Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  But that everything else was coming to the surface and that she was opening to him at least part of the way giving him her cravings? Trenton’s heart was swelling. He’d picked her out four years ago on nothing more than a kiss on her hand and he knew then he wanted her and not one moment since ever deterred that desire. Now he knew she wanted a mate for life—him.

  “I accept your challenge.”

  Katianna bolted up right in his lap, her eyes blinked wildly at him. He’d accepted her proposal, not thinking that’s what she was offering, but hadn't she? She’d always dreamed of it, yearned for that kind of domination when a man showed he was the stronger, claimed her then tended to her needs while he sheltered her. Her friends thought she was nuts, but still her body craved that kind of wild animal connection with a man and perhaps why she wrote so many paranormal romances. She’d always known Trenton could do it. He was the Dominus and he had pampered her in ways she hadn’t even thought of. But she didn’t think he would ever accept her. Now suddenly here he was, willing to fulfill her needs and she found herself overwhelmed with a serious case of stage fright.

  And then a particular thought struck him and it was like a charge of fireworks going off in his eyes, the way they suddenly glittered in an unexpected way. Even in her daze she saw it, “What?”

  A laughing smile came about his face, “Something a writer penned a few years back. I always liked the phrase but never came across a situation or a person’s fantasy that fit the term.”

  “What was it he wrote?”

  “Stalking the wild submissive.”

  Katianna remained silent. She didn’t need it explained to her, it hit home—deep home for her. Her fantasy romanticized in just a few words. Something she hadn’t been able to do, because she was so flustered by what she wanted. And she could also see how this appealed to Trenton in so many ways. She swallowed hard and felt the alluring heat rising between her legs. Either she was in for the stalking of a life time or she just handed herself over as a meal for the lion.

  “But when I have fulfilled your wishes and succeeded in claiming you—you will be my Life Slave. You’ll submit to me in totality. Agreed?” His eyes searched her deeply.

  Katianna could feel her heart pounding in her chest it was almost frightening to dream about something and suddenly it was staring you in the face. It was all she could do to just nod in agreement.

  “Because when I claim you I have no intentions of ever letting you go. Do you understand—mate?” Again she nodded. Okay so she was going to be more than just a meal, but too numb to react in anyway other than to nod, like food.

  Every nerve in her body was jittery now. She’d had friends that loved to sing and wanted nothing more than to be singers, but would never be one because they couldn’t gut it out to step out on the stage. Her breathe deepened, she was on the edge of that stage now. The choice was whether to stay back behind the curtain or take the step and let the lights shine.

  Instantly she was all over him. Stage diving. Her body heated into something she could not fathom, that some strange communication took place between them and she was going to become his and he was going to be her fantasy. Scenes and scenarios from her creative mind played out in her head and she burned for his kiss. Her mouth came over his, kissed him like he had kissed her before when he was wild and out of control, gave him the kiss that had always took her breath away that terrified her because he could trample her with it. But she couldn’t do that to him, she knew he could take her, so why hold back.

  Her tongue dancing past his lips over and over like a dancing wave to slip deep into his mouth to seek out his own tongue. Taste him. Drown in the sensation of his kiss, and the strong arms that practically crushed her against his body. Soon she was whimpering in his hold, fingers coiled into the edges of his shirt blindly trying to push it off his body.

  Trenton soaked himself in her passion. She pushed him to give in to her need. And she definitely needed, her body ached to be touched, was starved for a man’s attention, his attention and damn—he'd promised. She had made him promise, but he couldn’t control all of him, he needed to have some part of her just a taste to quench his thirst.

