by Talon P. S.
He watched as it drove away with her in it and already he was wishing he could speed up time and be standing here when she arrived tomorrow.
Back inside the Doms all lined up, it was time for Marcus’ spankings.
“So which Sub will you command to take your birthday spankings?” Trenton gave him a smirk.
“Paris will take them in my place.”
Paris’ face went stark white as reality set in of just what he’d been called up for. And everyone was laughing at his expense.
Diesel lined him up into position, bent over, hands gripping the arm rests of Marcus’ throne, legs spread shoulder width apart. Marcus, who stood next to him, handed the paddle to the alpha first in line.
Trenton took position held the paddle ready, “You will keep count slave until you have received all thirty-four birthday blows, is that understood?”
“Yes Dominus.” Paris fought to answer back, the muscles in his body already tensing; he was not at all looking forward to this.
PHWACK
“Grrr—” Paris grip tightened on the arms of the throne and growled when the first smack of the paddle came across his bare ass.
“What was that?”
“One.” Paris bit out.
Trenton passed the paddle off to the next.
PHWACK— “Two.”
PHWACK— “Three.”
And around the room the turns were given until at number twenty-seven it was Diesel’s turn, “I think I should take over from here. I believe most of you have been far too gentle on Marcus here. He deserves a good hard spanking to celebrate his life.” Diesel goaded Paris rear end well reddened and hot, as well as his audience, smacking the paddle board in his palm.
“They seemed plenty hard enough to me Master Patronus.” Paris tried to defend his tortured ass, which got him a few chuckles.
Diesel swung and the slapping sound of the paddle against Paris’s raw cheeks rang out as did Paris’ growling. “Ahrrrr—Twenty-eight.”
Diesel nodded then took another turn.
PHWACK—
“Thirty-four!” Paris cursed the deliberate miscounted out loud. And everyone broke out in laughter.
“Now you have to start all over!” Someone shouted out.
Paris fiend a fainting, dropping to the floor hoping to get out of it.
“Did you lose count slave?” Diesel questioned him as he stood over the man clowning about on the floor.
“No Patronus, I just got a little confused that’s all.” His hand absently rubbing on his ass, dreading even the slightest suggestion that he’d have to go through that all over again.
“Very well, we’ll pick up where we left of then. Shall we?” Diesel grinned down at his brat.
Paris dutifully took the remaining five hits, not sure he liked the caress Diesel gave to his back side afterwards. While he was starving to have the man, he could do without the contact to his burning skin for a while, but kept quiet while his Patronus obviously enjoyed it. And why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t his ass that was on fire right now.
Trenton opened the floor to requests. The first one coming from Ripley calling to challenge Trenton’s for his status. A request that created an unfriendly riot among the other Doms.
“You cannot challenge a Master for status. Dominus’ title cannot be earned by challenge!” Olla was yelling across the room.
“It would not matter. Dominus is still healing from gunshot wounds he took only two weeks ago.” Diesel stepped in, “A physical challenge cannot be recognized even for the purpose of entertainment.” Diesel laid down the law as far as he was concerned. That was more for Trenton just in case he was feeling a little big on top of his world after having Katianna in his arms this evening. His brother was wearing a smile that was untouchable.
“Guess you’ll have to try that challenge another time Ripley.” Trenton chimed into to bring some peace back to the mood. “I might be able to fight off one brother, but not all four and still have the energy to accept.” He gave his challenger a humorous, awe shucks look, “You’d have an unfair advantage over me.” And that got everyone back to laughing.
“I’d like to challenge your slave.” Darko Laszkovi stepped up. A well muscled and darkly handsome man pointed at Paris. Darko who was also one of Sasha’ older brothers wasn’t a Dom in the community, but he was a regular at the club and friends with most everyone there.
“Paris has already had many matches. You’ve seen his strength, even for you Darko, he may be a challenge.” But Trenton could see the hard on in Darko’s pants along with the lust in his eyes. Paris had that effect on them all. He was richly handsome and radiated sex.
“I’ll take him.” Trenton heard Paris’ response behind him and he turned glancing back at Paris who had already participated in four matches so far.
“Darko here is a real athlete. He’s pretty strong.” Trenton warned him. Paris had his own muscles but he had to be getting tired, but he also some new expression in the man’s eyes. A different kind of lust now.
“You know how I like fucking power.”
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to stick your dick in the electrical outlets?” Diesel piped up.
Paris cocked his head with a wicked glance at Diesel, “She never told me I couldn’t.”
Diesel stifled a laugh, Paris was magnetic and ballsy. And he wondered if he was truly as insatiable as he claimed to be. Just thinking about it made him crave for the taste of him all the more. But not here and not yet. It was still too soon. Whims were never satisfying. He looked back at Sasha, “Are you certain you want to make this challenge?” Diesel glanced over to Darko, pushing for his confirmation from him.
“Someone needs to put your slave back on the bottom where he belongs.” Darko gave a lascivious grin and started stripping his clothes, waving for a condom wrapper and some gel. And everyone around cheered and started placing bets.
