Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  “And what do you think?” He hopped to ease her from the dark pool of thoughts that were not solely her own, but had to gentle her out, any yanking and she just might dive in head first.

  “I don’t know what I think.” She struggled to not cry, but her eyes pooled and he could hear the tears in her voice none the less, so lost, “But I’ve lost my home again, one more time I having nothing. I don’t even want to leave the hospital, because I have no place to go, and its Christmas. What if he’s right? Who has such bad luck to be thrown out on the street two days before Christmas?”

  “Don’t worry you’re not getting put out on the streets. You’ll have a place to go—some place safe.”

  “No. I’m just a tumble weed bouncing around wherever the wind takes me—breaking off at little pieces here and there. I don’t even have a computer anymore—I can’t write without it, I don’t even have that anymore.” There was no stopping the tears now as they streamed down first one cheek then the other. His hand couldn’t wipe them away fast enough.

  And there was her broken heart—she didn’t have her own life. What little she had managed to put together for herself over the past few months had been stripped away from her, even her ability to write.

  Trenton felt his hopes slip away. Just when he thought she was in his arms, he realized now he had to let her go. He’d had every intention of taking her home with him. But to do so was just taking over her life when she was a wreck. She had no life to surrender to him, he was merely picking up the pieces and she couldn’t refuse him for it. And that would not do, not for what he wanted out of her, because eventually once she had time to regain her strength she would start to resent his possession over her.

  It was something she would have to have for herself, a life on her own before he could ask her to surrender it to him. He couldn’t even consider asking her to be with him. And letting go of the one dream he ever desired was going to be the hardest thing for him to do.

  He lowered over her, kissing her forehead as she drifted off to sleep “Sleep now baby. I’ll restore your bliss one day when you’re ready.” He whispered in her ear.

  He waited a little longer finding it hard to walk away, just a few more moments to watch her sleep. He fished his cell phone out dialed the number and waited—

  “Hello?” The familiar voice of a woman on the other end answered.

  “Amelia—its Trenton.” He took a deep breath rolling his lips in thought, “I need a favor.”

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  Two weeks after Katianna was attacked she was riding silently in the executive limo, sitting up front with Harper Lancings, the detective that had stopped by the hospital often along with Detective Tate Marshal to ask questions about her attacker and was now seeing her to her new home.

  As he drove, he made excuses for Trenton’s absence something about work and he couldn’t get away.

  Katianna stared out the window. She couldn’t stop the tears as they slowly made their escape. She couldn’t discern exactly why she was crying only that she was sad. The nurses said it was probably just post traumatic stress, but she wasn’t sure that was it either. Though the extinguished gentleman that stopped by to introduce himself as Dr. Laszkovi made no similar comment. He offered to listen to her as long as she talked about herself. She didn’t know what to say and that only compounded her pain and frustration. She asked if she could just cry and he nodded pleasantly commenting that in the flood of tears eventually the answers she sought would float to the surface where she could reach them and there was no hurry to understand. She didn’t know if she was depressed or just sad. But when you’re depressed do you really know what affects you? She tried to tell herself it wasn’t because of Trenton, he had given her a moment at her darkest hour… he owed her nothing else.

  “Why the tears little one?” Harper asked, glancing at her for a moment then back to the road.

  Katianna pulled out her iPad and using the tablet pen scribbled some words on it, large enough so he could read while he was still driving.

  — Just when I think I got the ride running okay I hit another dead end. —

  “That’s pretty good since you don’t even own a car.” He chuckled light heartedly, “Relax—if this turns out to be another dead end for you it’s a pretty damn good one to get stopped at.”

  Katianna had no idea what that meant, but she figured she’d find out soon enough.

  It was a rather long drive taking her far from the city regions, smaller towns and communities passed them by and an occasional glimpse of the Atlantic ocean and the over bearing weight of the city fell away. Even the air smelled cleaner.

  A little over two hours later Harper pulled the limo up to the large gates and just beyond them was a mansion that was beyond anything Katianna had ever laid eyes on. Beyond just Hollywood flare with its multi level multi section assembly. All in a creamy color with dark navy roof tiles. It was European wealth at its best.

  Katianna gasped as they pulled in and was quickly feeling incredible small and insignificant. “Who lives here?”

  “This is the Quinneth Family Estate. Amelia Quinnith’s home.”

  She cocked her head towards him paling in her bewilderment, “Why are we here?”

  Harper pulled the limo around to the side where they could see towards the back, to the pool and the ocean just beyond. “Because there—” he pointed to a cottage sized building just off to the side of the pool area at the edge where the lawn touched the beach, “—is where you will be living from now on.”

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  CHAPTER FIVE

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  FIVE WEEKS LATER

  There was a knock on his door.

  Trenton looked up from his desk just as Marcus stepped into his office, he had almost expected to see him sometime today either him or Diesel. One of his brothers was going to say something to him.

  “Just got back from taking Katianna to the oral surgeon.” Marcus stopped about half way, hooking his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans and waited for Trenton’s response. The mop of dark, wavy hair falling in his eyes. He hadn’t even bothered to remove his sun glasses yet.

