Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  “And Pains? How does that fit in?”

  “Aside from Dane being the owner which you know. We all—all five of us have a— shall we say a deep lust for life.” He grinned, “I, along with the others am an investor—both Pains and the other two clubs, Flesh and Stilettos. The clubs provide a feeding ground for us.”

  “Feeding ground—interesting analogy.”

  Trenton’s gaze dropped over to her feet, decked out in the wicker braided leather that encaged her feet up to her ankles. He reached over taking them from the pillow they were graced over and pulled them into his lap. “Lay back.” He whispered not looking at her, but kept his attention on her feet at the moment. He caressed the smooth acrylic platform, up the arch and back down the stiletto heel, silently enjoying the contours. The shoes provided six inches on her height and even then she didn’t come up to his mouth. He liked her petit body and that even in the tallest of shoes she would still be his small little mouse. His hand cupped under her heel and pulled the ribbon free from the bow that secured the shoes around her foot. It was a nice touch to the design in place of a zipper that would only have disrupted the savage weave of leather cords that made up the cage.

  He slipped the shoe from her foot and proceeded to stroke the underside of her arches. He messaged her feet absentmindedly, his thoughts more on her body and surprisingly on what they were talking about then on the tender attention he was giving her feet.

  “So what about you?” he shifted the stage to her. There were still a number of things about her past he did not know and wanted to understand how they had affected her.

  “I don’t know—I was always good at stories. I won a scholarship with a short story and I won another contest with the same story. It got a lot of attention during the start of the Iraqi war. NYU offered to double my scholarship it if I came to their school”

  “What was the story?”

  “Dear Soldier, With Love. It was about a letter written by an anonymous woman who’d written one last love letter and addressing it as nothing more than Dear Soldier. Because all her previous letters couldn’t find her lover who was missing in action. The letter landed in the hands of one who’d just recently gotten a recent Dear John and then he passed it on. The story follows the letter from one soldier to the next many of them writing back in their own way adding their correspondence to the ‘beloved woman’ as she became known until the letter and all the correspondences found the man she was looking for.

  Trenton blinked, “Wow.” He was floored by this, he never heard her talk about any writing other than her erotica and she really didn’t even talk about that. “Does Deez know you wrote this?”

  She gave him a puzzled look. “No— I don’t think so—why?”

  He shook his head and moved on to another question not actually answering hers. “What made you think of that?”

  “My mom use to write a lover letter for my pappy every year for his birthday and have one of the local fishermen take it out to deliver to the sea. And then at school one of the girls I knew wrote a Dear John letter to her fiancée who was in the gulf war at the time. And all I could think about was how selfish it was. He’s over there fighting a war and she had to dump him because she couldn’t keep her pants on.”

  “So what about now? I mean with you, you have several books out now.”

  “Yeah, but still barely a notch above being a poor starving artist story. But living rent free helps, thanks to Amelia.”

  He glanced down at her feet and then to the shoes he’d just pulled off moments ago, “Maybe you wouldn’t be so poor if you didn’t buy thousand dollar shoes?” He tickled the bottom of her foot to further that his tone was more to tease her then scold her.

  Katianna giggled “I’ve had them for some time. Most of them anyways. I got from someone I dated a long time ago.” Her voice trailed off and she drew quiet telling Trenton she didn’t want to go down that memory lane. Amelia had once said Garrett had apparently done something to her and Trenton recalled the cocky model standing at the door with his admissions that he’d thrown her out. He wanted to know what had happened to her, but he could see it was still too soon.

  “Sometimes I get things from Vashon. An outfit I’ve even gotten a couple pairs of shoes from him because he says I have cute feet and just because he’s a big fan and a friend.”

  Trenton’s eyes narrowed, he felt a sudden twinge of jealousy that someone else was taking pleasure in her feet. He’d have to put a stop to that soon or monitor it himself and only if he decided to deem it as harmless. As far as he was concerned she was his and that included her feet. But Vashon was a question to ponder further, “Vashon is as gay as they come, your stories don’t have the right equipment in them to be of his liking.”

  “That doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy them for the story as well. There’s more than just sex scenes in my books nor does it mean the ones that are in them, won’t turn him on. Outside of Amelia I think Vashon is my number one fan. But I am working on a book that includes homoerotica.”

  “Amelia certainly praises your work. Guess I need to take up reading huh?” and then it struck him how would she know how to write homoerotica. “How would you know how to write such material?”

  Katianna shrugged twisting on the pillows to look at him without lifting up.

  “Has your ass ever been made love to by a man?”

  Katianna blanched at the question and he saw the force field go up as she kept silent. Trenton wasn’t about to let her wall up that tight and he reached over grabbing her waist and pulled her up over his lap. “Don’t clam up on me now little mouse, or I might have to drug you myself to get you to open up to me.” He pushed her arms behind her back crossing them and locking them tightly together with one hand. He smiled at her as she tested the perimeters of his hold. He knew what she had done; the jerk wasn’t near enough to attempt breaking free or to even be considered a struggle. No—she was simply testing his grip finding he had a firm enough grip on her.

