Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  Now he was here with her, his touch given over to her under his command and at the moment he was tormenting her body with the kinky cold intrusion of mirth. The stark chill of frozen grape syrup spearing deep inside her, chilling the fiery hot nerves. She couldn’t remain still for it any longer, her body ached—provoked by the cold insertion that moved inside her and ached to have his hot body in place of it. She whimpered as the contrast of sensations, cold pumping and stroking against heated flesh was decadent, her thighs clenched over his hand holding him to her, but he would not give her that much.

  Trenton could see she would easily come for him soon, but he wasn’t about to let her have that if she were not ready to let him lap up every drop of silk tainted with the grape syrup. Her hips pushed into his hand begging for more and her thighs tighten around his hand, pleading physically for a completion on he could grant.

  “Bad Kat.” He whispered pulling the popsicle from her wet channel, his mouth watering for the taste of her, watching the purple syrup drip from her. But what he hadn't countered was her muscle control, her thighs drew in and he could see the muscles in her pelvis and everywhere else tensed and tighten. She shuttered and it rippled through her body and she let out a heavy breath before relaxing again.

  “Damn you.” He cursed with a guttural moan aware that she had managed to get her release after all. It was small, but enough to counter the hungry exile he had planned to leave her in. Ready or not, he was not about to waste the prize she’d spilled. Trenton was instantly to his feet and scooped her up in her arms and lofted her off, despite the yelp that came from her as he carried her into the cabana tent which lucky for him wasn’t too far.

  And damn was he in luck, it was already supplied with friendly restraints. He was going to need them; oral on her was one of the—don’t do it—rules.

  He laid her down on the bench and immediately brought up the leather shackles and secured her wrists over her head, then jerked her body down till her tight little ass hung just over the edge

  “No—” She gasped once she realized what he was about to do, “Trenton don’t do this—”

  “Mmmm—” he hummed against her thigh just watching the little quivers of anticipation and need mixed with her nervous fear. “I remember I use to love dream-cicles when I was a boy.”

  Ignoring her little panic attack, he leaned in and took his first lick, capturing the small droplet of white cream that had eased out between ripe petals. Damn it was good. That first sweet, sweet taste of sticky grape syrup followed by the lingering flavor of her silk on his tongue. Damn, she tasted like a summer night storm. “Mmmm—Yummy.” He breathed against her making her shiver again then plunged into her depths with his tongue. Trenton gave no quarter and no mercy, she was going to suffering his appetite till she relished it. His tongue forced her folds to part for him and he felt the twinned sensation of chilled and heated flesh. It was incredible, the feeling and the taste of her on his tongue as he licked greedily at the tainted milk that had escaped his control over her.

  A sharp, high pitch cry escaped Katianna’s lips at the very moment she felt her body pushed open by the heat of his tongue. If it hadn’t been for the restraints and the strong arms that held her, she would have shot up to the ceiling like one of those cartoon cats. The unequivocal pink electricity that shot through her from his touch had Katianna tossing her head pulling against the restraints on her wrists with all her might, but they were well secured and he had her. It wasn’t fair play he was commanding her with; she had forced her body to come even when she knew he had no intentions of letting her. He wasn’t one to give a free ride, not when it would have served him better to hold out on her, make her ache for him until another night and she would be weakened further by him. But he let her get too close and she had such control over her muscles she managed to grant herself a small reprieve from his torturing intentions. But being as heady and relaxed as she was he had managed to sweep her away and shackle her before she had any clear idea what he was doing. And now she would suffer far worse intentions from him, she was at his mercy right now.

  The first touch of his tongue would have sent her through the roof of the cabana had she not been tied down. She was too sensitive for such touches. Even the hum in his voice and the whispering soft heated breath on her thigh had her shivering. But when his tongue licked long and deep along her folds—oh god, oh god, oh god—her body melted and fired. She twisted and jerked against his arms to no gains, the touch of his entrance so heightened of a sensation she couldn’t stay still for it had she tried. She was going to die and she could do nothing to stop it.

