Dominion Trust Series by Trent Evans

A Dominion Trust story." What is a modern, independent woman to do when the only thing she truly wants is to surrender herself completely? Erica, a young, beautiful college student is looking for that something which speaks to what she truly is deep down inside... moreA Dominion Trust story." What is a modern, independent woman to do when the only thing she truly wants is to surrender herself completely? Erica, a young, beautiful college student is looking for that something which speaks to what she truly is deep down inside. Is it possible to finally find peace, even happiness within the strict bonds of utter submission? When Blaine, a powerful, successful businessman realizes he and his wife are ready for something new, a deeper exploration of the love and lust they've shared as husband and wife, the naive, fetching Erica enters the picture. As a member of the Dominion Trust, Blaine has witnessed the fascinating dynamic of other couples who've taken a submissive into their beds, and into their lives. And now it's time to experience it for himself. Blaine's wife Kathryn - a fiercely driven executive in her own right - submits to her husband in all things, but as the years have gone by, new needs, darker desires have stirred within her. Is she ready for a submissive of her own? Is their D/s marriage ready for a third, a woman who will submit to them both? In this story, three people come together to find out if happiness really can be found in the complicated dance of dominance and submission, pain and pleasure of a BDSM menage relationship. Publisher's Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! "This is a MFF BDSM menage erotic romance, with sexual contact among all three members of the menage." "Word count: approximately 22000 words. less

As it so often was, my choice was obedience, or pain. When they held the whip, or the cane, or the crop, my eyes always focused on the hands. The way the fingers caressed the braided leather of a handle, the way a maroon painted nail would catch the light as the cane sliced through the air, my bound body waiting to be reacquainted with its old friend agony. I knew what they wanted, what they expected. But I never cooperated. They’d never make me give it to them... moreAs it so often was, my choice was obedience, or pain. When they held the whip, or the cane, or the crop, my eyes always focused on the hands. The way the fingers caressed the braided leather of a handle, the way a maroon painted nail would catch the light as the cane sliced through the air, my bound body waiting to be reacquainted with its old friend agony. I knew what they wanted, what they expected. But I never cooperated. They’d never make me give it to them. I always chose the pain. No matter how bad it was — and there had been times that it was awful — it still paled next to the bitterness of obedience, of bowing. To her. Never. They liked to make me wait. But it wouldn’t work either. I would endure, and I would prevail. The door opened, the subtle zephyr of air across my chilled skin bringing me back to the present. I straightened my back, raising my chin. It was an unspoken expectation that I was to look at the floor in their presence, but I wasn’t about to meekly conform to their insane demands. It would cost me, I knew, but nothing came without cost in this place. I would show them I was no cowering dog. I would endure. The sound of the heels on the smooth concrete always echoed, and as a result I could never tell how many of them had entered, how many would witness my ordeal, participate in it, savor it. Then the heels appeared in the circle of light shining down upon me. So, it was to be only one tormentor this time. I dreaded it when it was only one, for oddly, it always lasted longer, the pain was always worse. But I would endure. “Do you know how long you’ve been in this hole?” My blood ran cold at the sound of the silky smooth voice, the cool confidence, the edge in her slightly clipped cadence. It was her. I was certain of it. Anna. I was afraid, but she'd never know it. I would cry out before the end, a seething mass of marks burning across my skin. As always, I'd try to hold back the tears. I wouldn’t let her see them. Not ever. I would not scream. I would not break. I would endure. My punishment was always merciless, but that wasn’t the worst of it. It was what happened afterward. Those words. She whispered them against my welted skin, as my muscles trembled and spasmed, pain wracking my shoulders, the stripes upon my back like flames licking my flesh. It wasn’t her lash that I feared. They were the words she spoke to me, before leaving me to my agony, my solitude. Each time, they threatened to undo me — and each time I heard them, they were more seductive. “Surrender to me.” --- Finally, the harrowing story of Quinton Trask's ordeal can be told. This novel can be read as a stand-alone, but the experience will be much richer if the reader has previously read Her Troika , Book #2 in the Dominion Trust series. Publisher's Warning: This dark romance is intended for mature audiences. 18 and over only! This novel contains the following themes or activities: pervasive F/m BDSM, capture fantasy, intense and explicit sex, and other acts of unequal power dynamics. If any of these might be offensive to you, please do not buy or read this book. Word Count: 94,532 less

She would surrender her body, but never her heart. Until the day she met him... For Tamara, the Farm was a prison — and a refuge. There, she could be who she was deep inside: an owned, treasured — if strictly disciplined — plaything. As an intern at The Farm she didn’t need to think, she only needed to feel. And obey any male who demanded access to her stunning body... moreShe would surrender her body, but never her heart. Until the day she met him... For Tamara, the Farm was a prison — and a refuge. There, she could be who she was deep inside: an owned, treasured — if strictly disciplined — plaything. As an intern at The Farm she didn’t need to think, she only needed to feel. And obey any male who demanded access to her stunning body. For a submissive female, life at the Farm was a shocking realization of a lurid, forbidden dream — or the embodiment of her darkest, most twisted desires. Assigned to infiltrate the shadowy Dominion Trust, Eldon, a tough and resourceful vice cop on deep cover, knew his assignment to the Farm might be his last. Vice — and being a cop — had drained him, made him cynical, sapped his very soul.And closed off his heart to any hope at happiness.He’d make one last bust, the biggest of his career, then hang it up. That was the plan... until he met those luminous liquid eyes, that curvy, impossibly beautiful body setting fire to his blood. The bewitching woman that stirred a deep, protective possessiveness in him he thought had died long ago.Completing his mission, getting that bust, and giving it all up was never going to be that simple. The mysterious, immense and powerful Dominion Trust was being shaken to its very foundations, and Eldon was not the only man seeking to possess the magnetic Tamara.What was he prepared to do, to put her where she truly belonged -- kneeling bared and trembling at his feet, his collar around her throat, her will, her heart, her soul conquered, and bound to him?To rescue the beautiful inmate Tamara and save her from her sentence of subjugation at the hands of the Dominion Trust, he must save something else first.Himself.Publisher’s Warning: The book is intended for mature audiences. 18 and over only!This novel contains the following themes or activities: pervasive MF and MFM D/s, intense and explicit sex, spanking, anal play, humiliation, objectification, dehumanization, exhibitionism, and other acts of (very) unequal power dynamics. If any of these might be offensive to you, please do not buy or read this book.Word Count: 52, 206 words​Note: This story originally appeared in abbreviated form in the multi-author boxed set, Undercover Hero, published by Blushing Books. The story has since been significantly expanded, the narrative enriched with additional detail, background, and more complex (and hotter) emotional and sexual context. The word count, originally 18,000 words, has been greatly increased to over 52,000 words. Readers of the original work will find this expanded version a much deeper, more sensual experience. Enjoy! less