by Talon P. S.
Katianna wouldn’t even let Diesel tease her into talking a peek beyond those doors. Knowing that was where the club’s purpose was put on display was enough to keep her feet firmly rooted at the poolside.
Trenton had already put down several shots of a no name brand of silver tequila; it seemed rather suitable how the drink failed to meet his pallet of taste just as the patrons inside the club did. He shook his head at his own thoughts. He use to come here and enjoy the hell out of himself, as he walked through the crowd of paired bodies, through the maze of barely there partitioned beds and loungers topped with couples lost in their search for something they had yet reached. He walked among them like some hierarchy of his own castle, because he knew—knew what they were missing. And only he knew the secret to finding sexual nirvana.
Perhaps his vanity was taken too high in a place like this, but he couldn’t prevent it. Seeing such need on their faces, desperation for that deep satiety.
Trenton reached for his next shot, staring at its contents. He knew what he wanted. It just wasn’t here and like the shitty tequila he was drinking, was trying to make the best of what was availed to him.
A woman at the corner of the bar smiled his way. He stilled with his drink watching her—short spiking tendrils of golden brown hair framed her face and the back of her neck. The low scoop neck shirt revealed plump cleavage further adorned with a long chain and a charm that dropped precariously between her breasts. He watched as she took a long drink from her wine glass then licked her red stained lips seductively, but kept her eyes down. She was fantasying without the courage to look at him. As long as she kept her eyes down, it appealed to him. But he felt nothing.
This wasn’t good. He was in charge of Katianna’s safety; he couldn’t afford himself to be around her and in full heat for her. He needed to dispel some sexual frustration somehow. His hand wasn’t going to do the trick, he’d just think of her. What he needed to do was put someone else inside his head. His gaze shifted back to the shot glass he still held in his fingers. There wasn’t room for anyone else in his head.
Trenton’s thoughts broke as someone stepped up, he looked— “What are you doing here?” Trenton stammered when Diesel was suddenly standing next to him.
“A better question would be to ask what the hell are you doing at all?” Diesel reached, taking the shot glass from Trenton’s fingers and downed it himself. He made a harsh grimace, “Ugh—that’s awful.” Then set the glass upside down with the others Trenton had lined up to keep count of just how far down he was going.
“I came to entertain myself.” Trenton defended.
Diesel glanced at the row of shot glasses in front of his brother, raising a brow at him, “Yeah? And how’s that working for you?”
Trenton leaned back on the bar, “The more I drink the more they start to look appealing to me.” His gaze tightened.
“Give it up. Your dick doesn’t get hard for anyone but the slaves you train and Katianna.” He slapped a heavy hand down on Trenton’s shoulder, “So stop fooling yourself thinking you’re going to find someone here to appease you, brother.”
Trenton brushed Diesel’s thick heavy arm from his shoulder, “My dick is just fine and tonight it will want someone other than Kat.” he protested.
Diesel let out a smirk, “Do what you want, but for now I put something in the pool for safe keeping—mind keeping an eye on it while I go look around a bit?”
Trenton glanced around suddenly recalling Diesel was supposed to be watching Katianna, “Hey, where the hell is Kat?”
Diesel grinned, “She’s safe and closer then you think.”
“Wait, what do you mean you put something in the pool?” Trenton gave Diesel a hard look, he knew he was drunk, but what the hell was Diesel putting in the pool and he half hoped it wouldn’t and half hoped it would be Katianna?
Diesel twisted and pointed across the room to the small woman swimming inside it.
“Son of a bitch.” Trenton scrubbed at his face with his hand, “Why’d you have to bring her here, Deez?”
“Because you need her—and you need to stop running from it.”
Trenton shot him a heated glance, “I’m not running from anything. But now you got her in there and every drunk in the bar is going to be paying to swim with her.” He shoved Diesel from his line of sight as his eyes scanned the crowd for any signs that others might soon be joining her.
“Relax I paid the manager a thousand bucks to keep everyone else out for two hours.”
Trenton watched as Katianna twirled playfully then dipped under the water and swam along the length of the pool. Instantly mesmerized by her presence and finally his cock was waking up.
He groaned, “Payback is going to be hell when your time comes Deez.”
“If ever I find a lover that can handle my needs and I’m not already mounting, than please feel free to shove my nose in their direction. I will gladly succumb.” And he walked off disappearing into the crowd.
Trenton went to the edge and squatted down on the edge waiting for Katianna to surface. When she did her eyes seemed to light up for him and she swam over to the edge next to his feet.
Trenton did his best to contain the groan he felt his chest and his cock just looking at her. “Do you have any idea how seductively vulnerable you look in the pool?”
“Diesel made me come.” But no sooner she said it she realized it didn’t come out sounding right, “—here.” She blinked thoughtfully at him, “Diesel made me come here.”
Trenton only laughed.
Katianna ducked down low in the water till it came up over her lips, pale eyes glancing up at him shyly. He remembered that look, only she was in a bathtub at the time and his cock throbbed with the memory. Dammit Diesel.
“Come out of the pool—so I can dry you off.”
“No.” She gave him a playful pout. “I like being in the pool.”