  And she screamed when she felt his hard tongue dive deep inside her, lapping at her insides then out to rim over her mounds then back again. Her legs jumped looking for ground to push against, but his strong hands clasped her and held her open and pinned her down, as his tongue probed deeper with a hungry frenzy.

  Oh my god and stars and goddesses and tears—and all the other silly stupid words she couldn’t seem to comprehend well enough to explain or describe what was happening to her. It was vibratory euphoria but it was too much—she couldn’t discern the pleasure from the tickling torture; she writhed against his powerful hands and the shackles that held her firmly in place. She cried out as his tongue began to fuck her. In and out, it speared into her eating every morsel of her soul between her legs and just when she thought she could take it no more, that she was on the edge of insanity, his lips moved to her hooded pearl and he sucked it into his mouth toying with it with greedy demand, till she let out a high pitch cry till she was breathless. He released her only to turn back to the cleft of her pudendum and sipped at her again, alternating between hard plunges of his tongue and soft lapping licks.

  He pulled one sensitized petal into his lips and nibbled at it catching her jewelry there and gave it a slight tug with his teeth, his tongue tracing trails around her rim, lovingly around to do the same to the other petal. Never a pause where she could catch her breath until he moved to her tender thigh and planted his teeth there and sucked at the flesh, licking as he sucked the blood to the surface leaving a mark to show he’d claimed that part of her. It too felt so exquisite, but gave her some parlay to redeem her lungs, knowing he was not likely finished with her. Her theca ached more now than when he started, such mind blowing sensations, it caused madness just to endure. She couldn’t fathom how any woman could sit still for this.

  “Damn you taste so good baby… like a picnic in the summer rain.” His rough voice breathed over her warming her flesh before plunging inside her again.

  “Trenton—” she wailed his name as he spread her thighs farther and kissed the swollen, flushed lips of her pussy. Then he licked her again. Inside and out, as the rising tide of lust began to build and churn inside her again. “Please—” Pleading now.

  She was consumed, drowning in pleasure as Trenton’s lips wrapped around her little bundle of nerves and pulled it into the heat of his mouth. She was near tears and wasn’t beyond pleading to be released. Her head spinning, like riding a wave in a storm, her hips jerked to be free of his greedy sipping that lacerated at her will, only to reach for him when he pulled away.

  Trenton slipped a finger inside her, she was so near. He had not forgotten how she said she’d never allowed a man down on her and by the way she squirmed and cried, he was beginning to believe she was an oral virgin. He liked that, that there was some part of her no man had ever had before, but he wasn’t going to let her free till she had cum for him again and then he had every intension of eating that prize up as well. He pumped her with his finger while he sucked on her clit more, rolling the swollen pearl between his teeth and tugged on it before adding another finger to the inner assault. Pumping her hard, enjoying how her muscles tightened around them, clamping to hold them deep inside her. Damn she was going to feel so good when he got his cock inside her—so hot and tight. She was the perfect prize, the perfect pleasure.

  “Come for me now Katianna. I wa
nt to see you come on my fingers.” It wasn’t a request it was a demand, his voice strong like he’d been ruling over women for centuries. His fingers thrusting hard and deep till his knuckles crushed against her clit and his finger tips found the red pillow of nerves hidden deep inside her. He danced the tips of his fingers over the chrysalis and it was everything that could destroy her and she screamed out his name, her body wrecked by his merciless attention.

  “Oh god Trenton!” Her back arched, her thighs bowed up, but he kept her down with one hand while the other still danced deep inside her, stealing the climax from her body. White, throbbing electricity surged through her body, racked against her nerves. Forcing every muscle in her body to strain against themselves. Her entire body quacked in violent release as the wave of pure destructible pleasure washed over her like a tsunami. When the ripple effect had finally released her she was reduced to tears, every ounce of energy in her body consumed. She felt as weak as a kitten. She doubted she could even walk away from this if she tried. But if she thought he was done with her she had been wrong. She was destroyed, but he had just gotten started. His tongue tenderly licking up the fresh cream she had just spilled in the pitching tidal wave he’d exalted from her.

