Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  Diesel let out a hard sigh. Debating a number of thoughts.

  “I think I’m gonna be sick.” Katianna’s face suddenly went grey.

  “Take her into Dane’s office use the bathroom in there and wait for us.”

  Paris was just finishing up washing her face up when Trenton, Diesel and the two bouncers came in. Trenton instantly took over and excused Paris to take a seat on the sofa.

  “Any idea what they gave her?” Diesel asked the obvious, now that he’d been made aware of what had taken place.

  Trenton passed the wrapper Katianna had given him over to Diesel. “Whatever it was, it was in this.”

  “Well that’s a new one.” Diesel commented on the new form of doping, looking over the common brand headache medicine wrapper. He sniffed it, but nothing stood out to its identity.

  “Where’s Amelia?” Trenton dropped down in the chair behind the desk pulling Katianna into his lap.

  “In one of the private rooms.” Diesel answered. “As is Dane, something about an old friend in town for good times.”

  “No sense in interrupting them, nothing he or she can do. Not that it’s Amelia’s responsibility in the first place.” Trenton held Katianna in his lap, though she was doing anything, but sitting still.

  “Yeah, but I plan to have a talk with her about the company she keeps.” Diesel quipped. He had an evil streak in him when it came to predators lurking around with the intent of drugging girls or anyone for that matter to get an advantage over them. “What now?”

  “Nothing to do, but wait it out and just as easy to do it here than anywhere else.”

  “Want me to stay?”

  Trenton shook his head, then readjusted the squirming mouse in his lap. He opened the top drawer to the desk finding a pack of mint gum and forced her to take a stick.

  “Well I’ll leave you two. What about Paris?”

  Trenton glanced at him, “Well Paris, because of you she’s safe, so whatever you want to do, you’ve earned it.”

  “I’m still kinda tired from last night, I’d like to go home and have the rest of the night to just relax if it’s okay.”

  “Wish granted.” He looked at Diesel, “Take our slave home.”

  After Diesel left with Paris to head home, Trenton retired to his booth keeping Katianna with him.

  Katianna was feeling sexually motivated as well as considerably more talkative then she usually was, both taking on a life of their own and zero mental resistance from her conscience.

  “What turns you on?” Katianna blinked up at Trenton as she sat sideways on the sofa next to him.

  Trenton had been looking forward to this evening only to have it marred with her falling victim to some sleaze bag. Now he had to keep to his best behavior and she wanted to talk about what turned him on? He had a sudden feeling this was going to be a challenging night

  “You do.” Might as well be honest right?

  “Uh-uh—” she protested, “I mean what sort of act turns you on?”

  Trenton grinned, “A woman’s submission turns me on.”

  “Trenton I’m being serious.”

  “So am I. There is nothing sexier for me then when a woman submits her body to be pleasured by me.”

  “What happens after you have their total submission? I mean it would seem that once you had that, you would grow bored with them?” She puzzled over it. Here at the club, dominance was the game, a Sub’s insubordination made the game challenging and fun, but what happens when there was no defiance?

  Just the topic alone was able to get him aroused especially when he was discussing it with her. It was a perfect moment to draw her closer to him. He took hold of her waist and pulled her up over his lap, his hands gripping her hips filling his body with the sensation of hers as his mind heated with the topic that turned him on equivocally. “Perfection.”

  Katianna’s brow only wrinkled at that. “Perfection? You mean you wouldn’t become bored?”

  “No. I know what I want to do with you.”

  “Me?” She whispered, but in the altered state of her mind she was already moving on to the next question rather than attempting to comprehend his answer. Her wavering focus shifted to his firm body and her hands followed where her eyes went. Touching him, stroking over his shoulders. She had never touched him this way before. She’d clung to his shirt, curled up next to his body—but had never touched him. God he was hard as a rock under his shirt. Why had she never tried to touch him before? “Tell me have you ever let one of your Subs seduce you?” Fingers doing away with several buttons on his shirt to expose velvety warm skin underneath and she sucked in her breath.