  He pulled her to his lips, sucked at them then dove into her mouth his tongue aching for her taste again and he speared past her lips to claim her own, to feel her tongue against his. His hands exploring her small frame just as she had done to his. Finding her perfectly small breasts hidden under her t-shirt and that wasn’t enough. His fingers finding the hem threading his fingers into it and pulled. Fabric rendering from his force as he shredded it up the center then shrugged it off her shoulders locking her arms in place. He stilled as the site of her filled his senses. Sun tanned mounds held with such care by the pale blue lacy cups. A bra he had purchased for her as a gift. Of course she didn’t know it had come from him, only that she had come home to find a box at her door step to his Cinderella from her Prince Charming, and in it a box filled with lacy lovelies and it had started with this one. It had caught his eye from across the store, as it was damn near the same color as her eyes, pale clean blue so pale they were almost white. He loved her eyes, so of course he had to buy the bra and that led to another and then another, by the time he was finished he had picked out nearly a dozen.

  It looked so delicately tasty on her. The lace cup sheer enough he could see her nipples pushing right through it and they held her up with perfect delicacy. He tucked a finger under the gathered strap of chiffon and eased it off her shoulder like a caress then the soft skin of her arms as his fingers made a trail back to her bra cup.

  She was watching him, so quiet and shy like. Pale eyes swallowed up by dilated black saucers, following his fingers till they pulled the trim of the balconette bra down to release the harden point that screamed for escape. And if the beautiful roundness of her small breasts wasn’t a delight enough her nipples were an extraordinary treat. The fullness of her breasts may have been barely able to fill a B size cup, but her nipples were beautiful pink buds that could fill a man’s lips. Perfect for sucking on.

  There was no waiting—no easing her into his mouth. He dove onto the plump hard tip like a starving child, sucking it instantly into his mouth, his tongue brazening over it, rolling it playfully then sucking at it with a fierce hungry frenzy.

  Katianna gasped at his taking, but rather then pull away, she arched into him, her arms lacing behind his head, hugging him to lock onto her. She was pushing up on her knees grinding into the hard shaft that he had no choice, but to keep locked away behind his pants, but she nurtured him to torment as she raised up to make her nipples more accessible.

  His hands moved to caress her ass, filling his fingers with the tight round globes and squeezed crushing her even harder against his imprisoned cock while he moved to molest her other nipple first attacking it through her bra, threatening it with his teeth and tugged at it playfully.

  Katianna gasped painfully, and without asking her fingers arrived next to his lips and pulled her bra down and shifted just enough to ensure he took her aching hard tip into his mouth. He sucked it in, then sucked beyond the areola. He wanted to devour her and he sucked her like candy, before easing back to taunt the engorged button with his tongue some more, dancing spirals around it and kissing it with suckling affection.

  She tasted so sweet, the silky feel of her skin as he touched her as he licked at her desperate cravings he could only dream of how her nectar would taste on his tongue when he ate her and he had to contemplate if he could dare to try that far with her tonight.

  He could feel her need; feel the burning between her legs. She needed to be fucked and fucked often. Of course he knew what she wanted and so did her body, but that would have to be saved for a time when her inhibitions hadn’t been striped by a drugged willingness.

  He was getting dangerously close to losing his resistance to go too far. But he couldn’t stop. He had waited for her for years, no way could he stop. He wanted to feel her come and he forced her body t
o do so just by playing with her nipples.

  He brought up a hand to tempt one nipple plucking at it between his fingers while he sucked at the other. While his other arm remained wrapped around her hips and burnished her down on the bulging erection under his jeans, his hips thrusting up to severe her senses.

  “Cum for me baby.” He whispered before switching to her other breast and trading his arms out.

  “Trade ya—” she gasped and she quickened her gyration against him steeling his control.

  Damn he’d have to come or she sure as hell wasn’t going to get out of this club without being taken advantage of and thoroughly fucked by him.

  “You want me to come for you?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’ll make you happy?”

  “Yes.” She hissed and whimpered in the same breath.

  “Then beg.” He was still Dom. She might be taking his control from him, but he didn’t give anything away.

