Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  Paris rolled his head to the side—okay so he got it now. “What sick puppy thought that one up?”

  “Diesel.” Trenton announced with a deep smile from behind the wheel. “We were thinking on Salientis du Libidine, fountain of lustful pleasure, but then he got to thinking deliciarum worked better. For one it sounds better, but also because most people will only think delicious and think it means Fountain of Delicious pleasure.”

  “Diesel?” Kat was twisting in her seat, “How is it, Diesel came up with their name?”

  “Because he’s part owner.” Trenton answered back.

  “We all are.” Diesel added, glancing over his shoulder at her.

  “And was it your rule he had to do this for his job?”

  “Yes.” The two answered in unison.

  Kat was twisting suddenly digging for something inside the waistline of her jeans, her expression had a comic determination on it and within seconds she pulled out a key, but not just any key it was a key for handcuffs and she reached over and quietly, but quickly unlatched one of Paris’ hand cuffs.

  “Thick as thieves they are you know?” She looked up at Paris, “Do you see what we’re riding in? They’re worse than the CIA.” She glanced to the two arrogant alphas sitting up front then back up at Paris, “Now they own their own island? Who owns their own island? Next thing you know they’ll declare their own government and legalize all slaves.”

  Paris lost control of his laughter, “Must be that writer’s mind working up there.” He teased her. He couldn’t help it; the impulse to do so was almost irresistible.

  Katianna sat back with a surprised glance, “They told you I write?”

  “Yes”

  “Did they tell you what I write?”

  “No.”

  “Erotica. I don’t do CIA or new world order stuff—they do.”

  Paris sat back in his seat, oddly he was dying to know how old she was, she’d seemed very mature all the way till now, her curious playful banter made her seem so young and that she was so small he was baffled. Truthfully he instantly liked her company and just wanted to know more about her. “How old are you?”

  “Why?” She scowled up at him.

  That was the first typical female thing he’d seen her do, clam up on her age. “Just curious if you’re even old enough to have a relationship with the Dominus.”

  “Ah!” Her mouth popped open, “I’m 32.”

  Paris chuckled to himself. Ask a woman her age and she’ll clam up. Accuse her of being too young for something she obviously wants and she’ll tell you exactly how old she is. Works every time. “Oh my god where did you get this little creature?” Paris asked the men up front. He had to admit he adored her cute mannerism. No wonder they liked her. She was completely different from any of the other women that hung around the club. Hell she was cuter then any of the girls he’d ever known in his life as well.

  “Paris, meet the little mouse.” Diesel offered the informal introduction.

  “Deez! Don’t tell him I’m a mouse.” She scolded. The way she saw it, giving him her nickname only gave him open range for more teasing and she already got it from them often enough. Especially from Diesel when he insisted she came down to the gun shop for the safety classes he held.

  “You’re supposed to call them Dominus and Patronus.” Paris tried correcting her.

  Katianna felt as though she’d been teased and ordered about enough and now from all sides, but she wasn’t ready to get teased so openly by the new guy and she didn’t have to be corrected by him either. She was already about to get a whole new dictionary of commands from Trenton during their courtship she suspected, but she didn’t have to take it from Paris. “I don’t have to call him that. I don’t have to call either one of them by anything but their names.” She scoffed as she began to crawl over the console and rolled into Diesel’s lap. Once she landed in her safe place, she leaned over peering back at Paris and stuck her tongue out at him.

  Diesel clamped a hand on her jaw, gently pushed her mouth into a pucker, turning her to look at him. “Don’t tease the animals—” he let her go, “especially when they’re bigger than you.” Katianna leaned forward again glancing over Diesel’s shoulder at Paris once more who held up his freed wrists to taunt her and she heard his chuckle when she quickly ducked away.

  Shortly after, Trenton pulled up to the estate buzzed the gate key then pulled in when it opened.

  Paris was instantly gaping out the window. Okay surprise me. And he had plenty of questions now about this little woman that Trenton was so infatuated with.