  “Tell me my little mouse, what dark delights have you had back there?” His free hand stroked around to her ass, gripping firmly at the round globes and let one digit press further to tease her with the threat of approach.

  She let out a gasp rolling forward easing away from his hand’s teasing threat. “Just a finger and it hurt really bad.” She whispered under her breath.

  “Too bad—he didn’t know what he was doing. When I decide to make love to your ass I’m going to put every inch of my cock up there and then you’re going to scream with ecstasy while I mount you and ride you to new heights.”

  Katianna felt like she’d turned a dozen different shades of red and pink and could feel the heat building in her already. It frightened her that he would insist he experienced her in such a way, but she could not deny she fantasized that it would feel exactly as he described it would. She had written anal sex into most of her stories. They just wouldn’t be complete without the dark erotic act, but she had never experienced it herself and yet as his explicit whispers spilled in her ears she could feel the yearning desire stir just beyond that forbidden entry.

  “What will it be like for me? Being your slave.”

  Trenton thought for a moment not entirely sure how to put it into words. Then finally went on to explain that as his Life Slave she was there for all his pampering and sexual attention but she was not a prisoner, she could go wherever she needed to go and he’d see to it she had transportation. She’d have to put up with his over protectiveness, but he would also expect her to behave and would issue out punishments when she didn’t. He was at least honest in that retrospect.

  Her every need would be cared for and she would be spoiled in so many ways she’d find it hard to want for anything. But there was still his dominance and he had disciplines he expected her to follow just as he would any other slave. Such as honesty. And her orgasms, those were his too. The only time a battery operated toy would touch her was when he placed it there. And when he told her to do something
he expected her to do it. And no amount of pouting was going to free her from punishment.

  Katianna fell quiet, too quiet and he grew concerned, “Katianna what is it?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Remember that part about honesty? I need you to talk to me.”

  “You won’t cane me will you?” She tucked her eyes away suddenly and her entire body tensed. She knew what she was asking. She was about to lay down a hard rule on his favorite B&D scene. Trenton loved caning a submissive over bondage any day.

  Trenton caught her chin with a finger and drew her back around to face him. “Scares you does it?”

  She nodded. He’d always figured on this, caning was as advanced as they came for flanking. He didn’t count that she’d be able to handle it, even if it was an art he truly got considerable pleasure from.

  “If it scares you that much, I promise not to use a cane on you.”

  She let out a huge sigh of relief. “And no oral.”

  Trenton blinked a moment, “I think you already broke that rule.”

  “I mean on me. I don’t want you going down on me.”

  His head was already shaking on that one, “Katianna nothing in this world is going to keep me from having that pleasure with you. You can count on that rule being broken and I’m going to take you to have your hair removed first thing this week. But I have to ask why?”

  She shrugged hard, “I’m too sensitive for it—and I’m embarrassed by it.”

  “And how did your previous lovers handle this?”

  She shrugged again, “I only had to tell Garrett no once and he never tried again.”

  “Don’t count on that with me Katianna. You’ll have to beat me off with a bat every night, because I’ll stay on it.” He fell quiet a moment deep in contemplation with her. “Anything else you want to say no on?”

  She blinked a moment.

  “This is our contract rules, so it’s now or never.” He drew her eyes around to connect with him. But he knew already where here limits were. Which ones he’d teach her to push and which ones may never allow to be coaxed open. Even if she never spoke them they would be treated with care, but he wanted her to have this chance to say them.

  Katianna saw the world of caring in his eyes the same one he held for his slaves when he brought them into scene. This was the way of B&D, a contract between Dom and Sub that termed out the boundaries and limitation for both partners so their experience together was both fulfilling and not overtly frightening. Trenton wanted her as his slave for life which meant he needed to know her limits. And there were plenty of them, but nothing she was hard set against that she hadn’t already mentioned. At least none that came to mind now, but she was certain she’d regret her silence later when the time became never.

  “And the courtship? I don’t understand this courtship thing?”

  “Now we spend time together. A lot of time together. I expect you to be with me at the club now, not in Amelia’s booth. And we’ll share a considerable amount of time outside the club too, because that’s really important for you and me right now. We haven’t had a lot of that. And I’m going to kiss you because you need to be kissed and kissed often. And I am going to spend a considerable amount of time teasing you.”

  “You already tease me.” She whimpered out her accusation. Her body was already heating up like a melting pot and she was looking forward to the kissing part, because he took her breath away when he kissed her. Though she was gonna have to learn to stop that, because he always pulled back when she gasped under him and she hated that. But the teasing? No, she didn’t want to be teased any more.

  “Now let me tell you what will not happen while I court you.” And he pulled her to him and whispered in her ear.