The two men stepped up to face each other and when Trenton called the match to begin to two instantly locked onto each other. But before anyone could realize what happened Paris had purposely speared himself on Darko’s cock and began urging the challenger to fuck him with all the force of a true gladiator.
Diesel slid behind everyone else and as he watched the fallen angel being fucked into bliss, he realized Paris was an addictive lure to him. It wasn’t often that he took a man to his bed and he was cautious about the choice and rarely gave in to the impulse. In fact he never did anything compulsive; he took his sweet time about taking anyone as a lover. But Paris wasn’t lover material really, his past love ‘em and leave track record was a testament to that, but there was no denying that while he watched the brat fuck with all the stamina and lust he could ever seek in a lover, Paris was like money burning a hole in his pocket.
With the party over, their guests heading home, the brothers began loading up in Marcus’ Becker Ford Excursion. Harper guided Marcena in the vehicle and went to Trenton, pulling him off to the side.
“I want your permission to take Marcena home with me for the rest of her stay.”
Trenton was taken by surprise by the request. Harper had long since withdrawn from B&D, because of his work. So what was it he was hoping to have with the privately owned slave? “No Harper she’s here for training, I’m being paid to correct bad behaviors. I can’t let you have her. You won’t follow up.”
“Yes I will, tell me what she needs. I’ll see to it her training is fulfilled. But I need this.”
Trenton studied the man, his face and something in his eyes. He’d been hurting for some time and none of them could reach him. But obviously something about this girl did. Perhaps there was something about her that could fix him, but that didn’t mean Trenton should do it. She belonged to Fambleush, then again Harper had once been very good at training. He was a gentle trainer, but a damn good one. If there was any hope of pulling Harper out of his dark pit, he owed it to his brother to try. “Fine, take her, but I’ll be checking in on you.”
“Thanks Trent.”
Conversation was light as they all rode home.
“Dominus—” Paris called up to the front where Trenton sat shot gun while Diesel drove Marcus’ SUV, “the woman that was in your arms tonight?”
“Easy. Watch yourself here.” One of the brothers sitting behind him warned Paris with a stern tone.
“I only meant to ask if I am to refer to her as mistress or as Domina?” Paris was thinking ahead, scheming to please Trenton. He watched Dominus with the woman and over heard most of the conversation earlier in the evening, so there was obviously something special about her to him, more than just being a flavor of the week.
“Absolutely not. You are never to refer to her in any such way ever.” He sounded as if Paris had just insulted him or the woman he referred to. “She is my first and one slave I will take for myself.”
Paris slammed back in the seat, completely at a loss over the statement. Dominus had had plenty of slaves hadn’t he? So how is it she was going to be his first? And she didn’t seem to be a slave or that is he didn’t treat her like one. Paris certainly didn’t see her on her knees or taking a paddling for Marcus. He was really confused now, but he was also too tired. He glanced around at Trenton’s brothers; they didn’t seem too confused by it. In fact they seemed pretty happy for him as if Trenton had just announced he was going to get married or something. Okay way too tired to see this clearly and he left it for now.
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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It was Saturday night and Amelia brought in several friends and guests to celebrate the release of Vashon’s latest fashion line and she just happened to line up a new Dom for the evening, so soon after arriving she disappeared up stairs while some of her guests returned to the dance floor and to hang out in the VIP glass room.
Kat didn’t know any of Amelia’s friends other then Vashon so she tried to keep herself in her story, but the heavy load of guests in the room and some of the mindless chatter that continued from the women in the groups including several models, soon landed Kat with a headache.
One of the guys offered her a headache powder and she readily accepted and shortly after he’d somehow also convinced her to join him out on the dance floor.
Trenton and Paris were just coming downstairs when Paris spotted her on the floor and along with a guy, and his rather possessive grip on her arm, while the other was attempting to move south despite a few feeble tries of her own to stop him. He tapped Trenton on the shoulder, “Dominus.” He pointed him in the direction of the woman; Paris had learned well enough the Dominus had a claim of his own on.
Trenton was seeing red instantly, “Stay here.” And he stomped off for the dance floor. Reaching the man who dared put his hands on his woman. Trenton was all, but gentle. A forceful hand shoved the man from Katianna. “Get lost!”
The man stumbled, but quickly recovered and moved to regain his position with the little woman he had already invested in, “Butt out! She’s mine.” The man snapped back.
Trenton’s hand clamped over his throat with lightening speed, “Not unless you want to wake up in a hospital fighting over her.”
The man let out a few choked curses, but finally relented. Backing off the instant Trenton’s grip released him.
“Trenton—” Katianna sounded relieved when she saw him and her hands darted out to grab at his shirt.
Trenton scooped her up in his arms and toted her off the dance floor. He was furious that she’d dare flaunt about with another guy in front of him, not after last night; that is until he set her back down. She swayed on her feet, he had to hold her to keep her from falling, then lifted her face up to look at him and he saw that her eyes were dilated far more than they should be in the club lighting. “What have you been taking?”
