Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  Katianna sat up front quietly for a bit, but once they were on the main highway heading out for the Hamptons she was working to find a way to reach his lap from her seat. The console between them was far too large of a barrier for her to overcome so forgoing any grace she blatantly crawled over and slipped directly into his lap.

  Trenton didn’t even try to stop her. He was beyond desperate to have her in his arms again. Starving to feel her body against his and was willing to risk his control to have her as close as she could be while he had the chance, “You should have taken your jeans off. I could have made this a lot of fun for you.” He cajoled, his hand sliding between her legs as she settled into his lap and clenched at the inside of her thigh, pressing the back of his thumb against her already swollen mound still trapped in the tight fitting jeans.

  “Too late. This things a fucking mountain.” She slapped at the console she had to climb over and not so gracefully just to get where she was.

  “I don’t want to hear language used that way from you.” He huffed exaltedly; he hated hearing the word used in such a non-provocative way especially from her sweet lips. Kat little the small reprimand roll right off her hands dialing towards his pants to get them open and her fingers were doing their best to wrap around the thickness of his erection that was all the eager to be released again. Katianna was soon pushing herself down between his legs. His foot quickly coming off the accelerator and pushed at her feet as they reached the floor board to position them safely to the left of the pedals, before stepping back on the gas. One hand locking on the steering wheel, while the other guided her head, despite his better judgment to let her.

  “This is probably a bad idea—” he tried to tell her, but his conviction was lacking.

  “It's okay—" she licked at the engorged broad tip with a feathery glance of her tongue. “We’re in your tank, remember?”

  “Yeah—that’s what I’m afraid of—” he let out a hard breath at the touch of her tongue, “We might run somebody over and—ahhh—I’ll never even feel them under the wheel.” But the protests were gone when he felt her hot mouth glide down over his shaft till he hit the back of her throat. The truck revved and he quickly managed enough sensory to back off as her wet touch stole his breath away.

  Warm moist lips encased his steel cock while her tongue whipped around the rod like a little demon. She licked and coiled around him then drew back to suck at the enlarged flange, teased the piercings, sipping to flavor the droplets of clear fluids that wept for her then sucked the thick shaft down as far as she could take him. She groaned with the pleasure of his taste, earthy and completely male.

  Trenton was large; he was far larger than her previous boyfriend and tasted twice the man as well. It was like midnight, erotic and foreboding and at the moment he was all hers. His cock thick and heavily veined, even her fingers couldn’t wrap around him as she stroked him with a tender hug of her grip. He was silk over hard iron and she loved the sensation his size stirred in her loins.

  “This is one of your favorite pleasures, is it not?” She gasped, while she met the challenge to suck and lick at him with all the attention she could lather over him and to be sure no part of him was deprived. She pulled her mouth’s embrace to the sides with a wet fury of her tongue lathing over every inch of him.

  Trenton’s body tightened, his hips jerking as though he wanted to do nothing more than thrust into her mouth just as he had grounded against her body earlier.

  “Damn you.” He growled. He fought to keep some part of him focused on the road while the rest of him wanted nothing more than to sink into the pool of sensations she was creating around his cock. She worked her mouth over the tight skin of the engorged head. Sucked it to the back of her mouth, flicking her tongue against the sensitive underside and moaned at the dark arousal filling her when his hands clenched in her hair.

  Damn she felt so good her mouth so succulent, it was killing him. He wanted to watch her; he was so close he needed to see as she swallowed her prize when he came in her mouth. His loins surging with waves of elation. She was intoxicating. She was right this was one of his favorites and he was very particular about it, if a woman wasn’t good at it he’d stop her just to prevent the disappointment. But nothing in Katianna’s tongue was disappointing right now. Spiraling wet heat wrapped around him taking him all the way in. She licked down his sides, sucked at the soft skin at the hilt of his shaft and back up to suck him back into the euphoria of her mouth again. Leaving nothing untouched as she devoured him. So this was what girls did with lollipops. His favorite pleasure had just been elevated and he was addicted to it.