  Katianna rolled her hips into him feeling her body whetting for its own release. The fabric of her jeans and her panties forcing her petals to part each time he met her grinding, searing the hooded cluster of nerves trapped inside fabric. She couldn’t stop the whimper that passed her lips as she felt his teeth tighten around her nipple again. Damn she was so close and only from him sucking at her hard tips, but it felt so good, like nothing she had before. Not like this, not with such heated lingering, hungry passion. He licked at her like he was capable of making a meal out of her and she felt her clit exploding from surging discovery.

  “I’m already going to pay.” Her thighs tightening with a strained shiver in her muscles as she clamped around him.

  “Beg anyways—” Trenton pushed back and bucked up against her. He wanted to watch her, his hand flattened against her chest to feel the tightening of her body then the violent ripple that rattled through her like an earthquake that had been lying dormant too long. Pressure over layers of pressure threatened to break free from the crust that had formed to keep her body’s needs in check while there was no one to kindle them into life.

  “Oh god please.” The words ripped past her throat in a shattered breath. “I want to know I please you.”

  He wasn’t sure if that was her begging or just her repressed orgasm, but who was he to deny this pretty light thing that he desired after for so long and was suddenly melting in his arms over something so small and had willingly begged, even if it was going to make a mess of him.

  His hands gripped at her hips and dragged her against his body and thrust his hips up slamming against her mound caught behind her jeans. But damn there was no denying he could feel her, feel how wet she was under there. Such a waste when he could be sipping up her dew and taking her to new heights all over again.

  Her nails simultaneously raking down his chest, something he never let any of his Subs do to him, but it was the trigger and he let it take him. The stinging sensations launched the flooded wave of warmth that cycled down his chest into his balls, drawing them tight then shot out. His hands locking down on her hips as he ground against her and let out a gasping growl, then surrendered to deep heavy breaths. He felt the warmth spill out against his skin soaking the inside of his pants, but at the moment he didn’t care. The release had been so exhilarating he just didn’t care. That is until he felt her move from his hands, he fought to open his eyes watching as she slid down to the floor between his legs. Her lips kissing a trail down his chest in the access of his unbuttoned shirt. Her hands unzipped his pants pulled his shirt away and her lips began licking him, lapping up ever savory drop of his male essences.

  “Oh damn baby—you gotta stop.” But he didn’t have the strength to push her away. “You’re going to be thoroughly pissed off at me tomorrow.”

  “Mmmm—” she hummed against his skin and he had to admit he liked how that felt. “You taste so rich—” her tongue lashing over the tip of his cock as the swollen cap peeked out from under the denim flaps of the front of his jeans and jumped at her touch. He was still hard ready for more. And getting harder as he felt the flickering dance of her tongue across his abdomen lathing across the soft sensitive skin, stopping to suck at it lightly with hungry, desperate kisses. She devoured and seduced his senses with her hot moist kiss. He was drenched with the need to have her over his cock just the touch of her mouth against his skin had him jumping to have it, robbing his self control. She knew he had a weakness for oral, she had to of known. Now she was going to push him to break his promise.

  “Oh god Kat. God it feels so good.” His hands pushing at his jeans to open them further.

  A sound disrupted his mind, racked against his nerves like sandpaper, till his brain finally comprehended what the sound was. Someone was tapping at the glass, just as she was preparing to devour his hard shaft into her mouth, her tongue circling around the engorge gland. Trenton let out an anguished growl, his fists clenched, pulled him to his senses. He growled again, forcing himself to push her away and let out an escaped windy breath. If she took him in her mouth, there would be no pushing her away. Not a herd of elephants or a war outside his door would tear his attention away from her.

  So this was her idea of a Sub seducing her Dom? Okay so she threw him for a loop, this salacious little imp that had been hiding inside her all this time was showing her face and he’d definitely enjoyed it—to a foolish level at that. Trenton pushed to his feet stuffing his still hard, bad boy back into his jeans and zipped him up with a flinch of discomfort that sent a grimace to his face and he grumbled. He turned Katianna to kneel at the sofa keeping her back to the door and attempted to return her bra and shirt to their original position to cover her keeping her from being seen directly till he knew who was tapping at his door. Her eyes hungry and stoned staring up at him and the lips swollen a red kept him from stepping away and he bent down delivering a deep probing kiss then gave a tug at her lip as he pulled away. Pale blues blinking up at him with sultry anticipation and he growled again. Shouldn’t have made that promise.

