Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  Damn he couldn’t shake his need to kiss those lips. Hear her whimpered expression of crimson pain again.

  He stroked at his cock harder, nothing was going to satisfy his cock tonight except that pink lipped, blue eyed mouse. Running from her wasn’t going to do him any good either and in trying to do so he had left her. He’d left his charge without his protection and that was not acceptable.

  There was a rap at the glass and Dane stepped in. His eyes quickly discovering Trenton's hand at work and locked the door before striding over to one of the chairs and plopped down in it, not in the least bit concerned if he was interrupting or not.

  “Damn near flipped, when I heard you had Mercedes in here.” He glanced at his brother who still lazily stroked at his erection with no real attempt to raze it from its tormenting thickness at the moment. “Glad to see you didn’t go completely off the deep end.” He rubbed at his chin cross wise with his fingers, still watching, attempting to access what had tormented Trenton to briefly risk making a near fatale decision as Mercedes Grey. “Found something you like over there huh?”

  “You could say.” Trenton offered a fractured smile.

  “Yeah well your suppose to be working so whatever it was, get over it and get back to your post, before enough tongues start wagging over this way that it reaches Amelia’s ears.”

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  Trenton returned the hotel, calling Diesel up just before coming into the room to announce his return and so he didn’t get shot in the head for barging in unexpectedly.

  “Wasn’t expecting you back tonight.” Diesel pushed up on an elbow, jammed his pillow up in a ball then dropped back down on it and looked at him.

  “Me neither.” Trenton dropped down on the corner of his bed, wincing from the hard-on in his pants, “How’d the rest of the night go in there?” his head motioned to the door that adjoined them to the suite. “She finally get to sleep?”

  “Yeah, but it didn’t come easy for her. She was making all kinds of racket in there, and the moaning wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t until I heard something crash against the wall that I checked in on her.” He shook his head in bewildered amusement, “Poor thing was crumpled on the floor in misery and cursing to have any man involved with the invention of enhancement creams castrated.” He laughed and scratched his buzzed head. “I convinced her to go down stair with me and have a few drinks. Told her it would help take the edge off and keep her distracted for awhile—” he gave Trenton a smirk, “You know she’s pretty good at playing—name that skirt.”

  Trenton let out a tight chuckle, “She’s a writer what’d you expect?”

  “Yeah well she’s also a light weight, two long island teas and she was trashed. I carried her up and put her to bed.”

  Trenton dragged his fingers through his hair, then tried to shift the hard flesh in his pants, “I think I’ll take a shower—I gotta get rid of this raging hard on, if I'm to get any sleep myself tonight.”

  “Wait—you mean to tell me you went to the club and you still came back with a hard on—what gives?”

  “Deez, my dicks so hard I could lift full size stone blocks to build a pyramid with and all I can think of is the woman in there.”

  “In there?” Diesel popped up on his elbows and flashed a troubled looked his way. “You mean Katianna? Whoa—Red—Dangerous territory—she’s a client.”

  “No Amelia is. Kat is my charge.” His rebuke was too quick.

  “Semantics, dude.”

  “Humph—that’s exactly what she said.” He dropped a troubled brow into his hand propped up on a knee.

  Just then a scream split through the air and reached their ears. Trenton and Diesel were both instantly to their feet drawing guns from their hiding places within the room and burst through the door to Katianna’s room with such force they nearly broke it from its hinges.

  The light mounted on Trenton’s gun swept the room, but there was only Katianna thrashing in her bed.

  Another scream and she bolted up right, her hands pushing out to brush something away from her.

  Trenton ran to her pulling her into his arms and she screamed again.

  “No. I didn’t take it! Get them off of me!” She whimpered, still caught in the night fright.

  “Shhh—it’s only a dream Katianna.” He whispered in her ear and rocked her in his arms. Her sleeping body soon settled against him as he crooned her back to sleep. He glanced over at Diesel, his hand stroking at her hair with guarded affection. Diesel exchanged the glance then stretched out his hand for Trenton’s gun.

  Trenton handed it over. Diesel stepped to the side of the bed and stuffed it under the mattress, then silently left, returning back to the adjacent room and closed the door.

  Trenton lifted Katianna up to return her back to her spot in the bed. He crawled in beside her keeping his arms wrapped around her and held her against him, where he remained for the rest of the night, shielding her from things that went bump in the night.

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  SUNDAY: LAST DAY OF EXPO

  Trenton kept close to Katianna as he escorted her through the crowded expo toward the designated area for the meet-n-greet. And every time someone tried to get closer to her so did he.

  After watching her fret in her room for more than a half an hour about not having the right sexy clothes, he gave her the permission she seemed needing to hear, to wear whatever made her comfortable. But damn he hadn’t expected this. Wearing a white, vintage Victorian under dress, the kind the proper ladies use to wear under their corsets, made her deliciously adorable to everyone who was lucky enough to spy her, only she wasn’t wearing the corset. Tiny ruffled trim dappled across her cleavage and over the shoulder straps. Baby white buttons down the front a third of the way and the ruffled hem of the dress stopped mid thigh. To top off the sweet innocence that was shaking his control, she wore white linen socks that came up above the knee, topped with tiny black satin bows. The whole ensemble was finished off with a pair of black, Christian Louboutin ankle boots accented with their own ruffled bows. While there wasn’t a guy in there looking at her feet, the women did and the thousand dollar boots that she’d paired off with vintage in such a way only her tiny petit body could master.