  He dropped a hand to stroke his shaft letting his finger tips catch her lips then caress the side of her cheek, feeling his shaft fill her mouth, only to go back to her hair and tighten his fist in it. The need to just throw his head back and drown in her, stormed his awareness. The road didn’t exist for him anymore, just her mouth, just the wet caress of her tongue as it rolled against the sensitive underside. Oh hell he needed to pull over before he killed someone.

  Trenton jerked the SUV off the road pulling it to a stop on the shoulder and slammed it into park. He pushed the seat back; one arm hooked under her shoulder to keep her against his body as they shifted back, then reclined the seat back. He couldn’t move fast enough, feeling her hungry need devour him further with each addition of access he gave her.

  The moment he was laying back he felt the crest of his cock hit the back of her throat and then she took more before easing back again to suck on his engorged head.

  His fists tangled in her hair, “God yes baby—” he groaned deeply feeling the surging wave of ecstasy pulse through his body. “Take all of me.”

  Katianna did as he commanded and she sucked him in, taking more of him. He felt her throat stretch around him and he went deeper. It was death waiting for him. He felt more— more than he should have. Every caress of her tongue against the thick shaft of his cock seared him, sending him crashing about in a tidal wave of pleasure he’d never known.

  It didn’t make sense that he needed this so heatedly that she stole his control from him. Spinning him about in a swirling pool of bliss.

  Everything he ever felt for her—every need, every ounce of hunger that he ever suffered for her, exploded through his body. Trenton’s head kicked back violently and his hips jerked. “Oh god baby I’m gonna die in your mouth.”

  The heavy veins pulsed and his release shot through him, his thighs bunched, his scrotum tightening as shots of semen filled her mouth.

  Katianna felt the pulsing in his shaft and she swallowed with the instant out pour of his body. Saturating her tongue with his taste. Yes—he was just like midnight. Her taste buds confirmed her previous decree as she licked him up, relishing the taste of his male flavor. He tasted like midnight on the beach. A god, the sea had rendered to the shores for her and she had lain at his feet and praised him with phallic worship.

  Okay so she’s a writer, a high one at that, and he was everything a woman could dream for. And she loved how he tasted and how he felt and her god seemed pleased. She kissed the tender shaft still semi hard, but relaxed over his belly now, then kissed her way up to his chest.

  His hands wrapping around her arms and pulled her up till she was resting across his chest and his hands stroked the back of her hair. His deep purring sighs talking to her, telling her everything. Relaxing her to him. She wanted more of this, wanted so much more of him. And wanted to give everything she’d ever held back.

  His hands tightened, she felt him pulling her up, “Come here baby.” A hand dropped to the front of her jeans, “Let's get these off, I need to taste you." His hands pushing to get them from her hips. “I need the taste of your sweet silk.” And he did sound needy, like his life depended on it as he breathed in her ear.

  But a rap on the glass had him frozen.

  “Fuck!” He cursed gritting his teeth. Cops. He was going to have a hell of time explaining this one.

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sp; He jerked her jeans back over her hips returning the zipper to its former place and pulled the seat up. His cock was still exposed and semi hard, he wasn’t sure how he was going to hide it. “Shit.”

  Another rap on his window and he could see the shadow of the person through the dark black tint of his windows, standing just outside the door. Strange how there weren’t any police lights flashing around him. Only the tail lights of an Audi R8 pulled over in front of him.

  He let out a hard frustrated sigh rolling down the window, “Dammit Dane!” His tolerance for interruptions was at his limit. He could have had anyone else in his arms and no one would have given a shit or thought to take the time to interrupt, but the first time in four years he finally had Katianna in his arms and there had been too many for his liking.

