Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  She shrugged, “Guess I’ve had lots of practice just growing up with fisherman. You should hear the whale tails they tell.” She smiled.

  “All the same.” He lifted her from the counter and put her to her feet, “Come on. Let's see if we can’t break Trent free so we can go for dinner, otherwise it’s just you, me and Paris.”

  Trenton was just locking up the front when they came to the hallway. A good sign that it was over for now. But a noise coming from the office next to them had Diesel’s attention right away and he swung the door open to find Paris behind the desk, his head dropped back over his chair and his hand making fast work of his hard erection.

  “Paris, stop now.” Diesel commanded, but it went unheard.

  Trenton was just stepping up and peered in, “Punishment is going to be harsh if you don’t do as Patronus tells you.”

  “It’ll be worth it.” Paris groaned not slowing in his effort to ease his horniness.

  “I’m sure Olla will feel the same. She’s been begging me to hand you over for a pet for the weekend.”

  “Ahh-Uhg!” Paris let out a bitter growl, his fist shot up from his cock to press at his temples mirrored by his other hand. He growled again through clenched teeth “Stay back, stay back.” He muttered under his breath, cursing back the near tidal wave of release just pitching at the edge of no return.

  Diesel shot a glance at Trenton sharing a sarcastic grin, “Damn—and so close too.”

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  At dinner Trenton’s thoughts were distant. The anguish and worry lines apparent on his face.

  “Maybe you should send me home.” Katianna made the quiet suggestion and it nearly startled him from his thoughts.

  The furrow lines deepened, “Why would you suggest that?”

  “You look like you could use some time alone. To think and not have to cater to me.”

  “You think I wouldn’t prefer to have you with me even when I’m not in the best mood?” He sucked in a tight breath, that he was troubled over the missing girl was understandable. But that Katianna would push herself away from him when he’s days weren’t their brightest? He’d had enough time away from her. From here on out he planned to have her with him no matter what. He did not take their relation or his responsibility of her as some casual affair.

  “Wouldn’t you? Most people prefer to be alone.”

  Trenton reached out touching her cheek, pushing the shorter strand of hair that always looped along her jawline back from her face, “I’m not everyone else and the only time I’ll ever send you from my side is when your safety requires it.” He took her chin in the pinch of his fingers lifting her up for a chaste kiss. “You’re mine even on my bad days.” Trenton’s eyes dropped to the short hem of her dress, recollection coming up to reminded him of her earlier appointment and a lusty glint crept into his eyes. His hand following the mental reminder finding its way under her baby doll dress.

  His smile vanished when his fingers found fabric instead of naked skin. “You’re wearing panties—” His fingers investigating the fabric. “They’re not even lace?” he liked that even less, her skin was meant for the lacy lovelies he bought her. The only other thing allowed to wrap around that warm cunt and perky ass was him.

  Katianna swallowed, quickly shifting into defense mode, “The doctor told me to wear cotton panties right after. They gave them to me.”

  Trenton’s expression eased some and she let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to be spanked just for following doctor’s orders, but she clearly saw his lusty stalking gaze hadn’t diminished in the least. She felt his fingers hook the sides of her panties and began tugging them off. “Lay back I want to see how beautiful it turned out.”

  Katianna glanced about the restaurant hoping for an excuse to not comply, but there was no one looking. No one close by that she could use to protest his orders. He had deliberately requested the crescent shaped booth in the back corner of the restaurant. There was little traffic and the lighting dim, giving him a considerable amount of advantage of freedom with her. After a visual patrol over the room she glanced back at him, some all knowing expression on his face like he knew what she was hoping to find only to discover what he already knew.

  Katianna surrendered doing as she was told and eased back on the bench. Her head brushing against Diesel’s thigh and she blushed when he glanced down at her with an eager smile.

