Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 by Trent Evans Read Free Book Online Page B

those long nipples of hers his fingers could never resist pinching into aching hardness. Surprisingly, the blindfold seemed to calm her, her tight lips loosening, opening, calling to his mouth to kiss, to take. Her whole body softened, the tension melting from her muscles, and no longer resisting, she’d allowed him to draw her into his arms.
    Surrender.
    It’s what he craved from her. It was still hard for her, but that very difficulty added the sweetness to it that he savored. That moment of realization that she was truly helpless, entirely subject to him and his whims. Lying there in that massive bed, the same bed he’d shared with his wife countless nights, his thoughts wandered. He wanted more, so much more. A beautiful, introverted college girl, at once unassuming and compelling, he’d been fascinated by her fresh, fearless embrace of her needs. It was a quality entirely unlike someone of her youth, and it drew him — and Kathryn — to her. But he still wondered if Erica was truly ready for it, fully prepared for what he’d soon expect from her — if the night went according to plan.
    Blaine knew he wanted her the first moment he’d set eyes on her. That scared, but obviously eager girl sitting uncomfortably in the midst of all those strangers, awash in the bright whites of the light display. She’d looked almost angelic, a purity of spirit in those pretty eyes. But the thoughts that shapely body of hers had evoked in him were decidedly impure.
    She stirred against him, the chain of her hobble clicking softly as she moved her ankles.
    “Shh, girl,” he murmured, placing a kiss on her cheek. “It’s okay, sleep now.”
    Her lips moved in that uncertain way those who dream have, the words formed in that twilight mind, but not transmitted completely to the mouth, to the means of expression. Blaine kissed those lips into stillness.
    As much as he loved holding the helpless Erica next to him, listening to her breathing, something was missing.
    His wife.
    She’d been the one to first propose the idea, and he’d shot it down immediately. Why do it when they were both already so happy?
    His hand stroked the hair away from Erica’s eyes, his thumb tracing a dark eyebrow. Now he knew she’d been right; she’d nailed it, actually. Would there be jealousy? Could there be a chance sometime in the future that one would be favored over another? Certainly, there was a chance.
    But the one in danger of feeling left out wasn’t whom he’d thought it might be.
    The door opened, whispering along the thick pile carpet. a figure strolling into the darkness of the room. The street lamps from the road below cast a ghostly light through the huge windows, partially illuminating the otherwise dark room.
    “How’s our little slave girl?”
    Blaine grinned, easing his arm out from under the bound, slumbering Erica. “I didn’t think you’d be back until late.”
    His wife stepped fully into the light, her hands working in her hair. Her tight, tailored gray suit, while itself an almost masculine affectation, nevertheless perfectly accentuated her slim, willowy figure. “I had James fly me out of there early. Did you know he’s got a girl in Vancouver? He was quite amenable to getting me to Portland as fast as possible.” Kathryn smiled. “He just about flew the wings off that thing.”
    “I’m glad you’re back,” Blaine said, rolling gingerly from the bed, hoping he wouldn’t wake the beautiful, constrained nude curled over the blankets. He pulled on the warm-ups, the cotton cool against his skin. Striding to Kathryn, he wrapped his arms around her, tasting her lips after much too long. “Missed you.”
    She kissed him back, angling her hips against him, his cock stirring. “She didn’t wear you out I see.” Her hand closed around him, stroking slowly, knowingly. ”My insatiable husband.”
    “Someone needs to be reminded of her place.”
    Kathryn tilted her head, giving him an exaggerated flutter of