  "Oh don’t even go there. You’re lucky I’m not highway patrol and they don’t take too kindly of people fucking on the side of the road. You were supposed to take her home.” His attention shifted to Katianna sitting in his lap. She looked out at him with those pale doe eyes and swollen pink pouty lips. Yep he could see why Trenton was having such a hard time with this one. He looked back at the man then to the glistening wet erection still climbing up his stomach. At least she still had her clothes on.

  “Nice hard on.” Dane eyed him despairingly, “You’re treading on dangerous ground my brother. Now take her home—straight home. No more pit stops. That’s an order.” Sounding off as he once did in their earlier years in the Marines when he was his Master Sergeant on their team.

  “No I gotta stop and get her something to eat and pick up some mint water to help her detox.”

  “Fine. One stop then straight home—here—” he pulled out a small travel case from his jacket pocket and passed it over, “Forgot to give this to you before you left. Draw some blood so we can run a tox screen and find out what they gave her.”

  Trenton watched Dane stride back to his car “I’m cursed you know.” He muttered while Dane’s car pulled off.

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Ever notice just when I’m about to give in to my impulses with you someone manages to interrupt?”

  She giggled at him while he returned his seat back to its driving position, but he kept her in his lap. He couldn’t let go of her just yet. He would not let his self control slip any further tonight, but he needed her in his arms, feeling every bit of his dream—warm and alive in his arms.

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  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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  Trenton didn’t usually work on weekends but the auction was coming up fast and there were still a hundred and one details to work on before then. So now weekends had become a priority.

  Dane wasn’t able to help out on weekends on account of the clubs, but Diesel was in and knew just as much as any on what was needed and he put Paris to work on a few things as well. The man certainly had a gift for talking with people and could charm the pants off a nun to get what he wanted if needed.

  Paris was just returning from a restroom break when he stepped in, “There’s someone banging on the door out front.” He couldn’t actually say who since he could only make the outline of a person through the dark glass.

  Trenton glanced up at Paris then to Diesel.

  “You expecting someone?” Diesel popped the question. Trenton shook his head at Diesel’s question.

  “Only know of one I’m hoping to see sometime today and no I’m not expecting her.” Trenton patted at his jean pockets.

  “I’ll get it.” Diesel commented fishing his keys out as he stood. “Why is it you never have your keys on you?”

  “It gets in the way of my hard on.” He joked as Diesel headed out of the office.

  “Satisfaction is only a slave away, my Dominus.” Paris chimed in with a lusty grin that had been growing deeper and more calculative since he started.

  “To who’s satisfaction? Mine or your own, Slave?” Trenton’s gaze shifted to watch him, reading his body language. He already knew the answer, but would test his response none the less.

  “Why can’t it be both? I satisfy you and your satisfaction becomes my own.”

  “You just earned yourself some punishment.” Trenton went back to his papers on his desk casually and smiled. He loved doling out the punishment on this man, loved to watch him come apart. Paris had a deep lust for life and when he saw something he wanted he went after it with everything he had. So for Trenton to take that ability, that control away from him brought the man down better than any set of shackles.

  “Punishment?” Paris gapped at him. He thought for sure he had formulated the perfect answer placing the Dominus before him, but not lying that he would gain pleasure from it.

  “Because in the end it is still your needs you think of.”

  “Shit.” Paris cursed. “You’ve already withheld sex from me for the entire week. What form of punishment could be worse?”

  But before Trenton could argue about the five men Paris had during Friday night’s matches, he heard Katianna’s voice in the lobby and he was instantly to his feet to go to her.

  Trenton rushed from his office to find Katianna standing in the center of the waiting area her face flushed red.

  “Kat?” Not containing his surprise that she was there.

  “I want to know what happened last night.” Her hand floating up to her lips and rubbed at them strangely as if haunted by a touch she could not recall. But he did and was more than willing to remind her.