“You like pools?”
She nodded. “Have you ever seen those architect pictures where they design the pools that go inside the house? Do you think anyone really has those?”
“I will build one in mine if it will lure you to it.”
“Along with a bathtub in the bedroom?” She purred playfully.
“Especially the bathtub in the bedroom.”
She laughed, “Now I know you’re drunk.”
“Only drunk enough to foolishly admit that for you, I’d do anything you wanted to get you into my house.”
“Like a pool with a water fall?”
“If that pleases you.” He may be drunk but he wasn’t lying. He wanted her with him and under him. He wanted her in every way imaginable till it hurt.
Her grin deepened, “You’d have me spoiled.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” His own smile matching hers. God he felt like his heart was swelling up as the conversation lured her within inches of plunging into his life and she was still smiling at him. Those sheepish eyes glinting in the club lighting.
“And what would I have to give for such customized treatment?”
“You. All of you. Your complete submission.”
Katianna stilled at the thought, he was still looking for the Sub. She realized he was still in his game.
Trenton saw the change in her, as minute as it was, the term complete submission was still a demand she wasn’t sure of. “When you are ready then.” He commented further as a subtle way to let her know she did not have to surrender to him just yet. His smile softened, but he didn’t lose any of what he felt inside for her. She was close—so close to him now.
“Can I stay in the pool a little longer?” Shifting the meaning of his open offer as a means to change the subject and she heard the slight chuckle in him and his laughing smile sprang back as she pushed off from the wall and stroked back away from him before sinking under the water’s surface.
She looked up at him through the water that now surrounded her, some dreamy portal that allowed her to stare at him indirectly, like a dream in
a parallel universe.
Trenton watched from the edge of the underwater siren, that’s what she looked like right now floating below the surface in the white chemise. Her legs shifting gracefully like a mermaid with legs. She was beautiful. He almost chuckled as she stared back up at him, so surreal. Had he not known better he might have begun to worry how she kept so still underwater, but he had watched her many times when he was out at Amelia’s estate. Watched as she swam in the large pool there and was very aware of how long she could hold her breath.
Trenton dragged his hand over his face to break the locked gaze between them. It was too hard to not touch her, like an ache deep inside fighting to get out. It was a good thing she was in the pool right now. He had too many shots and they were testing his control.
Katianna watched the wavy distorted figure of his body move away from the pool’s edge. What was the expression he wore? Something had him bothered and she wished she knew what it was. Was it because he was seeking for that one submissive to fill his life? Was there such a thing when a man wanted only one Sub, his way of having a wife?
She needed to come up for air. She kicked and came up along the pool’s wall on the opposite side from Trenton finding him back at the bar paying his tab and downing a shot glass that had been waiting for him.
She could see the angst in him and she couldn’t help but wonder if she was the cause for it. After all he had come here on his own only to have Diesel bring her out and now Trenton was stuck watching over her while Diesel was somewhere in the club, no doubt enjoying the sexual liberties it provided.
Katianna wished she had the courage to say something to him. To submit to him. Not as his Sub but to simply submit to his desires—she could do that—just not here. Not here where it was just sex—sex without connections. Without faces.
The instant shock of someone’s hand on her shoulder had her reeling in the water and immediately dunked under before she had time to make a sound, and when she saw the man bent over to reach for her again she pushed off from the wall keeping under its surface. She heard the splash and looking back, she saw the swirl of bubbles and the heavy set man who had jumped in after her. Her heart skipping several beats as she kicked hard for the other side.
Katianna broke through the surface letting out a high pitched yelp just as the man tried to grasp her ankle.
“Come here pretty thing. I just want to get to know you.” The American man called after her reaching for her once more when she kicked free of him.
“Trenton!” She screeched out, his name bouncing on the water’s surface.
Trenton spun at the sound of Katianna calling for him and his blood was instantly boiling at the sight of someone in pursuit of her. He was at the side of the pool just as she reached it and stooped down catching for her. His hands slipping under her arms and yanked her out with the full force of his legs as he stood. He shifted her to his side and reached for his side arm.
Katianna saw the dark streak as Trenton brought his gun around and aimed it at the man who was still swimming over, as if he had the right to protest Trenton’s claim on her. The moment the man looked up and into Trenton’s gun barrel, he was instantly rearing back. His hands up in a submissive pose and he backed off.
Trenton holstered his gun and led Katianna over to the bar with a stiff command of his body, where he had a towel waiting. He wrapped the thick terry cloth sheet around her, drying her, caressing her body with it. Letting the act itself smooth down his own ruffled feathers.
“Okay now?” He forced a gentle nudge for her well being. She nodded, letting him dry and warm her with an almost possessive gaze.
Trenton’s mind went back to the time when she had allowed him to do far more. When he washed her face and brushed her hair. When he washed her, even shaved her while she was in the hospital. He pushed the corner of the towel though her hair, seeing her quiet expression watching him undisturbed by his attentiveness. It was far too much of a temptation for him and he pulled her to him, caught in the towel and kissed her. Her mouth easily opened to him. The first tastes of her tongue on his ignited him. That first faint kiss was like feeding fresh oxygen to a banked inferno and it wasn’t enough. Temptation scorched into uncontrolled hunger like a brush fire caught in a warm breeze and he soon had her trapped in his arms, his tongue buried beyond her lips tangling with her own. He moved a hand behind her head so she could not pull away from him and he pushed deeper for her kiss.