  Trenton pulled the panties free from her body and brushed the hem of her dress up just enough to expose her beautiful naked mound. The skin still pinkish from the laser treatment. Her twin labia rings displayed in perfect view for him now. If it weren’t for the fact they were in the restaurant, he would have her stretched out over the table and devoured her right there on the spot. “Deez, her mouth please.”

  Katianna squirmed with a start when Diesel’s broad hand dropped over her mouth and Trenton’s hand come down between her legs followed by the instant slapping sting against her tender mound. While she was not at all thrilled she just got spanked on her front side, she was grateful her scream was caught in Diesel’s hand.

  “One more.” Diesel spoke lightly to Trenton. Katianna’s eyes shot wide and she attempted to balk up at him, pleading with a shake of her head, but Diesel didn’t remove his hand.

  “He said one more.” Trenton glanced down at her, his eyes measuring, calculating and with a swift movement his hand came down calculatedly over her already smarting skin.

  Diesel’s hand released her once her cry muted and she shot up only to land in Trenton’s kiss. His lips covering hers, burning away her protest in a deep hungry kiss. Silencing her completely.

  “That’s for thinking I’d ever want to send you away.” He growled in her ear after releasing his kiss.

  “You’re so mean.” She gave him a pouty whisper.

  “I know.” He returned the pouty gesture.

  Katianna wasn’t entirely extinguished and she twisted to glare at Diesel, “and the second one? What was that for?”

  Diesel’s brow went up with a surprise that she was firing off at him and he did what he could to bite back his laughter, “I told you I owed you one for setting Paris loose.”

  “What did you do?” Her glare then shifted to Paris.

  “Stole a kiss.” Paris licked his lips then leaned in closer to Diesel as if he might try it again before the night was over.

  “A kiss? I get spanked over a kiss?”

  Trenton took her chin pulling her around to face him. “More like charged Diesel, but your punishment is for your own action. You knew he wasn’t supposed to be freed. You undermined our authority over him when you interfered.”

  Katianna’s shoulders slunk down. So Paris humped Diesel’s leg and kissed him and now she was still getting punished for it. That didn’t seem fair in anyway shape or form.

  Moments later their waitress arrived bringing their food and they fell quiet as they ate. Diesel becoming more and more mindful of the erection growing in his pants, watching his brother interact with his unicorn and just recalling the moment having Paris pressed hard against his body made it nearly impossible to hide.

  For a split second when Paris came bounding out of Trenton’s truck locking hold of him to steal a kiss, he’d actually given into Paris’ demanding mouth. Opening up just long enough to taste his tongue against his own before forcing the brat back, but the man’s taste rang out in him, intensified by the grinding of the Paris’ cock against his. It sent a surging hunger through his body now that had yet to ease back in him. The more time he spent around Paris, the more he wanted him. To just unleash the man’s beastly appetite and drown his senses in it. However the more he watched Trenton and Katianna draw close the more he knew he was ready for someone to take a permanent position in his life.

  “I could take care of that for you.” Paris’ dark rich lust broke through Diesel’s thoughts. Paris paused in his meal to glance at Diesel, letting his eyes undress him lingering heavily over Diesel’s bulging pants
.

  “Except if I let you, you’d never let go.”

  Paris wore a deep devilish grin that reached all the way to his eyes lighting them on fire. “You’re right—I won’t.”

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  CHAPTER TWENTY

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  That weekend, Amelia was holding an elite bash out at her estate, an eclectic mix of powerful and wealthy people with a lusty appetite for sex. While not everyone present was involved in the BDSM community, most had an open taste for sex and so her party wasn’t much unlike the club La Rouge in Paris. Only this party was held to promote the Salientis du Deliciarum Island Resort. It also provided a dual purpose for those who would be attending the auction. Amelia’s party for them was considered the kickoff party for the auction event coming up in two more weeks, if they didn’t get lucky enough to take home a slave of their own just the sight of them would likely wet their appetites enough to tempted them down to the resort to enjoy one of theirs.

  Katianna of course was warned ahead of time to keep clear of the guests so as not to find herself on the menu for advances.