  She was shivering; her hips twitching at even the feathery touches of his lips as he sipped up his prize. “No please don’t—I can’t take more of it.”

  He paused only long enough to bath her swollen lips with a stream of warn air, his eyes gleaming like a predator about to move in for the kill. He wasn’t about to stop and the sweet taste of her body go to waste and he loved how weakened he’d made her. He could take her now; demand her total surrender in exchange for his cock inside her, with hardly a whimper from her lips he could take her with the demand. Sink his cock deep inside her beautiful theca, so ripe and ready for him. But that would be breaking one of his rules and he’d already broken one of hers. He dove in her, lapping up the last drop of her nectar, before turning on her thigh where he left yet another mark to ensure there was no mistaking his claim on her. She was his.

  He came to his knees, released her arms from the shackles and pulled her from the bench over his lap. So spent and weakened she couldn’t even hold her head up. Tears streamed down her cheeks and he kissed them, enjoying the faint salty flavor.

  “Come my little mouse—as promised I will tend to your pampered needs.” He draped her limp arms over his shoulder; her head followed falling in place and nestled against his neck. He lifted her, holding her legs around his waist and carried her to the guest house where she stayed.

  Trenton had returned to the party while Katianna slept. He floated through the crowd of guests, waved off a few of the women eager to flirt with him, but even the Subs present did not give him the same pleasure he had just experienced with Katianna. Finding Dane and Diesel in one of the back patio rooms closed off for themselves, he retreated to the seclusion his brothers were taking advantage of, his mind filled with the woman he wanted as he stretched out next to Diesel watching the sultry young blonde Dane commanded, attempt to suck his brother’s massive cock. And Trenton found himself dreaming of his own little vixen sitting at his feet, nibbling on his thigh as she had done that first night he was tempted by her.

  In his absence Dane had managed to steel Paris away from Diesel to get another shot at that blow job. Stretched out nearly spread eagle on the terrace sofa while Paris eagerly sucked on him to win up the prize that had been stolen from him before. Diesel stroked himself lazily in unison to the girl’s attempts to take as much of him as she could, while Dane teased Paris with a verbal description of it as it took place behind him where he could not see and any attempt Paris made to turn and look was met with a threat to turn him over to a demonstration of Trenton’s caning skills.

  Trenton stroked at the bard cock hidden under his jeans just thinking about his little mouse. Some Doms he knew might consider him as damaged goods now, mastering over that which was already submissive held no lure for some, no challenge. But he’d never liked willful women before. He preferred total submission. There was no tolerance for defiance and Katianna was the perfect natural submissive. There was little need for commands with her; she simple allowed him total control over her. Now all he needed was her to give over her life and become his forever. That he found so much pleasure in her now, he desired no one else. Just the anticipation of what was to come later would make him cum just thinking about it.

  All he could think about now was winning her submission. Damn how she challenge him. She let him lavish her with his kiss, his touch only to hesitate when he asked her to surrender her to him. He could abandon her to her hunger over and over again and she would still not give in. He was annihilating himself with it more than he was her.

  He stared down at the eyes hidden behind lavender contacts that dared to look up at him, while she sucked Diesel’s cock. Her cheeks hollowed around the thick shaft drawing on his stiff flesh as her head bobbed up and down, but no tongue action. She wasn’t seasoned, wasn’t trained to perform multiple titillating things to win a prize. And the odd arrangement that Diesel turned Paris over to Dane opting for the girl himself didn’t make a lick of sense. But that she had dared to look up at him. Even Diesel didn’t allow it but Diesel was watching Paris not the female mouth attached to his own cock. Trenton leaned forward digging his fingers into the girl’s hair and pulled her away from his brother’s cock and still her eyes were open looking at him.

  “Divert your eyes now Sub!”

