Becoming Theirs (Dominion Trust Book 1) Read Free Page B

buttocks. “But I’m afraid this won’t do. Move your feet back.”
    “What?”
    “Come on, girl. Move them back,” he said, landing a slap to her bottom. “Your ass is too tight bent this way. I want those cheeks loose for your punishment. As much as I enjoy watching your cunt weep for me as I discipline you, I don’t want you clenching.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, pressing her burning face to the thousand thread count sheets. She shuffled them backward until her heels came off the carpet, the weight of her legs on the balls of her feet.
    “That’s better; keep those thighs nice and tight now.” His hands roamed over the taught hamstrings. “God I love these legs. These were what I most wanted to get my hands on when I first saw you, Erica. These long legs of yours. So powerful, so graceful.”
    All she could think about was wrapping those legs around his waist as he pounded into her needy cunt. But first, she would receive her punishment… eventually.
    She hissed in pain at the harsh pinch to her inner thigh. “I’ve got plans for these legs, girl.”
    Those little comments made her wonder. Erica had agreed to see both Blaine and Kathryn on a regular basis. In truth, it had quickly evolved into a one-sided arrangement: one of them would call her, and she would arrive at the predetermined destination, aroused, fearful — and hopeful. She considered if perhaps their arrangement was about to change. How would it? Was she ready for it if it did?
    Hands smoothed over the curves of her bottom once more. “Kathryn didn’t believe me when I told her about this ass,” he said, his voice low, almost reverent. He grasped a cheek between finger and thumb, shaking it back and forth like a dog chewing on a toy. “But when she finally got a look at it, she marveled at it.”
    She did?
    Erica, like many women had a love/hate relationship with her ass. It gave her great, forbidden pleasure when her Sir caressed it, spanked it — even fucked it. But she thought it was much too big. Cursed, when other tall woman typically had slender hips and asses, she bucked the trend with what was (to her mind anyway) her too plump bottom.
    “You still with us, Erica?”
    “Oh — sorry. Yes, Sir.” The feel of his hands on her drove her to distraction, the thought of his thick cock pushing between her cheeks sending her mind spinning, even as her pussy clenched with need.
    He continued. “Yes, well. Like I said, she couldn’t believe it. I think I remember hearing her use the words ‘dream girl’.”
    Erica was stunned. She felt so inadequate when in the presence of the icy, steel-willed Kathryn. Half the time, she wanted to either kneel at her Mistress’ feet, or raise her ass for her whip. It was ridiculous of course; why would she respond in such a way to that callousness, the sometimes arrogant indifference? Could a woman even be described as arrogant? If so, Kathryn could occasionally resemble the remark. Something about the woman spoke to Erica though, spoke to her on a level that simply compelled her to want to do one thing.
    Obey.
    Kathryn was so different from Sir, though not in a way that left him wanting in Erica’s eyes. No, to Erica, nothing about him would ever be found wanting. Nevertheless, the two certainly differed dramatically in how they treated her, their styles of dominance. To Erica though, they were just two halves of the whole — she responded ( God did she) to both of them, regardless of their differences in technique. Her pussy knew what she wanted.
    “That first night we all got together,” he said, his fingers stroking up and down the crevice of her buttocks. “She was almost uncontrollable.”
    It was at an outdoor light festival, one of several put on display around the city during the winter holiday season, where Erica had agreed to first meet them together (she’d seen Blaine alone before). Nervous as hell, Erica had perched herself on one of the wrought iron chairs, her breath