  Trenton brought the truck around back along a side access driveway and parked near the pool. Diesel let her out on his side while Trenton walked around and led her back to her cottage.

  “Damn, she lives here?” Paris asked leaning up to peek out the front.

  “In the guest house, far side of the pool.” He motioned with his head.

  “So she’s what Trenton likes in a woman, huh?”

  “Are you kidding? She’s adorable. And she’s actually pretty damn smart, but usually quiet and very reserved, though as you just saw she has her quirky moments. Amongst her skills, she has two kinds of pouts one that makes you want to just wrap your arms around her and shelter her; the other would win her damn near anything she wanted.”

  “She’s pretty ballsy for her size.”

  “Only with us. Out there damn near everything scares her.” Diesel jutted his head to the world outside. He had insisted she came to his self defense classes regularly, but when it came to her the best he could do was teach her how to get away and hide.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Small and skittish, apparently always has been, but something happened to her just before we met her. She’s never talked about it, but shortly after we did meet her she was attacked and nearly killed. That’s when she came here to live in her publisher’s estate. Trenton’s been watching over her ever since.”

  “So what happens if he falls in love with her and turns all lovey dovey and cant dominate over her?”

  Diesel glanced back over his shoulder at Paris who’d moved to the seat directly behind him watching from over his shoulder. Paris tucked his wrists out from sight, but kept his gaze with Diesel.

  “If Trenton falls madly in love with a slave, and lavishes attention and love on her and somehow his authority as Dominus slips and they’re both happy, then why care about the authority slipping?”

  Paris was puzzled by this. How did a B&D Master love a slave? “But doesn’t loving a slave contradict being a master?”

  “On the contrary, you can’t truly master a slave without loving them. Though there are plenty out there who will argue it, because they fear that love could weaken them, but it still comes down to the basic fundamentals—one cannot call themselves an avid baseball fan and not love the game. It is very possible for a master to love his slave and still be a master and hold dominance over them, but if it is lost—it should not matter because what’s more important being the authority or being truly happy with someone.”

  Wow okay. Diesel, the philosophical one. Who’da thunk? Paris obviously didn’t, but now having listened to him, Paris was starting to have some deeper thoughts he’d never entertained in his head.

  Wait! No! Not going there—just back off. Paris shook his head refusing to allow any emotional yearnings to creep up on him and decided he needed to get off the subject pronto. “So how many books does she have out?”

  “Uh well—” Diesel shook his head and scratched at his chin “Well over a dozen now, but I don’t know the actual count.”

  “Can I have one of her books?”

  “What to read?”

  “No to chew on. Yeah to read.”

  “You’ve been pretty good this weekend, I’m sure we can pick one up on the way home somewhere.”

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  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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  Katianna met him at the doo
r when Trenton arrived to pick her up, dressed in a baby doll dress just as requested. But if anything in his face was an indication of what he was thinking when he looked at her, she could just imagine what hers looked like to him. Trenton showed up in the fine black, silk dress slacks he often wore that pleated around the hips and fell loosely over his boots, but it was his shirt that really had her attention. The sheer black dress shirt with tailored seems down the front of each peck muscle teased the senses in every way with darkened glimpses of muscular flesh all set off with a narrow width deep cobalt tie. Dressed well enough for a fancy restaurant, but made sure her eyes would be taunted by the sight of his body all night. It just made his marauding arrogance all the more radiant and conquering.

  Trenton’s teeth ached at the sight of her instantly, the leopard skin micro print gauze fabric gathered just under her breasts in classic baby doll fashion. A wide sash stitched into the side and tied in a bow across her breasts pulled them in to actuated her cleavage, topped with ruffled spaghetti straps and like most of her doll dresses it hung at the perfect length in the middle of her thigh, while off white scalloped lace peeked out from under it to hint of the lacy under skirt. Oatmeal colored socks with black scalloped trim came up just over the knee and her feet dressed out in a pair of pricy heels.