  Instantly her lashes fluttered closed, she would have wilted under him had he not held her so tightly in his grip? She certainly would not escape his punishment.

  Dane heard the hard command and forced his intent focus from his own cock being lavished in the hot service of Paris mouth, to shift to what had Trenton barking. “Has she displeased you, brother? Even before I‘ve commanded her to suck you next?”

  “You’ve grown soft Dane—letting a slave look up and she hasn’t even been properly trained how to suck a master’s cock like a real Sub should. At least I gave you a slave that brings you pleasure.”

  Dane’s attention went back to the man still sucking on him. Oh yeah Paris definitely knew how to give pleasure. His mouth was an exquisite treat. Dane gasped, taking in a few deep breathes to gather his senses in order to speak again “Perhaps you’d take pleasure in punishing her then.” Dane wasn’t at all threatened by his brother’s critiquing. Trenton far exceeded him in BD and he knew it, but Trenton’s eagerness to properly train and punish the club’s harem of subs had lessoned ever since he started having time with his future unicorn. Ever since that wheel cog started turning any interest Trenton might have had in any of his subs was pretty much white washed. Dane didn’t complain though, the man sure as hell waited long enough to see his lifelong dream come to manifest.

  Trenton studied his brother, Dane should have known better then to try to patronize him with one so untrained as his Sub Lacy. “I think I will enjoy watching you administer the punishment.”

  Dane blinked with surprise, but his surprised stare faltered as Paris had him near orgasm.

  Trenton stepped up behind Paris took his hair and pulled him from Dane’s cock, “Stop Paris.” He went so far as to cup Paris’ mouth with his hand, then leaned over them both Paris’ face pressed against Danes cock, but unable to finished the succulent deed. “You’ll deliver the whipping or Paris here won’t be allowed to bring your release.”

  Dane sank into the sofa with a disgruntled sigh, “Fuck not again—” he let out a hard huffing breath, “I’m so fucking close.”

  “Then you’ll agree?”

  “Me?” Dane didn’t have Trenton’s touch for whippings, he didn’t have the finesse it took, but loved watching his brother deal out the punishments. He’d get so hard he’d been known to approach the subject to request being sucked off by the slave Trenton was punishing and would have enjoyed doing so tonight, while he beat his new little platinum blonde.

  “Yes, and
I’m thinking a cane will suit your audience well.” His hips rocked forward pushing Paris deeper into Dane’s lap and released his mouth. Paris made quick with the freedom and licked Dane’s aching hard shaft from end to tip with his flattened tongue. The wet sensation was all it took and Dane quickly nodded in surrender to Trenton.

  But Trenton wasn’t done with Dane yet. His fingers raked into Paris’ hair and he steered him over Dane’s cock, “Pull him in, Paris.”

  Paris did as he was told. He was already a power slut, but to have Dane in his mouth while Trenton called the shots standing over him was a new stimulation for him and it drove his libido through the roof. Paris sucked on the cock working it back up till it was near throbbing in his mouth.

  “Rub your hands all over him Paris.” Trenton gave further orders, “And open up ‘cause I’m gonna fuck him using your mouth.” Trenton growled in a deep rough tone that sent Paris’ lust up another notch and as if that wasn’t enough he could hear Diesel somewhere behind him, hear his breath deepening. Certain he could her him whisper encouragement. Paris reached up, one hand stroking over Dane’s chest while he slipped the other under his ass, squeezing the tight muscles and lifting him up closer.

  Trenton’s grip tightened in his hair. Paris could feel the bite in his scalp and pushed his head down hard till Dane sank down into his throat. Paris opened, taking him in then let his throat muscles relax when Trenton pulled him away for a moment then forcing him back down. The Dominus controlling the movements of his head, controlling what he did to the Head Master’s cock. His own hands still roamed over the Dane’s body, adding to the stimulation. He heard the moans first, than felt the jerking of the hard flesh in his mouth. Trenton released him, so he could back off enough to swallow, taking down Dane’s semen as the hot frothy fluids shot down his throat.