  It had been hard enough to let her step out of the room where others would see what he wanted for himself. On top of all that, damned if his cock wasn’t already throbbing to fuck her, the instant he saw her.

  As if he wasn’t suffering enough, every time she walked past bright lights, he could see the contours of her thighs through the thin white linen. What made it worse was he knew what she was wearing underneath it all. He’d seen them laid out on the bed while she was in the bathroom, panties made of sheer fleshy pink Chantelle lace. And right now under that vintage attire they were wrapped around a sweet naked pussy just crying out for him to touch. And it was killing him. He wanted his mouth under that dress to lick at her creamy thighs so bad his teeth ached for the taste.

  The floor was busier today than it had been all weekend with guests pouring in to make final purchases of products on final day deals. Diesel stayed with them adding to the barrier to shelter Katianna and Trenton was secretly grateful for it since he was finding himself paying more attention to her then what was going on around her. He particularly took delight in watching what things among the booths caught her interests, just as she had done to him the day before. She browsed over them all seeking out the things she might have missed before and he made a mental shopping list as they went along.

  As they neared the back of the convention hall, Katianna made a deliberate turn for the booth where she had received the gift basket of bath soaps, intent on raising all kinds of fury on the man.

  Trenton and Diesel both sat back struggling to keep their laughter stifled as this tiny woman who stood no taller than a mouse ranted and raved at the much larger heavy set man over the cruelty of his products, who at the moment was as red in the face as the ass on some of his Subs.


  “God knows how many women have suffered because of you! Dragging their cunts across the carpet like little Chihuahuas in heat! Bubble bath my ass!”

  Trenton had decided she’d tore into him enough especially when she started creating images of dogs in heat. He planted a firm hand over her mouth and pulled her tight against his chest. He whispered for her to still and she had started to at his command, but when the guy dared to joke about how well she heeled, her foot went flying out with exalted defiance and caught him firmly in the shin.

  Trenton kept his hold on Katianna, but couldn’t help himself to laugh at her sudden whiplash of fire and the man’s foolish gall to tempt a woman’s fury. Yep, his little mouse was very entertaining. But before he ushered her away he ordered two more of those gift baskets from the guy and left with instructions that he’d come by later to pick them up and sauntered off with Katianna under his unwavering control.

  When the day’s meet-n-greet was over, Katianna was ready to leave, having fulfilled her contract she was particularly tired and Trenton was particularly horny. And it was probably for the best when she insisted on changing clothes before they left.

  As they checked out Trenton took notice of Katianna’s growing anxiety and he could only figure it had revolved around the subject of where she lived, Trenton was getting a suspecting feeling she was living in close proximity to some rather unfavorable parts of town, but that she rode the subway alone was reason enough to want to insist she carried some kind of self defense with her.

  Once he had her things loaded up in the Knight and they were ready to go, Diesel produced the taser from the console on Trenton’s request and handed it to Katianna taking a moment to show her how to use it. He was specific, “Hit with all you got. In the neck or in the balls works best, but he’ll go down regardless of where you hit him, then run like hell little one. Someplace super public works best like a coffee shop or restaurant. The streets don’t count you can scream for help all day long and no one will even glance your way, but go in a coffee shop where everyone there is enjoying their caffeine treat and half the men in there will stand up to defend a girl. It’s guaranteed.”

  Katianna sat nervously in the seat as Trenton and Diesel saw her home, they hadn’t asked and she hadn’t wanted to further the lie of where she lived so she didn’t offer. She knew of no way out of it without revealing where she did live, though she suspected Trenton didn’t believe her either and she could tell him the truth. She hated this, once in a lie one had to keep it up, that’s why she never told them, but how was she suppose to tell him she lived in the projects of Bushwick? No decent girl lived that close to one of New York’s most dangerous and destitute areas let alone in it. So she kept silent even as Trenton pulled into the courtyard of the Golden Yves once again.

  Trenton saw the fretting in her expression even as she got out of the truck and headed in, but he kept his suspicions to himself. He wasn’t going to push her for the truth, there had to be a reason and forcing her to recant the cover up would not get the response he wanted from her. He had other methods of finding out what he wanted.

  Moments later— “There she is.” Trenton pointed when he spotted her leaving the tower apartments just as she had before.

  Diesel jumped out of the Knight as soon as they spotted her dashing across the street. “Got her.” and was heading after her while Trenton brought the Knight around the two block section to the station and waited for him to report in.

  Trenton sat in the SUV staring at the data website on the laptop screen mounted on the console, waiting for the call from Diesel that would let him know where they were heading. Instead his gaze caught Diesel coming back out of the station and returning to the Knight. He threw up his hands and shook his head at Diesel wanting the explanation long before he even got back to the Knight.

