of loneliness, as if for that brief moment, they'd left her out in the cold.

“Glad you like her, honey.” Kathryn said. “But you’re hogging her talents all to herself. My cunt is soaked. It needs some attention too.”

Blaine looked down at Erica again, a hard glint in his eye. “Finish me, girl.”

She bent forward to take him in once more, but his hand hauled her up short, yanking cruelly on a fistful of her hair. “No, just your hands.”

The pull at her scalp made her wince, his grip steady, merciless. She took his cock in her hands, pumping it briskly, the wetness of her saliva and his precome easing the way. Erica loved watching the head of his penis congest as she drew her fist up to the top of his shaft, then the skin stretching as she pumped down, firmly squeezing him at the base, the edge of her hand pressing into the heavy sac of his scrotum. She loved the raw power she felt holding Sir’s big penis in her hands. She could give him pleasure and feel his maleness, under her control for once. She thought she could do this for hours, never tiring of the feel of his hot flesh in her palms.

“Such a good girl. Harder now, faster.” He grunted as she worked him quickly now, using both of her small fists to stroke the entire shaft at once. She could feel him swelling anew, the muscles of his thighs tightening against her arms.

“Now,” he ground out.

Kathryn’s hands batted Erica’s away from Blaine’s cock. His hand wrapped around the twitching length, jerking it swiftly. “Pull that shirt back up. Higher.”

Erica obeyed, feeling the embarrassing sway of her breasts as his gaze alighted upon them. She wasn’t sure how much he could see in such darkness, but judging by the languid rumble of his voice, it was enough.

Kathryn held the blanket up enough that Blaine could masturbate himself, but keep everything hidden from view. His pumping fist became a blur, and he urged Erica to move closer. She did, the hot, heavy head of his cock occasionally slapping against the inner slopes of her breasts. She watched it, entranced, knowing he was almost there. She screwed her eyes shut.

“No, Erica,” Kathryn said, her voice thick. “Open them. You watch him come. Get those tits closer.”

His hand yanked her head up once more, and she whimpered at the pain. He held her head immobile, her scalp protesting at the biting sting of his tight grip. The slit in the congested head of his cock gaped, and Erica flinched as several thick spurts of semen erupted forth, coating her breasts in hot ropes of white fluid. His body shuddered after the last spurt, and he rubbed his seed into her skin with his still hard penis, the big head slipping into her slickened cleavage. He chuckled as he slapped the heavy shaft several times on each of her breasts; the wet smacking sounds making Erica want to drop straight into the Earth.

She looked up into Sir’s eyes, searching their depths, the metallic scent of his cum strong in her nostrils. “Rub it in, Erica. I want to see it all over.”

Reluctantly, she spread his semen over the slopes of her breasts. He helped her, his fingers massaging it into her nipples, smoothing the viscous fluid over her wide areolas.

“There, much better,” he said, grinning. “Now, time for you to give Kathryn a little relief don’t you think?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She turned to Mistress, glad to have sensation back in her lips, but knowing that was soon to change. Erica froze, seeing what Mistress held in her outstretched palm.

“I think we need something else for those nipples of yours.”

“Mistress, please.”

“No?” She slapped Erica’s breast sending it swinging. She felt the shaming blush warm her cheeks. Kathryn’s viper-quick hand struck the other breast, making it sway as well, Erica gasping at the pain. “What have we talked about, slut?”

“I—I don’t know.”

A bright series of flashes, like strobe lights, lit up the night behind Erica, the glare lending an unsettling starkness to the pretty contours of her Mistress’ face. Her eyes looked as cold as the night winds Erica could feel even under the shelter of the blanket. “Try again. Think.”

The pressure of such a question had her near panic. She didn’t want to disappoint her demanding Mistress, but the fact was that they’d talked about many things. Where was she going with this?

Blaine’s hand whispered a caress over Erica’s cheek. “Concentrate, girl. This isn’t a trick question.”

“It might as well be, Blaine.” Mistress lifted her chin, her lips down turned. “She doesn’t pay any attention. Show her a penis, and her brain apparently shuts 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. 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.