  Trenton took a deep breath and let out a growling approval. His expression like a dreamy lion that was just getting started with ideas of what he wanted to do with his prey.

  “You told me to wear a baby doll and the socks.”

  “Aye I did.” He stepped closer, “Now let’s see if you followed the rest of my instructions.”

  Kat took a quick step back, but Trenton caught her arm and gently, but firmly pulled her back to him, “Guess that would be a no.”

  Katianna fell still. There was no sense fighting it, he had her and she had panties on.

  Trenton’s hands came up her skirt and she felt the heat from them the second he touched her skin. It nearly took her breath away, to have him touch her so close to her most needy parts and she really did need his touch. Ever since he’d dropped her off hours ago with little more than a kiss and a few explicit words and she’d been in arousing development mode ever since. Memories of a time when he touched her to make her feel good, of a hot overwhelming kiss that took her breath away and damn near scared her to death. Dear God, she wanted to be scared by him again. Now, the very nearness of his body and his hands grasping her hips was making her melt and her theca growing wet.

  She chewed at her lips as he pressed the lace panties down her legs, tapping at her feet one then the other for her to step out of them. “Wacoal—nice.” He whispered the designer name them tucked them into his pants pocket.

  “No—Trenton? You’re keeping them?” She admonished that he’d dare steel her panties.

  “I told you if you wanted to keep them you won’t wear them around me.” He stood, his fingers tracing up her legs right up to the entrance of her sex and flicked the lock charm that she’d left there. That pretty much brought her to near silence, only nearly because a small gasp did escape her lips. But her moan of need quickly turned to an expression of bewilderment when Trenton turned and dropped down on the sofa, throwing one foot up on his knee and just looked at her as if waiting on something.

  Okay so why did she have this sinking feeling like she was in trouble or something? But he said nothing just looking at her. His arm resting over the arm of the sofa, the ever present arrogance like his dominance, it never ebbed.

  “Are—we—not going out?” She tread carefully with her request.

  “When you’ve turned over something.”

  “You already took my panties, what else do you want?”

  “The key.”

  Her lips tightened at that, “The key to my jewelry lock?” She fiend, yep trouble confirmed she only hoped it was worth whatever he was going to do to her.

  “I’ll take that one too.” He waited again.

  Oh she really was in trouble wasn’t she? She chewed at her lip, silence was better than admission at this point. But Trenton and Diesel were just getting too full of themselves and needed some challenges thrown their way, better it came from a man as big and strong as Paris then from her. What could she possibly do?

  “Key, Katianna.”

  “House key?” She swallowed hard. Oh shit what had Paris done?

  “You already have two racked up, do you really want more?”

  “More?” More what? She didn’t know, but her body was heating up with the impending danger he was obviously warning her of. Nervous, but submitting. Oooo, why was her body submitting? Because you’re in trouble you twit. Stupid writer.

  Trenton rolled his lips, the internal struggle to not laugh at her as she shook in her shoes, like a nervous little poodle tempting fate, but not wanting to get caught. His cock aching to have what was already his. But she had set Paris loose, that was bad, and that she was holding out on him right now was equally unacceptable. As his slave, she would have to come to terms on this. Now was a good start. And she looked so cute and scrumptious at the mercy of her first lesson. “Katianna.” His voice drew up in a tight command that warned her timer was running out.

  “Okay they’re both on the chain around my waist.” She stammered, dropping her head down instantly, maybe if she did the eyes down thing she wouldn’t be in as much trouble as she probably should be. Depending on what Paris did with his freedom.

  “You used the key Diesel gave you for protection?”