  “Nope—she was gone before I ever reached the platform.” He climbed in closing the door and glanced at him curiously, “So ah—she’s really flipped your switch on, hasn’t she?”

  Trenton didn’t comment, opting rather to stare at the screen waiting for the data base to turn up her ID info.

  “You’re thinking you found what you’ve been looking for don’t you?”

  “Don’t know what you mean.”

  “Don’t give me that shit, Trenton, I’ve know you well enough to know what you’re thinking. We grew up together; we’ve been brothers since we was babies. I know what you’ve always wanted. And I’ll back you up on this, I will. I’ll do whatever you need to protect her just tell me what I’m protecting that’s all I ask.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what? Trenton you gotta be specific here.”

  “Yes—she’s the one.” He sighed. “Dammit Diesel—I want her to be the one.”

  Diesel nodded only faintly. Hard thing for a man to ask out of life. A Life Slave. Might as well ask for a vampire, a fairy god mother or as he always called them—unicorns. That’s what a Life Slave was, a unicorn. Just a dream and not even a common one. When a man asks a woman to surrender her entire life and every part of her control over to him with no expiration date.

  But it wasn’t a slave tale like you hear in horror stories or the news, this one was beautiful or at least he thought so. And it was still far more then the Sub Slaves that a Dom could enter into contract with for any outlined amount of time. A Sub Slave was there to service your desires and often underwent a considerable amount of BDSM workouts.

  A Life Slave was in a classification by itself, the Mona Lisa to your art collection or the Unicorn to your treasures. For her surrender you had to tend to her. Every detail of her care was now your responsibility. In a sense by taking her life in your hands you became the servant. Down to the simplest details like bathing and feeding them, but their body was yours to love and make love to. No—there was more—there was a whole art to it.

  Diesel had to admit he too desired that one day he’d find a woman who’d be willing to become his Life Slave and he was ready for that commitment. But finding the right woman for your body, heart and soul was hard enough alone, then to hope she would accept such an arrangement. A no could shatter a man’s sole—and he’d consoled himself over the years he could live with an alternative arrangement with the woman he would want to call his own and braced himself for the impact, but looking at Trenton right now he doubted his brother and lifelong friend had.

  The screen flickered and finally the information came up. She had a state ID and it gave an address.

  Trenton started up the Knight and was immediately turning it around to head in that direction.

  Diesel swiveled the laptop around to look. Morgan Towers corner of Park Avenue and 34th street. “Shit if she lives there, why the charades?”

  MORGAN TOWERS: UPPER MANHATTAN

  Trenton went to the door on the 56th floor. He paced a few steps to get his bearings straight. He had no idea what he was going to say, maybe say nothing at all. Maybe he was just going to take that succulent kiss from her and then walk away leaving her breathless to let it build inside her till the next time he saw her. But so help him if a man answered the door it would take—

  The door opened and there stood Garrett Steton, one of New York’s top male models. He’d seen him before at Stilettos with Vashon and Yigal before. Other than that he couldn’t say much about him.

  “Can I help you?” Garrett leaned against the door jam with a—I could give shit what you want—look.

  “I’m looking for Miss Katianna Dumas.”

  Garrett let out a sardonic huff, “Nah man I kicked that little girl out months ago. She cared more about her fucking stupid little books then my cock so I tossed her.” And without further thought he stepped back and closed the door.

  Trenton started to walk away, but he couldn’t. If he couldn’t find Katianna, and if he couldn’t do something about his hard on then he might as well expel some energy with the one thing he could do. He knocked on the door again.

  Trenton returned to the Knight grab
bing a tissue from the glove compartment. Diesel watched him precariously.

  “I sure as hell hope that wasn’t her blood.”

  “Guess I found her ex boyfriend, good thing he’s her ex—I didn’t like him much.”

  “Told him so, did ya?”

  “Mm—” Trenton grunted. “Couldn’t help it.” He shrugged, still wiping over his knuckles. His mind somewhere else.

  Diesel shrugged raising a brow at him. “So now what?”

  Trenton shook his head. Not even Amelia knew where she lived, he’d already asked. And nothing was coming up on the records. Dickwad boyfriend up there had put her out on the streets seven months ago. He shook his head. He had a bad feeling he wasn’t going to like what he found when he did find her and was contemplating if he should push her to some new living arrangements next time he saw her when she came out to accompany Amelia to one of the clubs. While he could easily pay for her to have her own Park Avenue apartment, to do so would equivocate his true plans for her. He didn’t want to be just her sugar daddy or her lover—he wanted to be the master of her whole life.

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  CHAPTER THREE

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  FIVE WEEKS LATER

  Katianna was just coming back from Amelia’s publishing office feeling some gratitude with herself having gotten her book turned in a week ahead of schedule and with a fresh check in her pocket she sprang for some Chinese food on the way home.

  She was running a budget in her head as to how many months she could pay in advance and still leave enough for her electric, some food and a bus pass without having to start looking for a job again, since she had quit at the coffee shop just to make her dead line. If she could just squeeze by through another six months she could actually have another book she had going, along with a novelette ready in time to get another payment to float her for another four to six months.