  She’d been cooped up all day, watching from the safety of her cottage which became almost unbearable when she noticed Trenton had arrived, along with his brothers Marcus, Dane, Diesel and his slave, Paris. But each time it looked like he might try to steal away from the guests to come visit her, someone would approach and draw him away. It wasn’t until early evening when a text came across her phone.

  —Everyone has gathered for dinner, then entertainment in the main salon. It’s safe to come out now. —

  It didn’t say anything about him coming out to meet her—so she figured she would have to dress appropriately just to be sure he did.

  “You should know something before you approach.” She spoke not looking up from the book she was reading, when she noticed the tall shadow stepping toward her.

  “Which is?” He gave her a sheepish grin, slowing in his approach, but only to take in a long look of her stretched out on the pool lounger in her bikini and sarong, not because she waved a warning flag of any kind.

  “I’m not on the menu.” She gave him a cocky reply, trying to keep her smile to herself.

  “That’s a shame—I have such a particular appetite.” And with that he procured a white package in his hands and closed in on her, dropping down on the edge of the chase next to her.

  She looked up finally and knew right away what it was. She’d gotten the message from Fredrick, Amelia’s Head Steward. he had picked up her groceries and placed them in Amelia main kitchen. Katianna just hadn’t gotten around to collecting them and bring them to her own frig. Her eyes narrowed on Trenton as he peeled the paper back to expose the stolen popsicle treat. “Those are mine.”

  “I know.” He held it out towards her lips just close enough she could feel the chilled air on her lips without giving her the chance to taste, “Beg for me.”

  Her brow lowered into a dark expression, “I shouldn’t have to, their mine already.”

  “And you are mine and yet here I am—having to court you.”

  “Yours? So sure of it are you?” She risked a playful challenge.

  “Yes and you know you are, so don’t even bother with that argument.” Since she wouldn’t beg and he knew she wouldn’t, not for the popsicle at least and not after all the begging he’d put her through the past week to stop teasing her to no avail. So he chose another playtime with the icy treat. “Put your book down.” And he waited only long enough for her to close it and set it down on the ground.

  Trenton pushed the icy pop to her lips tracing them, then traced down her bottom lip and over her chin. He left a sticky wet trail of grape juice down her throat, pausing for a moment to trace the soft gullet of skin at the base of her neck then proceeded down her breast bone then forked off to slip under the triangle of her bathing suit. He knew he’d hit the perfect little nipple hiding under there when a small gasp broke from her lips.

  So calm and still, she tried to appear totally unaffected. And his wicked smile got the best of him when her lower lip curled in to be captured by her teeth as he teased the perky button with a whirling dance of the popsicle’s tip.

  “I remember that night when you teased me with an ice cube from my drink.” His voice deep and husky as he recalled the evening to her. The deep tone was so inviting, luring her to him. She wanted to feel his breath on her shoulder, his lips grace her neck while he spoke nasty things to her, things he had every intension of afflicting upon her for his own delight.

  “Yes, but I believe I restored them to blissful warmth with my kiss.”

  “Then you remember?”

  “Not entirely, but I know what I would do.”

  “And you’d like me to do that to you now, wouldn’t you?”

  It was a trick, of course she would, but to get it, again she would have to beg for it, it was bad enough he teased her and she knew he would leave her to torment, but to trick her into begging for more. It was the cruelest form of courting she’d ever heard of.

  She looked down to watch as he slid the icy treat across her chest tracing out the smooth rolls of her cleavage then slipping passed her bathing suit top to molest the other nipple. She chewed on her lip again, dropping her head back and she closed her eyes fighting the urge to beg. The chilled contact making her nipples painfully hard, on top of the engorging effects just having him so close to her. Damn he made her hot. Every bit about him. How he looked at her like she was an exotic dessert he planned to eat spoonful by spoonful, there would be nothing left of her when he was finished. Her body would belong to him as would her will, her soul and quite likely her heart too.