  Trenton kept his attention on the paper work on his desk as if it was far more important and required his undivided attention, “Yeah? How’d that go?”

  “Funny you should ask. We were all beginning to wonder if you even cared.”

  “Of course I care—” but Trenton kept his face down and flipped a few pages over feigning to read over them.

  “It shows.” Marcus gave a quirky cock of his head.

  It was an attempt to set him off. Trenton’s elbow came down on the desk and his head fell into his hand while his fingers raked through his hair then stalled. “If you got something to say… then say it and get out.” He gritted his teeth, “I’ve got work to do.” Biting off his anguish before he exploded on Marcus. Trenton fought to contain himself. He’d been ready to explode for weeks now. Always on edge.

  “Okay—if that’s how it is. Hardly a day went by at that hospital that you weren’t there with her. Now you don’t even pick up the phone to say hello? You’re still paying for everything. Hell you’re practically paying Amelia to have her live on the Estate. So what gives?”

  “Just helping out that’s all.” Trenton glowered.

  “Some help! She was looking for you today. Guess it was just some silly girl notion that you might be there waiting on her when she came out of surgery.” Marcus wasn’t at all kind about his sarcasm.

  “Dammit Marcus it was just a simple outpatient procedure. I have a job to do and I leave for Europe in two days.”

  “So you’re too busy for her now? Is that it?”

  “No. It’s not like that. Damn it Marcus I shouldn’t have to explain it to you.”

  Marcus had no intentions of letting up; the five of them had been through hell and high water together. They’d all had their dreams mapped out before they even got out of the servi
ce. Kept each other on track. Even got lucky when they pulled a winning lotto ticket that allotted them enough money to make those dreams happen. All but one. They all desired a woman, a single woman who could fulfill their darkest desires and their hearts. But Marcus knew all too well sometimes a man has to give up the darker ones. “Explain anyways.”

  “God damn it Marcus she doesn’t have a life to surrender to me. She needs that for herself and I am trying to help her with it, but I can’t be around her at the same time. I want her too strongly. I want her with me now!”

  “Then why isn’t she?!” Marcus barked heatedly at him.

  “Because!” Trenton bellowed out throwing his arms in the air “How can I possibly ask her to be my Life Slave when—”

  “Life Slave?! That’s what this is about?” Marcus cut him off. “Fantasies Trenton! There just fucking fantasies!” Marcus was livid, stepping up to challenge Trenton further on the matter and letting him have it full force. “They’re not real! You’re breaking her heart and yours—because you won’t give them up!”

  “NO!” Trenton pushed to his feet raging now, “I won’t give them up! It’s all I have ever wanted! And she will be the one to fill my needs! I just have to give her time!”

  Marcus took a deep long breath gritting his teeth, he jabbed a finger at his friend, “You’re insane keeping with these pipe dreams and you’re throwing away a perfect woman for you.” And turned on his heels and stormed out, nearly slamming into Diesel in the hall. He stopped glaring hotly at Diesel. “And I suppose you support him on this?”

  “Of course I do. I would you too.” Diesel answered calmly. And he had. That was where Marcus’s real rage was stemming from, he knew that. Marcus was like him and Trenton he too desired a woman to surrender to him. Only Marcus had already made the proposition twice in his life time and both had ended in pain for his brother in arms.

  Marcus’ first had been Ajmaani. He met her when they were still stationed in Chechnya. She was so young, too young for such a commitment actually, but desperate to flee a country torn by war she had surrendered her life to Marcus. It was good for him; she was his way to escape the blood and pounding noise of civil war that had nothing to do with him. Ajmaani accepted every part of Marcus’ pampering, because she had never experienced such devoted attention from a man. She accepted his tender dominance, because before him she had known only cruelty and rape. She accepted his possessiveness and over protectiveness because she had need for it in a battle zone and needed his protection. But when they had all returned to the US and he brought her with him, freedom started to set in and change her. She saw a life without bullets and mortars. She saw parties and concerts and cookouts. While Marcus’s face only reminder her of home and his dominance reminded her of what she promised to him. Even when he gave her all that she asked for, made every effort to make up for what her life had lacked, it had not been enough and she began to rebel.

  She made new friends, American friends and when her new friends freaked when she confessed she was Marcus’s Slave, she wanted out. Marcus’ dreams were crushed, but he allowed her to leave, helped her get a place of her own and even set her up with some money to get by on till she could stand on her own.

  Not long after, Marcus started dating Marissa. He met her at one of Dane’s parties and she was a Sub who at the time was curious about the life of B&D. After a year Marissa was ready to spend the rest of her life with Marcus, but when Marcus proposed to her to become his Life Slave instead of his bride, she flipped out and called off their relationship. Marcus had not been involved with another woman since.

  Diesel watched as their brother fume down the hall and disappeared into his own office, then brushed Trenton’s door open.

  Trenton was still at his desk, his face surrendered to his hands. The files that had once been on his desk now strewn out across the floor. There just wasn’t enough room in that troubled head of his to hear any more. So Diesel left him alone.

  Heavy thing to dream of—owning a unicorn and once you’ve found one, how do you put a leash on it?