  “What?!” Her eyes shot wide and leaned back hard in his grip, “What do you mean no fuc—” she stopped remembering she’d been warned once about her language right about the same time he went on to mention punishment, “Intercourse?”

  He shot her a devilish grin. “Not till you’ve surrendered to me.”

  Kat let out an instant exaggerated moan and tossed herself from his lap, falling back to the pillows on her side. Oh god this was what hell was, agree to date a man who teased you into utter derailment only at the moment when you open up he denies you the whole package deal?

  “God Trenton! Why’s it got to be like that?” She balled up and turned away from him, as if the whole thing caused her physical agony. Doling out more pouting.

  Trenton held back his cachinnation, so hard it nearly hurt watching her; he brought a finger to his mouth strummed at his lip mostly to silence his gratification. She looked like a kid who’d just been told the vacation to Disney World was canceled. She truly was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen when she pouted and she was so damn good at it. But he wasn’t giving in this time.

  “Disappointed are you?” He raised a brow in her direction, struggling to keep stern; she really was that damn cute it was laughable.

  “Disappointed?” She rolled up on elbows and her head snapped up to glare at him, “I haven’t had anything touch my nethers that weren’t run on batteries in a long time.” Pout—correction double pouting with the lip, the brow thing and whole nine yards.

  Trenton made a sound in the back of his throat, and she knew damn well what that was.

  “How long?” He actually knew the answer to his question or pretty much thought he did, but the night was about opening up and communicating.

  She dropped to her back and tucked her head almost hiding and fell quiet a moment, “Not since you—at the hospital.”

  “And no dates? All this time?”

  “I never go out except to the club—(more pouting) — and no one but you and that guy Cliff ever approach me—(again more pouting) — I tried going out on a date once—” Her voice trailed off.

  “The date when you returned home in a taxi cab?”

  “Yes.”

  Trenton remembered that night well. Everyone knew she had a date planned; himself included and Diesel had to stay on his ass to keep him from interfering. That night, she returned in a cab rather than her date bringing her back.

  Troy was on duty that night at Amelia’s estate and was alerted when someone was trying to enter the gate code with no success. Troy found Katianna arguing with the cab driver just outside the gates, because she hadn’t had enough money on her to pay the full fair and when she failed to get the gate open, the cabby accused her of fraud. Troy took care of the fare, but when he question Katianna what had happened she ran off crying. Troy became concerned that she might have been forced so he called Trenton right away.

  Trenton had gotten to the estate less than thirty minutes after he got the call. His fears were the same as Troy’s. Turned out her date was just too pushy when she’d only wanted a dinner date. His good little mouse tasered her date’s ass when he didn’t stop pawing at her and came home. Trenton had stayed half the night, with her balled up in his lap, touching nothing more than her hair and her shoulders as she cried till she finally fell asleep. You don’t want to know what he did to the guy.

  Trenton reached for Katianna grabbing one ankle then a wrist and pulled her back up and over his lap. “Perhaps I should back off?”

  “Nooo.” She shifted into a whole new kind of pouting, the type that got him every time, turning his insides into pudding. She dropped against his chest, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and her cheek rested on the one. Perfectly matched up to his body. He could feel every inch of her pressed flat against his. Like a kid skin glove, she was made for him and his heart ached to keep her there. “Four years is long enough.” She sulked and her reverence melted his heart.

  As much as he loved the feel of her pressed against his body, he pushed her out, firm hands on her arms, “So then why have you always shied away?”

  “Because you frighten me.” She thought for a moment, “but not having you around is even more so.”

  “So shall I start courting
you?” She nodded. “You have to say it, Katianna. You have to tell me what you want.”

  Katianna swallowed hard near frozen, she never asked for what she wanted, it only made not getting it harder to live with, deepened the disappointment. Not to mention she had been raised to never ask for what was not given. It had been her mother’s way of dealing with why they didn’t always have what others had. And for the most part that philosophy worked.

  “Katianna.” His gaze burned into her like he could see right to her soul. “You have to say it.”

  “Yes.” She murmured.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes it starts.” She took a deep breath “But can’t our courtship have sex in it?”

  Trenton laughed, “No. That will happen only once you‘ve begged so hard that you really mean it. And then it will happen.”

  “But—Auuhhh—” her head rocked back groaning with the instant intrusion of his fingers reaching deeply passed her folds. Her nails snaring into his shoulders as his fingers pumped and twirled inside her.

  “But you may consider your nethers touched now.” He commanded

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  CHAPTER NINETEEN

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  Trenton’s commanding touch was relentless, reaching deep inside her to exalt her whimpering cries bringing her to the very cuspate edge of delirious release, then stopped leaving her dangling mercilessly in need.

  What started inside their semi private dining alcove, magically relocated to the parking garage next to his Knight. It had to of been magic cause damned if she recalled them getting there.