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All of it for him, his to do with as he pleased.
    “Very slowly now, work me with that cunt.” He slapped her breast, his finger catching a hard nipple, making her yelp at the sting. “Slower, more. There you go.”
    Erica knew how he liked it, and her sinuous hips swirled as she thrust up and down on the big penis, her pace entirely dictated by those hard, cruel hands. Her pussy made a wet noise upon him and she felt her cheeks warm anew.
    Fingers played below, finding her aching clit even as, at the urging of those implacable hands, she thrust down upon him faster. “Sir, please.”
    “Please, what?” His voice had lowered, the tension just under the surface. For once, she was affecting him, getting to him. The flash of triumph was very short-lived however, as fingertips claimed her hard nipples, pinching down in twin points of bright pain. “Don’t even think about it.”
    “Please!”
    She groaned, shuddering as his fingers twisted her nipples, the pain arrowing straight to her womb, transformed into burning lust. She could feel the copious wetness coating him, spread over her inner thighs, as she obediently worked his shaft repeatedly. God, if he’d just let her. Just once!
    “This isn’t about you right now, girl.” She cried out as he slapped first one breast, then the other, causing the globes to collide with one another. “Your job is to be quiet, and fuck me with that wet cunt. If you come, it’s incidental. Don’t forget it.”
    “Yes… Sir,” she whispered, wanting to hide her face, the shame was so exquisite.
    “Faster now. Come on, girl!”
    Her hips slammed down upon him, his cock going so deep it took her breath away, the big head rubbing against the mouth of her womb in that odd mixture of pain/pleasure she experienced with cervical stimulation. The blindfold didn’t help her block out the vision of her breasts wobbling up and down under his avid gaze, the tips bright red from the cruel ministrations of his fingertips.
    She felt a smaller, softer hand caress her ass. “How’s she doing?”
    Erica froze. The coolness of the voice was unmistakable. Her Mistress.
    “Jury’s still out on that one,” Blaine said, a twist of his hips grinding his hard cock deeper within her. “She’s been a good girl, mostly.”
    Erica couldn’t quite stifle a whine at the sharp pain of the pinch to her ass. “I see you had to punish her. What’s she done?”
    She trembled, her hands twisting helplessly within the leather of the arm binder.
    “Oh nothing too bad, really,” Blaine said, his hands settling on the curves of her hips again. “She just needed a little reminder to do as she’s told.”
    “Pity. I was looking forward to giving her some more if she’d really misbehaved.”
    “Not having a reason’s never stopped you from disciplining her before. Why start now?”
    The silence from her Mistress sent ice water through Erica’s veins. She imagined all manner of horrible implements in Kathryn’s capable hands. Implements intended to reinforce her submission, the proof of it written in lines of fire across her tender flesh.
    “Get that ass moving, Erica.” Blaine squeezed her hips threateningly. “You work my cock until I tell you otherwise.”
    “He shouldn’t have to tell you that,” Kathryn whispered in her ear. “I see we still have a long way to go with you.”
    “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
    “Don’t say sorry to me, slut. It’s his cock you’re sitting on.” Kathryn’s hand landed a tremendous smack to Erica’s already roasted bottom, making her cry out. “Now get back to work.”
    For a few moments, as the hand print throbbed painfully across her ass cheek, Erica wondered if perhaps her Mistress had retired.
    Blaine chuckled. “Listen to your Mistress. Get on with it, girl.”
    “Y—yes, Sir.” A tear slipped from beneath the blindfold, tracking a lonely trail down her cheek.
    “How was the shale negotiation?” His voice was raised somewhat, moving on to other