Her head shook and it sent her further off balance. Trenton held her by the arms, tightening the force of his grip nearly lifting her off her toes. “What did you take Katianna?” His command gritted against her to cut through the drug like stupor.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out the BC paper envelope and showed it to him. “I had a headache. This guy—one of Amelia’s friends Lenny gave it to me, but I didn’t want to go on the dance floor—” her fingers reached to grab his shirt, but he pulled her from him, putting her hands at her side then back to hold her steady.
“How bad? How high are you now?”
“I’m not high.” She glared at him, “I only took a headache powder.”
“Scale of one to ten?”
She looked up at him and that alone made her sway, “The room keeps tilting—” a smile broke on her face, “but I’m not feeling any pain— and it’s really warm in here.”
“You’ve been drugged Katianna, I need to know how bad.” He reworded his question hoping to get some sense out of her.
It took a moment for her mind to grasp, but when she did her eyes grew wide and she stared up at him, “If I don’t realize I’m fucked up than that’s when I’m in some trouble, right?” Trenton’s implication was starting to sink in, it’d been awhile, but she remembered Garrett’s friends and how they acted when they did drugs and there were so many, but mostly she remembered what went on around them. Even worse if no one was sober enough to control some of the activities that took place. Alarm kicked in, “You’ll take care of me right?”
Trenton cooled, accessing her condition, she was in a blur, but still able to comprehend with a little pushing to focus her, but not knowing what she took he was very aware that it could get worse, “I’d say you were a seven right now then.”
Katianna’s brow furrowed, “Damn Trenton at least lie and tell a girl she’s a ten when she’s high so she’ll feel better about herself.”
Trenton let out a hardy laugh, yep she was high alright. She generally didn’t let her wit out like this around him so easily. “Hard rules?” For her sake he would treat tonight like a contract.
“Don’t take advantage of me—” She was growing worried now, realizing she wasn’t in the right state of mind and it was likely to get worse. It hadn’t even been an hour yet since she took the powder. Her hands caught his shirt once again and she curled her fingers tight to prevent him from taking it away from her. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do just don’t take advantage of me.” She glanced over her shoulder at Paris then back at Trenton, “You won’t let anyone else take me away will you?”
“Never. You’ll be safe with me you know that.”
“Good. No matter what though—cuz it wouldn’t be fair. I don’t think I’m going to remember any of this.” The room tilted and she swayed with it, her fingers tightening even more and his hands tighten around her to hold her steady. “Oh god—” she gasped for a controlled breath, “I’m going to be so sick tomorrow aren’t I?”
“I’ll get you some mint water that usually does the trick after some food.”
Katianna nodded till her head fell to his chest and she waited for his reply.
“After this you agree to let me court you.” He pulled her head up to look at him, his thumb grazing over her lip.
“Court me?”
“For your submission as my slave.” What had moments ago been rage was now passion and a deep desire as if he was about to control the world.
“The Life Slave?”
“Yes.”
She nodded, but she was already turning into an eight and the new information from him was getting rerouted rather than sinking in to what she was agreeing on. Just as long as she was safe was all she cared about right now—and maybe touching the hot hard body that held her.
“Come little mouse lets go pay a visit at Amelia’s booth and get your things.” He laced her fingers into his, not trusting she would be able to cling to him in her state and led her with him, “Paris, follow.”
Trenton made his way along the booths, Katianna in his hand and Paris following closely behind till they came around to Amelia’s booth on the en
d. But there was no sign of Amelia or even Vashon. Trenton paused glancing at the four guys that were there. His hand waving Paris to kneel, his focus zeroing in on the man who’d been out on the dance floor. “Watch her Paris.”
But before he could step away Katianna squealed, “Trenton you said!”
Trenton quickly took her arm up in his grip “Shhh—Kat it‘s okay. I’m not giving you away. But I need to go have a talk with the boys and it’s not going to be a friendly conversation. So I need you to stay out here so you don’t get hurt. Now Paris here is going to keep you in his arms so you don’t wonder off. Okay?” She nodded. “Paris sit back on your heels.” And as Paris did Trenton eased Katianna down into his lap, “Anybody tries to touch her other than my brothers—break their necks.”
“Yes Dominus.”
Trenton stood then let out a sharp whistle that alerted the two bouncers standing near the bar and they quickly made their way over as Trenton stepped into Amelia’s booth.
Katianna slumped against Paris just watching the event unfold on the other side of the glass. “Oh god he’s going to shoot them isn’t he?”
“If he doesn’t, I’m bettin’ Diesel might.” He whispered in response when he saw Patronus coming down the stairs.
Diesel caught the tussle taking place inside the end booth and headed over, but stopped when he saw Katianna in Paris’ lap. “What happened?”
“I’m okay.” She sang.
“Apparently someone slipped her something.” Paris gave a better evaluation of her condition.
Diesel knelt before them, forced her eye open with two fingers studying them then his fingers moved to her neck to feel her pulse, “Didn’t I tell you in safety class not to accept drinks from strangers?”
“I didn’t take a drink. I took a headache powder.” She peevishly protested. He was the second one to pin her with the fault of her condition.