Becoming Theirs (Dominion Trust Book 1) Read Free

boobs squashed against the window.
    Urging her to lift each foot in turn, he slipped off her heels. His hands massaged the grooves the straps left in her flesh, then pulled her slacks completely off. Naked from the waist down, she fought the insanely powerful urge to bring her hands down to cover her pussy. They could see all of it!
    “Spread your legs.”
    His hard hand stung her ass, and she tried to ignore the embarrassing jiggle of her flesh. “Wider.”
    She moved her feet shoulder width apart, trying to ignore the image of what she must look like; the dark patch of pubic hair drawing the eye like a beacon to the sex nestled between pale thighs.
    Strong hands gripped her buttocks, kneading the flesh. “God, I thought about this ass all day long.”
    Erica’s breath hitched as his fingers dipped into the valley between the cheeks, stroking the velvet flesh of her bottom hole.
    “I had Jack Weber giving me construction estimates for the new server farm, and all I could think about was being inside you, fucking this wet cunt.”
    A hand smacked against her soft labia, and she yelped. Despite the sting, she could feel the slickness of her sex increase by the second. He always knew how to touch her — just that right mix of roughness, possessiveness. His fingers spread her labia apart, the air cool on her heated inner flesh. Two thick fingers slid in, sinking deep into her wetness, and a low moan escaped her lips.
    “All ready I see,” he chuckled, planting a light kiss behind her ear. “Soon enough, bad girl. Soon enough.”
    There was a sound of a zipper lowering.
    Oh, God! Please don’t make me do this here.
    Erica turned, dropping her hands from the glass, moving to step around him. “Wait, not—”
    His hand clasped her upper arm in a bruising grip, his other hand grabbing her by the hair, pulling her up short. “What are you doing?” His voice was so quiet she had to strain to hear it.
    “I can’t do that… there .”
    Blaine’s hazel eyes locked with hers, boring into her, searching. She saw the warmth there, warring with the lust, the need to control, to own her. He kissed her, hard, his tongue plundering her mouth even as his fist twisted further in her hair, holding her fast. He bit her lip, sucked on her tongue, the almost imperceptible growling from deep in his chest making her pussy spasm.
    “You’ll do what I tell you, girl. No questions.”
    “Sir, I’m sorry, it’s just—“
    A finger, scented with her juices, pressed its wet length across her mouth, silencing her.
    “What happens to girls who disobey? Slaves who disobey?”
    Erica knew this was right, had fantasized about this as long as she could remember. It had felt like a dream come true meeting a man like Blaine. However, sometimes it unnerved her, the reality of her submission more raw, more intense than even the darkest of her fantasies. She reveled in it even as she tried to flee from it. Flee from the woman she was deep inside… the slave who craved this.
    She whimpered as he jerked her head, the sensitive roots of her hair protesting.
    “I’m waiting.”
    “Slaves are — punished, Sir.”
    “That’s correct.” His voice lowered, the sound vibrating in her chest, through her pussy. “And do you deserve to be punished?”
    No! Yes! I don’t know!
    “Yes… Sir.”
    “Good. You will be.” He released her hair, and pointed at the bed. “Bend over the side of the mattress and wait for me.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Blaine left the room, the door closing with a quiet snick, the lock thrown with authority.
    Get it together, Erica.
    She splayed a hand over her ass as she walked away from the window. She knew she was being ridiculous; it was unlikely anyone on the road below could see much in the waning light of the evening. The sun was nearly set, the clouds on the horizon awash in pinks, lavenders, and deep blues.
    Folding herself over the edge of the high mattress, she felt the heat of her blush as a bead of