  “If I allow that then they would be dominating me.”

  “But what if you wanted them to.” She leaned back against his hands and plucked an ice cube from the ice water he’d order for her and dipped it in his tumbler soaking it with the white tequila and brought it to his lips, gliding it across them pushing it between them just enough to let the flavored melt seep passed and onto his tongue.

  Trenton wasn’t entirely sure what she had on her mind. She was outside of her usually reserved self, nor was this his kind of game, but he was curious as to where her mind was taking her. What thoughts were stirring? Not to mention he liked being her subject of focus and was willing to let her have her play to see just how far it would go, to see inside the secret world of her sexuality.

  Katianna pushed the piece of ice the remaining way passed his lips into his mouth, then took a lime slice and coated her own lips with its juices then taking a dab of the hot sauce and touched it to her moistened lips. Trenton didn’t need any further instructions on that note, he spit the ice cube out and took over her mouth with such a frenzy Katianna didn’t even have the chance to take a breath. She moaned against him as his tongue lashed across her saucy lips then plunged into her mouth to find her tongue coated in the bitter lime citrus. He licked at her, sucking at her lips with such eager hunger. Every time he kissed her it was like he was kissing her for the first time, each time left him wanting more and he ached till the next chance to have it. And just at the moment when he thought to ease away her arms wrapped around his neck and she pushed back into him deepening the kiss rather than letting it go.

  Her lips so pliable and warm, now painted with the flavors of lime and hot sauce. Her tongue probed into him with equal eagerness and then he felt her grind into him and that took him to new heights. Her kiss strengthening in depth and hunger. She wasn’t looking for soft kisses; her body begging to receive it rough and luscious.

  The moment her lips took over his, had there been a shelf that kept his guts and all his vital organs in place, it was gone. The contents of his chest spilling out, because of the savageness of a simple embrace of her mouth.

  Never in all his life had he ever felt or dreamt a kiss could be so annihilating, that she was delivering it to him not the other way around.

  He felt her suddenly pushing against him and he fought with himself to let her go. She gasped sucking in a hard breath when he let her brake free. Several long pants and she chewed on her bottom lip. Hell he could have done that for her, he thought as he watched her. Her chest breathing heavily and her eyes glassy and fully dilated. Dammit she looked good. And he was kicking himself for making that promise.

  A mischievous grin broke across her face and she reached for another ice cube.

  “Don’t put that in my mouth again. I can think of much better things to put there.” He suggested more than commanded, hoping she would just skip all the play and kiss him again. What the hell was he thinking? Play was everything. Why would he ever want to skip any of it? Because he wanted inside her so bad it hurt. He wanted to feel her arch underneath him and cry out with mind boggling delight when he fucked her senseless. Shouldn’t have made that promise.

  “But what if your Sub wanted to lure you into heat? To kiss and tease your skin till it shivered with need.” She picked up on her conversation surprisingly right where she left off and
moved the ice cube down to his nipple and circled around the small tight manly button tip, her pale eyes deep and dark with lust watching him then lowered her head down toward the hard chilled tip and licked over it with reverence then sucked it between her lips. The heat of her tongue restoring the warmth to his chilled nipple and the mix of temperatures had him breathing heavily, “Torture your senses with the warm caress of their tongue till you were near the edge of insanity. Bringing you to such a heightened level of need you lost control and took what you wanted from them.”

  “It’s called topping from the bottom. And it’s a punishable act as far as I’m concerned.” His ruling was warm, but domineering, yet he freely allowed her to explore this idea of hers, letting her step out of her hole so he could finally get a good look at the sensual Katianna inside.

  “Guess that means I’m on top tonight.” She teased, because from her view she was on top of him, her legs straddled over his lap and she ground against his cock already hard and pressing to escape from his pants.

