Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  “Damn baby, I’m gonna cum.” He growled tossing his head back. The muscles in his hips and legs bunched and he thrust forwards, while his hands tightened, locking her against his body. His head falling over the edge of the sofa and he groaned as the rippling wave of his semen spilled out of his cock into her mouth. His hips twitching each time he felt the muscles in her throat rolling over him as she swallowed every bit of him down.

  He laid still for a long moment all strength draining from him. Damn it felt that good to be with her. Her breathe still ragged and heavy, vibrated against his thighs. His hands slipped under her arms and pulled her up to rest on his chest, then pulling her further up so he could kiss her.

  “No—” her head glanced away, “I have to rinse first.” Her hand went up to shield her mouth.

  Trenton brushed her hand away, “What? You think I’m afraid of the taste of my own body?” His hand moved to her head applying force as he brought her to his lips and kissed her to show he held nothing, but want for her and he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow some strange notion that he should shy away from his own taste get in the way of that.

  Trenton didn’t stop till she was breathless from his kiss. Relenting only when she was gasping for air. He smiled at her, his tongue darting out to lick at her swollen lips, “Don’t you ever tell me no again.” He shifted some on the sofa so he could position her to rest across his chest comfortably as he lay back on the pillows and his hand caressed at her back massaging it in reward for the pleasure she had given him.

  Katianna was catching on with that. How he never ceased to reward her for things she did that pleased him. Even for things she wouldn’t think worthy of a reward—at least not as she had ever thought of them. Like lying on his chest as she did now while he rested. For Trenton this was his favorite position for cuddling and the longer she remained still, the greater the pleasure he got from it. They’d even napped this way last Sunday for two hours before he cooked dinner and then hand fed it to her. Finishing the night brushing her hair while he watched the evening news. She’d never felt so pampered in all her life.

  “You're not working at all this weekend?” She mumbled from her half sleepy position over his chest.

  “Nope. I needed the break. We start setting up at the hotel tomorrow and it’ll be none stop till after the auction.”

  “Then shouldn’t you be resting?”

  “I am resting. Right here with you in my arms. Nothing relaxes more than being with you.”

  Felling rather content in his arms with that she pressed her cheek on his chest and rested in his arms, while his fingers lightly stroked over her back occasionally dropping to tickle her ribs.

  “Why don’t you come up to the hotel tomorrow for lunch? I can send a car for you?”

  Her head rolled up onto her chin looking up at him. “I thought you said you would be busy setting up for your event?”

  Trenton shifted again grabbing another pillow and stuffed it under his head looking down his chest at her. “I am, but I still get to stop for lunch. Or I could just swing by and pick you up myself in the morning and you can just spend the day with me.”

  “I can help?”

  Trenton popped his brows up a second, not having really thought of it that way. “I don’t know. I’m sure I can find something if you really wanted to? You don’t have to—I’m perfectly fine just having you with me so I can look at you.”

  “Yeah but if I get to help maybe it will help me get comfortable with it.”

  “But that means you have to get up in the morning, no sleeping in late like you always do.”

  “That’s an unfair perception of me; after all I stay up to all hours of the night working.” She pressed her chin into his chest to cajole him.

  “Not tonight then, I’ll pick you up in the morning. Make me late and you’ll get a spanking to wake you up.”

  “So certain are you that I should be spanked whenever you feel like it?” She pushed up on her forearms now, it was almost a defiant move on her part, but she idled it down dropping her chin to her arms folded over his chest.

  “No. Only when you’ve earned it. Then again there are also those spankings that are given for pure pleasure.”

  “But why do you get to make that decision?”

  “Because I own you remember? You belong to me.”

  Her brow dropped into a tumultuous expression. “That seems rather unfair. To say you already own me before you’ve finished the courtship.”

  “Perhaps some.”

  “Then does that mean you’ll stop holding out on me?” Her face brightened, and he had to bite back the urge to laugh at her. But then he was also biting back a hungry urge that swam over his eyes, fluttering them closed as she pressed her belly against his cock that was all too eager and willing to get back up for some more of her attention.

  His hands went to her hips, holding her still and his gaze tightened “When you stop holding out on me.” His gaze turning smug.

  Her expression dropped once again, returning to the pout she was famous for.