  “Don’t move.” He whispered in her ear before stepping for the door.

  Trenton only cracked the door open slightly and peeked out to find Dane, “Fuck Trenton please tell me you have her with you?”

  Trenton dropped his head against the tinted glass, he knew right then he was in trouble. “Yeah I have her.”

  Dane twisted as if to turn away, but then shifted back with a surprised look of disbelief on his face, “Wait! You do?”

  Trenton ran a hand over his face and through his hair, “Yeah I do.” Damn. That knowledge of trouble part was starting to really sink in, he was suppose to be taking care of her, watching over her with the promise he’d not take advantage of her. That did not mean he was suppose to let her do the advantage taking and now he was going to be nailed for it. He backed off opening the door some more, just enough to let Dane sneak through then locked it again.

  Dane took one look at his brother then at Katianna seated down on the floor who was glancing over her shoulder at them with a sultry and drunken look and rather proud of whatever trouble she’d just gotten herself in.

  Then he shot a much stronger questioning glance at Trenton, “What’s wrong with her?”

  “Somebody spiked her—one of Amelia’s guests.”

  “Oh shit Trent and you took advantage of her?” Dane wasn’t one to get angry very easily, but he sure as hell would punch Trenton for the act anyways.

  “No! I didn’t.” He stepped back a bit just in case Dane was delivering first and questioning later. “But she sure as hell made it hard on me.”

  “Yeah I can see you tried really hard to resist.” He glared after Trenton, his hands tightened at his sides. He was thinking long and hard on punching him just for letting it get this far. Probably the only thing that was stopping him was that Trenton made no other excuses for it, and his face showed he’d gone too far already. Nor did he attempt to deny he would deserve any beating he would get from him tonight. “Amelia is ready to head home.”


  And with that came another rap at the glass door. It was Amelia, looking tired and intrepidly impatient.

  Trenton and Dane stepped out rather than letting her in and tried to gracefully explain Katianna’s condition.

  “What do you think she was drugged with?”

  Dane shot a look at Trenton; they hadn’t gotten that far in the conversation.

  Trenton rubbed at his chin, “Ecstasy or one of the date rape drugs, I’m guessing.”

  Amelia’s shoulders slunk at the information, “Oh Trenton you didn’t?”

  Trenton was quickly pulling his hair back, “No Amelia—I didn’t.” He was almost too fretful in response, but hell he had come so damn close. “But let’s not forget it was one of your guests who did this to her.” That was one fact he was not going to allow to be forgotten.

  “So what am I suppose to do with her? I don’t know how to tend to someone on drugs Trenton.”

  “It’s okay. I can take care of her and bring her home.” And after some careful explaining of just how Trenton would care for Katianna, Amelia instructed her driver to take her home leaving Katianna in his care with the promise he would not take advantage of her no matter how much Katianna thought she wanted it. She was doped heavily and it would not be fair.

  Trenton didn’t need to be reminded of Katianna’s condition, but took it because he could use a reminder that he could not act upon her advances as much as he was dying to give her everything she would ask for. And he didn’t have to be told it would be better or at the least, easier on him to get Katianna out of the club.

  Or so he thought, and even getting her out of the club turned challenging for him as her hands took on a life of their own. And he had to take over those too, as they headed out.

  Trenton lifted her up in the Conquest Knight just as he had done so in the past, but before he could close the door her arms were wrapping around his neck and he paused for her. His fingers brushed the hair from her face and touched her cheek. Then leaned in kissing her, fighting back the hunger for a deeper kiss. He just needed to get through tonight, but after this he would not stay away any longer. “Come on let’s get you home before I end up in more trouble than I’m already in with you.”