  “Don’t push your luck.” He warned. She’d already pushed him to his edge of wild hunger. He’d never been very far from it when it came to his desires for her anyways and even the slightest seduction coming from her was sky rocketing his cravings. “You’re on top, because I promised not to take advantage of you.”

  Katianna wasn’t listening, as she pulled his hands up to her breasts and pressed him to her, then took his head clasping around his jaw and she leaned in to search into his mouth. Her tongue diving deep into his mouth licking into every corner and at the roof of it, she found his tongue and tangled into it instantly. The taste of her was so exquisite he couldn’t stop his tightening hold around her breasts. One arm went back to snake around her, crushing her tighter against him, keeping his other hand exactly where she had put it, taking full advantage of its new place. His fingers wrapping around the full curvature of her breast and squeezed till he found her nipple through the fabric and massaged at it with a rough pressure of his thumb. His head tilting up to take in more of her kiss, hips thrusting up to pound against her, she was wet, so wet he could feel it soaking through his own pants. He slipped his hand down her back to the firm round globes of her ass and clenched around the sweet curves and crushed her against him deeper and harder, igniting more need, more hunger—it threatened to do exactly what she said she wanted to happen. To drive him to take want he wanted and what he wanted was her. To be inside her. His cock stroking against the wild wet walls of her pussy till she was crying in rapture. His tongue diving inside her mouth, eating her kiss, keeping his senses anchored with her own needs. He wanted her like he’d never wanted before.

  While she delivered the storm of her kiss her hands never stopped. They roamed over him, raking through his hair and fisting into it till he felt the bite of it being pulled then followed the sensation with soothing strokes down his neck and out over his shoulders.

  “Oh god Kat, why couldn’t you have worn one of your little baby doll dresses tonight? Then I could just slip inside you right here and now, claim you as mine.”

  Her fingers finally discovered the lion’s head charm that dangled from the ball chain and her finger tips discovering the talon like shape and began to drag it across his chest. The stinging sensation got his attention enough to ease her away; breaking the kiss he was hungry for and glanced down at the red mark she had just created with the spike from his necklace.

  “If I didn’t know better I’d start to wonder if there wasn’t a little sadist hiding in there somewhere.”

  “No. Just a wild fantasy.” Her voice turned shy.

  Now she really had his attention. Even in the best of bodily response to him never had she talked about her own desires or any fantasies she might have had and he certainly wanted to know. “Tell me what your fantasy is.”

  Katianna kept her head down, her eyes locked on the pendant she held in her fingers. “Talons, claws—I suppose knives will do the trick.” She shrugged, more to herself then to him. She wasn’t really aware of talking to him at this point, rather her mind was drifting away as if she could dream up her own fantasy, step in and watch it from wherever she was. And while it wasn’t manifesting to make any sense to him just yet, he kept quiet and kept still so not to break her dreaming. He wanted to hear all of this, every word.

  “And what does a man to do once Katianna has been aroused?” The question itself seemed to carry its own heat source when asked.

  Kat’s eyes flickered up suddenly aware she was spilling her most intimate secrets. She’d only done so a few times and got ridiculed for them considerably. She didn’t want her desires bruised again, not by him. She pulled away from his lap, but Trenton grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her back keeping her with him across his lap, “Uh-uh don’t run from me now, little mouse. Tell me what it is you desire the most.”

  “You’ll laugh or tell me I’m insane.”

  He pulled her gently to look at him, “No Katianna I will not. I take everyone’s fantasies and desires very seriously. Especially yours.”

  Trenton was both firm and gentle all at once. He knew and compelled control like no other she’d ever known and that he could control her without harm… she knew he would do it, but the way she wanted it was a very different matter then what he did. And she was struggling to get it out. When she had tried to talk about it before she got ridiculed way before she even got to the part that included her own body.

  “The others did.” She murmured still uncertain, whether she could confess to him.