  She nodded, still keeping her eyes down. Trenton ran his finger across his lips, back and forth like a violin bow running across its strings, contemplating. There was a reason they’d given her the key. Recent attacks on women in the area had included handcuff bruises, so Diesel had given her and the women in his self defense class, keys and instructed them to wear them on a chain around their waist; a place where they could always get to it, regardless of whether their hands were bound in front or behind. So needless to say Trenton couldn’t take it, at least not feel good about it if he did. Her safety was first. Guess she would get that third spanking after all.

  But looking at her now, if he even made a move in her direction she’d likely run and hide from him. Besides they were going to be late for their dinner reservations. “Come, let’s get going. We’ll address your punishment another time.”

  It took some coaxing, but he did finally get her to take his hand and they headed out for their first official date and you couldn’t knock the smile from his face had you attempted to do so with a cannon.

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  “A lion is most handsome when looking for food - Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi.” Katianna read the saying off the menu cover and shot a sided glance at Trenton. It was as if he’d planned this ahead of time or something. And she hadn’t forgotten the part about racking up punishment. She hadn’t even had her first date yet and already he was talking punishments and enjoying it. She shivered at the thought knowing a good bit of what he did to his slaves for punishment.

  “What are you thinking?” Trenton grinned, toying with the thoughts that ran amuck in her mind.

  “I’m thinking if I should run from you while I still can.”

  “It’s already too late for that, Kat.” His voice dark and something else she could not quiet place but she was certain it meant just what he said. It was too late she belonged to him and he wasn’t going to let her go. Her only choice was to learn to live in his world.

  Trenton had taken her to a little known restaurant that served a fusion of Middle Eastern and Mediterranean dishes, where guests sat on low banquettes placed against the walls and on large pillows called ‘poufs’ on the floor inside small shell shaped alcoves, privacy was provided by heavy velvet drapes on the sides and swags of sheer mesh and lace across the front of each alcove. Food choices came in small dishes so it was easy to order several different things and not have too much food and you ate with their fingers or with bread, while belly dancers entert
ained throughout the night.

  Katianna had never had Middle Eastern food before so Trenton ordered a variety of dishes, each one having its own unique taste. There were a few he read out from the menu she wouldn’t even accept the suggestion of trying. Finally he settled their selection and soon dishes of containing the exotic samples perfectly portioned for two people were brought to the table.

  Poulet: chicken served in a Moroccan stew, preserved lemon confit, olives and dried apricots. Agneau: was lamb shank marinated in a citrus prune sauce with sliced almonds. Canard: a duck confit garnished with green olives, kumquat jam and toasted cumin seeds. Goulash Bil Gibnah a stuffed phyllo pastry with mushrooms, leeks, fresh herbs and gibnah domiaty. The crabmeat Kofta were Egyptian style cakes of lump blue crab meat, shrimp, leeks and scallions. And lastly a dish of lemon chicken couscous.

  And as always Trenton enjoyed the meal by feeding it to her. After sampling each of the dishes and deciding which ones she liked best they dug in until they’d devoured most of the food then sat back on the pillows while he fed her a glass of wine and they talked.

  “How did you get here?” She asked rather abruptly. She had always wondered and the more she learned of him, the more she wondered how it all came about. To own his own business and now to find out he owned an island, she knew he was well off, well she suspected it at least, given his tank on wheels, his clients, the club and every now and then someone would say something along the lines of him having a considerable amount of money or revenue. Not that she cared and he certainly didn’t flaunt it at least not in the true definition of flaunting, but when he saw something he wanted he never seemed to bat a lash about purchasing it and she was just curious how someone reached such easement in their life.

  “I was in the Marines for a number of years; Diesel and I went in together and were trained as part of a five man sniper unit. Dane and Marcus were our Black Hawk pilots while Diesel, Harper and myself were the gun men. We’d won the lottery from a ticket we bought while on furlough, it was one of the largest jackpots in the New England area at the time. We gave ourselves some blow money then locked the rest up till we knew what we wanted to do with it. We still had another two years to go in the service so it wasn’t so hard. We invested a lot of it and by the time we got out we all had some idea of what we wanted and set about making it happen.”