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  CHAPTER SIX

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  FOUR YEARS LATER

  Dominus Trenton Leos—he didn’t own the club, but you wouldn’t think that by watching him. The way he controlled the floor, who visited who. He ruled the roost and no one ever dared question him. As Master of Doms and investor to his brother’s establishment he was the clubs top VIP. The plush VIP booth in the back of the club wasn’t just reserved for him, he owned it and he had unlimited access to everything inside the club, including its Subs.

  He almost always had more than one Sub baying at his heels for his affection and depending on his mood he could make them wait it out all night before he ever crooked a finger in their direction. And that playtime would be in addition to the often present Slave in training.

  All that aside, Trenton was probably the sexiest man Katianna had ever laid eyes on. And he had been the source of her story characters on more than one occasion. But her fantasy character, no matter how well developed she made them didn’t hold a candle to the real man. Trenton was flesh, blood and raw sex. And she’d give just about anything to taste all three of them. There was just one problem—she didn’t play his game.

  “You know I could hook you up with a nice starter Sub—” the sultry voice offered from the woman who sat next to her.

  Katianna turned to look at her publisher and landlord, Amelia Quinneth, “No Amelia, I’m fine without them.”

  “Perhaps a Dom then?” She threw her a wink and Kat could have sworn she was making eye contact with someone on the outside of her VIP booth.

  “Not even.” Her response curling up in a wavy tone to show her playfulness, but in no way did she want to be set up with any of the men Amelia played with. She would not relinquish her control to any of them, not that she had much to relinquish, but still.

  “You know one of these days your lusty wishing well is going to run dry if you don’t learn to feed it one of these days—and then I’m not going to be at all happy.” She cocked a brow at her. She was always threatening she’d kick her out on her ass if her writing ever dried up. So far it hadn’t and since Katianna was working on twelve different books running simultaneously right now, she didn’t gander the well was running dry anytime soon.

  “I get plenty of food for thought just watching. Besides if I had a lover where would I find the time to write?”

  “I just find it highly disturbing that you can whip up such tantalizing details and never experience them.”

  “Would you prefer I stop? I could possibly start writing science fiction or perhaps children stories?”

  “Don’t you dare or I truly will throw you out on the street.” Amelia’s green eyes fired up with a tumultuous dare. It was one of her sexier looks. Especially under all those waves of wine dipped hair. Like a fountain of merlot being poured over ivory skin. At 46, Amelia was still hell in high heels, a shrewd business woman and desired by many men, looking for a match that filled their cocks with lust, but without making them look like they were robbing the cradle. Who said over forty was old, not to look at Amelia—she was exquisite all the way to the finest details.

  Katianna’s lips curled into a wicked smile, she knew she would win this round, she always did. Amelia could argue her to the wind about her means for writing, but threaten to take the literature treat away and Amelia would fold every time.

  “Eyes down here comes your Dom now.” Katianna teased her boss as she spied the older man coming their way.

  “Fuck he’s early.” Her hands pressing her hair then doing a quick check over her super tight fitting satin dress that squeezed and pressed as good as any corset and held her well cared for D cup’s in voluptuous perfection. A small gold ring just barely visible dangling from a chain between her legs, giving a teasing hint to the erotic jewelry hidden further up.

  Carlton Dandricks was the Dom flavor of the week. Amelia
had a taste for playing Sub, but her business mind had a way of having damn near every detail planned out long before it ever happened. The Doms called it topping from the bottom. And not generally tolerated by most Doms, but you didn’t get to Amelia without it.

  Amelia was rich, old family rich. Aside from the family business she worked hard to keep under management that dealt mostly with European trade markets consultation, she also ran several smaller side businesses to suit her fancy that included a fashion line with some of the top designers in the country and a publishing house. That’s where Katianna came in.

  Amelia discovered her by accident when Katianna left her iPad behind one day and the person who found it got nosey. Her would-be gadget rescuer, forgot about returning the iPad after losing an entire afternoon at that coffee shop reading one of the stories Katianna had been proofreading on it. The pad then got shuffled around from one friend to the next till it landed in Amelia’s hands a month later. Amelia had a nose for these things and since the story was delivered with an already growing fan base she knew she found a winner before ever reading it, but once she had, she was hooked.

  Amelia had set her sleuths out to find the owner of the iPad and that was how Quinn’s Lovely Publishing became her publisher. Soon after Katianna found herself the ecstatic author of five titles

  Following the new high of her success followed a trail of lows, the loss of her five year relationship with Garret and the dark days that followed. The struggles of being on her own on a writer’s peasant income and then the day when fate had something else in store for her, her life turned upside down in the blink of an eye. At least she can safely say she escaped her would-be killer if not the head on collision with a red pickup truck.

  She’d suffered through her injuries, seven weeks of having her jaw wired shut and the cast on her arm. And it took even longer for her abdomen and what had once existed inside to heal. But a certain man with unwavering control and unexpected tenderness had sat with her through the darkest part of that so she wasn’t alone. He’d seen her through then set her free. While it had been hard both physically and emotional she would never forget what he had given her.