  And if that wasn’t enough to know she was a goner for him, there was still his voice, so deep and masculine, her knees went soft every time he whispered in her ear and her spine would melt with rippling chills.

  And then his arms and those broad shoulders—damn she loved his shoulders. How they felt when she wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him and the way they eclipsed her whenever he teased her by laying over her. That was probably by far the hardest to endure from him. How many times had she rolled her hips up to press against him, hoping to waiver his self control? He had way too much of it, no man should have such control as he did.

  His control well matched by his strength and it was a good thing too, because like she said when he was done with her she was going to be pure putty. And if he intended to always keep her weakened in such a way then he’d likely have to carry her all the time. Her pint size didn’t weight much, but he’d need those strong arms to remove her from the floor and whisk her away to the hiding place he had planned for her.

  It was excruciating what he was putting her through. He had to know she was already submitting to him, anymore of this playing with her as he called courting and she was going to be mush. There would be no resistance left in her to hold up his dominate claim on her, but the way he continued to prey upon her… her body heated at the thought that he just might satisfy a dark fantasy she harbored and his claiming would be as carnal and somatic as she dreamed it could be. She didn’t want to be claimed by a man she wanted to be claimed by an animal with all the wild savagery of a beast. She also had to wonder if he knew. He said he already knew what she wanted that she had told him her wishful fantasies, but he never repeated them to her. For all she knew she could have recited some elaborate sex scene from one of her books, because after the way Garrett and the friends he shared it with laughed at her when she told him foolishly thinking he cared enough to fulfill it, she swore never to bring it up again.

  Trenton loved how, in her attempts to resist she actually submitted to all his playing. Letting him tease her body to his delight, not that she had any say in it and that was just it, having never been a Sub for anyone she naturally gave in to him, knowing there was nothing she could do. Yet as timid as it was right now she was teetering on the edge of begging. Biting at her lip, her hands clenched
on the edge of the lounger at her side determined to utter not a word to take her, to beg him to cover her nipples with his lips. He had only intended to come over and vandalize her for just the briefest of teasing moments then abandon her to unquenched fervor, but he was enjoying it too much to stop now.

  He dropped the popsicle down her belly letting the melting syrup pool up in her belly button till it flooded around the jewelry she wore. Then tucked it under her sarong to chase up her leg. He pulled the flap of the wrappings open so he could see her legs and that wicked smile came back when he discovered what she didn’t wear—

  “Bad Kat.”

  He stroked the inside of her thigh with the popsicle till it reached the exposed folds of her sex and he watched with heated delight, as her mouth parted with a slight sucking of her breath and she shivered at the contact. He reached for her sarong and shifted the cloth further to give his eyes an open show to his intentions, gliding the tip of the treat around her labia cooling every part of her, coating it with the melted grape syrup. He licked his lips, just thinking about it.

  “Part your legs further for me.” He whispered, keeping his command soft, his control in check and he pressed the popsicle passed the lips, just an inch and reveled in her face as her eyes widened with sultry need and just to please her he pushed it all the way in.

  Katianna shot her head back letting out a sharp gasp. She had already been aroused, watching the party guests milling about knowing what they were doing when they went into one of many cabanas set up around the estate for private pleasures. It had her mental thoughts going, creating the stories that would go on her computer pages and just when she thought she had enough to start her next passionate short story she saw—him.

  Trenton waltzing around like he owned the place for the night, faded stone wash black jeans with the knees torn out topped with a studded belt. A denim jacket just a shade or two darker with a two tone grey scarf coiled around his neck that dropped down over his bare chest. Her heart was fluttering to see the tanned ripple of skin and if she watched long enough she would catch a peek of one of those manly nipples depending on how he moved. He had to know what he was doing to all the women there, Paris included. Trenton, simply put, dominated lust and desire. But only he dictated who got to touch him and not once did Kat see any woman win that challenge.