  “I’m not the little boys you’re use to sleeping with Katianna.”

  Katianna folded over him nestled against his side and laid her head on his shoulder, still toying with the lion charm in her fingers, she couldn’t bear to look at him while she told him. It had to be whispered and it had to be done so in the dark.

  “I want a dominate male to claim me—like a mate. To be claimed like the wild animals do it.” She spoke softly.

  Trenton sucked in a sudden deep breath; he thought for sure his heart would hit the floor when she said that. Not in four years had she made any indication or hinted that being a Sub was her fantasy, but she was telling him this now and finally he had some hope that he could make her his Life Slave. “And it’s taken you this long to tell me this? I’m the Dominus Katianna and I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. I’m pretty sure I can fulfill your wish.”

  “Not the way you do it.”

  Okay so he was stumped, “There’s another way?”

  Her head popped up and she looked at him “Women do what you tell them to, simply because you’ve told them. Because they decided they wanted to be the submissive partner. I’m not a Sub. And I won’t give in just because you told me to.”

  He knew better than that, he didn’t even have to order her she naturally followed his lead whenever he was with her, but she was confessing her deepest fantasy and perhaps there was more to it then what she was saying and perhaps she needed him to help her get it all out, “You know I don’t handle subversive Subs.”

  “It's not like that.” Her eyes flickered down at the charm in her hand turning it to admire the carved details of the lion’s face. She rolled her lips thoughtfully. “It’s like the lion, even he has to chase his prey and sometimes it takes several chases to catch it.”

  “Hunting. You want me to hunt you?”

  Her eyes flashed with heat and that look had his cock pushing against his jeans. He’d never seen such heat in her expression before.

  Katianna almost thought he was ridiculing her, but nothing in his eyes said he was. He was trying to be sure he had her facts straight. She glanced back down at the lion charm; there was more to it then the hunt. There was still the mating ritual—the claiming.

  She slunk down in his arms again and let out a frustrated huff, "God, why do you have to make it so hard?”

  “Shhh—easy, I’m not making it hard. You’re just struggling to say it, but I am listening—more then you know baby
girl— oh I am listening.”

  Kat took a deep breath and let it out slowly, it wasn’t just the struggle to say it out loud, but she didn’t know how to describe it either, not to mention her head was really not all there right now, or she wasn’t. She wasn’t sure which part was missing, and she was having a tough time keeping focused and her body was burning to press against him more. “Have you ever seen Lions mate?” Her mind separating again and letting the fantasy do the talking now.

  “Perhaps on tv or something. Can’t say I’ve made particular efforts to watch it all the time.”

  “When they mate, the female doesn’t submit right away. The male has to prove he’s stronger then she is and so she challenges him. It looks like their fighting, but they’re not. It just looks violent, because he has to enforce his claim to her. After he’s claimed her though, he’s very gentle. It’s funny to watch male lions, they act so proud and try to pretend they’re not paying attention to the female, but he is. He’s always watching her.

  “What you’re talking about some would call rape play.”

  Her head snapped up eyes tightened suddenly almost leering at him, “No! it’s not rape and it’s not play.” Half snapping, half pout. And he always loved how she pouted.

  “But you want me to force you to submit to me? Use my bodily strength to claim you.”

  Her answer was yes, but she couldn’t say it, it was one thing to want and feel—another to admit it and say it out loud. That’s why she wrote the stories she did, putting unspoken fantasies and forbidden desires down so a woman—or man, could read them, feel them, envision them without confessing them or even submitting to them in physical life—to explore and enjoy what those stimulations can do to the human body.

  “I am going to take your silence as a yes.” He knew that’s what it was, shy women always had a hard time saying what was on their minds. And they’d never in a life time admit out loud half of what was in their head. That is unless they were under his dominance. Placed under restraints and a cane he could get a woman to spill her needs, Katianna wasn’t ready for that kind of experience with him. This he was certain.