Katianna’s head was spinning, his kiss so deep and hungry it was everything and so much more then she had ever envisioned. Melting and brandishing her under the force of his mouth. She had longed for this for so long. She felt like she was falling into his storm, every inch of her body was turning on like little switches of electricity, the demand of his kiss throwing the breakers as he overwhelmed her. She couldn’t keep up with his search, couldn’t match the raging hunger that licked at her mouth right now—yet nothing could dispel the taste of the tequila that reminded her he’d been drinking and he admittedly said he was drunk. This wasn’t real at all, but it felt so good she didn’t want to care. Her body blazing when she felt him press against her. Muscled arms locking around her sent rippling waves of lust and need in every direction. Oh god she needed this.
She was only vaguely aware that he was lifting her in his arms, carrying her off somewhere. Never breaking his kiss with her. She was desperate for breath now as he ate at her lips, his powerful arms dominated over her body keeping her in his control. She noted the music from the bar fall away, felt the lounger against her back as he laid her down on it… and then she heard the sounds of others in their sexual embrace nearby and she froze up. Felt Trenton’s hands slide down the side of her body and slip between her legs to press them open for him. More sounds of stranger’s grunting reached her ears assaulting her senses. Not even the arousing touch of his hand was enough to block out the moans of strangers openly having sex close by.
She tucked away from his kiss and pushed against him, her palms flat against his chest.
“Stop!” She protested when her pushes were futile to press him away. The loud grunt of a man too close for her comfort and a sudden rage filled her. All she could sense now was everyone else in the club and she didn’t want to be one of them. Didn’t want to be the drunk fuck Trenton Leos had in Paris. She couldn’t bare the loss of intimacy even if it was one she had dreamed up—that she had always wished was between them. Better to stick with her silent fantasy then submit to this.
“STOP!” She cried desperately this time.
Trenton pulled back sensing something was unacceptable with her only to feel the sting of her hand on his face when she slapped him.
“I won’t let you take me in here!” Her cry was filled with hurt and rage, but before his wits could calculate his needed apology, she was jumping from the lounger and running off. Her escape short lived when he heard her yelp yet again.
He ran for the hall to find her huddled on the floor against the wall burying her face in her arms while an equally startled, stark naked man stood over her. The man’s expression finding Trenton’s glare, “I didn’t mean to frighten her.” He tossed his hands up and gave a puffed gesture, common among the French people, “She ran right into me.” The exasperated response came in French.
Trenton went to her pulling her into his arms sheltering her, waving the man to back away. “Shhh—it’s okay little mouse. I got you.”
“I wanna go home.” She mumbled in his shirt as her fingers curled into it.
He lifted her up in his arms, his heart aching terribly. He’d really fucked up letting his passion for her get away from him. He had hoped she was ready, but he had been wrong. “I promise to take you home as soon as we can, but for now I will take you back to the hotel.”
Trenton hailed a cab leaving the limo in place for Amelia and the others. He was in such a hurry to get Katianna out of the club he didn’t even bother search for Diesel or the locker for Katianna’s clothes, though he knew Diesel
would have been available to leave had he asked. Diesel wasn’t into public displays of passion in any form. A touch of his hand to his lover’s neck or back—maybe even a kiss to the temple, but that was about all. He was a very private man when it came to his own lovers, but didn’t mind watching others.
Trenton looked over at Katianna who was scooted about as far into the corner of the seat as she could get from him.
“Kat—” He wiped at his forehead. “I’m sorry I hadn’t expected you to be there, I put down quite a few drinks and when you showed up—well I got really aroused—”
“Don’t!” She snapped, still keeping her eyes out the window. “Please don’t.” Again, only softer, revealing her sorrow. She didn’t want to hear it really—that he was drunk and aroused and she was an easy target at the moment. It was a mistake, she knew that. She wasn’t his type really, just fun to toy with. And that hurt just as much as it would have hurt had she let him fill his needs right there with the whole world to watch her in her shame. She bit her lips to muffle the sob that threatened as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
Back at the hotel Katianna locked herself in her room. When Trenton tried to offer further apologies through the door, he only got the sound of her shower turning on to block him out.
Trenton was beside himself, but god when the others returned he was going to put Diesel on his back for setting this hell in motion.
Trenton, not figuring Katianna was going to be coming out of her room anytime tonight, went down stairs to the lounge. They didn’t have a pool, but they did have an all hours bar and better tequila.
He ordered four fingers of El Condeazul Blanco on the rocks, grabbed a handful of limes, the small bottle of Tabasco and found a table in the corner where he could watch the front lobby of the hotel and proceeded to work up a sweat, attempting to put in more alcohol then his blood saturation could handle at this point. But he had foolishly let his desires for Katianna off the leash and she had run from him, so this was his punishment.