  He gave a slight glance to Diesel then held his hand out for her. Diesel silently withdrew stepping back just as Katianna stepped to Trenton and placed her hand in his. He drew her to him, passing her hand from one hand to his next, pulling her passed him and he stepped behind her to corral her into the office. He could see she was at a fragile moment and he needed to keep her contained, control the torrent of emotions that threatened her. To prevent those unrecognized desires storming through her from turning into a chasm of fear.

  “Get out.” The stark words bit out towards Paris, as he followed Katianna into his office. He felt instantly annoyed that he had to be burdened with slaves in training at a moment when Katianna was within reach of his longest desires.

  No sooner Paris stepped out, Trenton pushed the door closed and grabbed Katianna, his mouth coming over hers in a heated kiss. His arms snaking around her waist then dropped to her hips, smoothing down further as he stooped to find her legs and lifted her to wrap around him. Turning till her back was to the door and pressed her against it.

  “Oh god, Kat.” He managed to breathe her name out in a minute break of his hunger. His chest was pounding with his need, “Damn you.” He growled into their kiss than deepened as his tongue swiped over hers.

  His hunger and greed spilling from his mouth into hers, filling her with a desire, more lust than anything she had ever known. Katianna’s fingers threaded through the silky black strands of his hair, the caress of it against her fingertips, erotic, sensual. Everything about Trenton was exotically overwhelming to her. He always had been, but now as he came over her, held her in his storm she realized this was real. They were not in a club, or aroused by some outside force and there was no hint of the peppery flavor from his usual tequila.

  “I didn’t expect to see you so soon—” he licked her swollen lips, “I was going to call so I could come see you tonight.” His lips covered hers again as a soundless cry vibrated in her throat. It was a kiss made of a labyrinth of desire and salacious need. It stroked over her senses just like his tongue stroked over her tongue. His hard body pressing her closer to the wall at her back.

  “Wrap your legs around me tighter little mouse.” He moaned, as he moved to her ear to nip at her lob, than licked at her neck and sucked on the soft skin.

  Her breath hitched as his hands clenched on her ass, lifted her and jerked her closer. Her thighs pressed to open for him, pinned back by his hips. His cock, covered by a layer of denim, was hard as steel and hung
ry as it pressed into the cradle of her thighs and stroked over her clit. Grounding against the rigid mound, pressing against her, driving her mad with the arousal igniting in her.

  Oh god she was near begging, begging to have whatever he had planned for her. She didn’t care what it was just as long he didn’t stop and that frightened her. More than ever before, she truly felt like the mouse he so aptly nicknamed her—a mouse caught in the lion’s teeth. He had to know what he was doing to her. Arrogance was so much a part of him. It echoed in his hungry growl as she tried to jerk back from him, and it added dominance to the hold he had on the back of her head to keep her in place for his kiss.

  Trenton’s control was lost with her in his embrace. He’d hardly slept a wink last night knowing the moment to taste her was finally coming. He’d sat up stroking himself till dawn with thoughts of her and all the things he planned for his courtship to tease her till she begged for him to initiate his claim on her when she surrendered to him.

  He was so hard when he came in to work this afternoon, he couldn’t wait till he could get away to call her. That time couldn’t come soon enough. Now with her in his arms, the taste of her on his lips as he kissed her, that she had sought him out—god he was going to explode right here and right now with his little mouse wrapped around him. The devil in him remembering how she licked him up last night. He didn’t even have to command her to do it. He moved back to her mouth and licked at it tantalizingly as if there might be the hint of essence still there. He’d ask for that again some other time. But if he didn’t remove himself from her thighs now all plans to court her first would be tossed.

  He pulled back easing her back to her feet, but once there Trenton had her turned around and pressed against the door before she could think of what was happening. He knew he could not just release her. Those desires tumbling inside her needed to be controlled, kept under his control. He had one arm twisted and pinned behind her back while the other made fast work on her jeans and his hand forced its way past the confinements of the tight fitted denim till it found the sensitive mound of her pussy.