  “But we do need to talk about next weekend. I need to prepare you for this. It’s not going to be easy for you. There will be a number of Slaves there with their masters. On top of the slaves that will be placed up for the auction and some of them are going to start crying. It’s very emotional for them. But you are not one of them, so I have to handle it a certain way and I need to explain that to you so you understand. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Never at anytime will I introduce you to any of the guests there. Do not take it personal, it’s for your own benefit. By not allowing them to acknowledge your presence with me, they are refused any availability to speak to you. They’ll understand you are private property and that I don’t share you.” He reached out stroking her arms with a soft caress. He could see the tension building. He could only explain what to expect and let her know she would be well sheltered, but that was only half of what she would experience over the next few days. “I realize this is bad timing in the way of our courtship, but for appearances sake at the event I will own you. You will not be my Sub, but my property. I know you like to look around, but do so sparingly and don’t do it all if I am talking with someone other than my brothers.”

  She nodded again. She knew he was trying to help her prepare for it, give her some reassurance that she would be fine, but the more he talked the more nervous she became.

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

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  THE ELYCIAN FIELDS BANQUET: 4TH BI-ANNUAL AUCTION GATHERING

  By the time Friday evening came into play Trenton had every single detail planned out, down to what Katianna and Paris would be wearing. Trenton had the hotel suite reserved for the two of them as well as the adjacent suite for Diesel and Paris. After an early afternoon nap they headed down for the banquet dinner arranged for his guests.

  Trenton had Katianna in a slinky navy dress. It was simple, soft and elegant with a V neck, spaghetti straps and a long mermaid skirt that clung to her petit curves. Over her dress she wore a black with cream brocade waist corset that tucked under her breast beautifully to give a little push.

  Paris wore a floor length, gothic fashioned, masculine skirt with a black fishnet button-up, long sleeves shirt, accented by broad straps that ran vertical on each side of his chest and back. Three stylish leather belts tangled into each other hung low around his hips.

  Trenton and Diesel dressed similarly both in slacks, hybrid designs between bondage pants and tuxedo slacks. Diesel wore his typical sleeveless tunic style shirt, while the best was saved for Trenton. His tanned torso was completely bare under the black webbed straps that made up a stylish harness. One strap wrapped around his neck and fell down the center of his chest, while another hung to either side of his shoulders cascading down his chest and back, secured perfectly snug against his tan flesh by a wide strap that circled his torso just under his peck muscles and a
nother just below his ribs with the ends dangling loosely at his sides.

  As if that wasn’t enough to get Katianna’s mouth watering, a strong inhale of his cologne did. The spicy alpha undertones of red basil and absinthe clearly identified the Davidoff Hot Water brand. It was all she could do not to start licking him up and down along each strap and she certainly enjoyed wrapping her fingers around them and clinging to him.

  Dinner, thanks to Paris’ involvement to help take some of the work load from Trenton, was a meal of such decadence it should have been banned as the forbidden supper. For their appetizer they had escargots in hazelnut butter with wild mushrooms, followed by steamed lobster with coriander broth, zucchini blossoms with black truffle sauce. Paris definitely knew how to plan such a meal, with a main course such as this dessert was light and creamy, but in no way deniable. An incredibly light Floating Island and fruit tarts smothered in sweet ripe raspberries and blackberries. All prepared by the five star chefs from New York’s French restaurant La Perigord.

  They lingered at the dinner table content and well stuffed from the rich food, it was a comfort to not have to move at all. Katianna remained in Trenton’s lap, but he shifted her so her shoulder pressed against his chest and he began to whisper to her. His breath a feathery touch on her cheek as he began to describe what he was about to do to her in front of everyone in the room.

  “I want you to cum for me, but as we do this I don’t want you to move or make a sound.” The words spoken so softly she doubted even Diesel could make them out, who was sitting next to them.

  Trenton’s hand guided her legs to part and pulled her skirt up just enough for him to slip his hand inside.

  Katianna kept her head slightly bowed, but her eyes roamed the room, where so many of his guests still lingered just as they did, enjoying their after meal cocktails and quiet socializing. Those who did leave only did so to visit the cigar lounge set up in an event tent just outside the ballroom. She felt the first tense wave of apprehension and in the near same instant it melted away as the warmth of his breath continued to talk to her. Whispering his desires, his sweet dominance to her… assuring her she would forever be in his arms. She chewed at her lip waiting for his first touch and as his hand slipped under her skirt; she felt her pussy awakened.

  Trenton's hand slipped under the long skirt, his warm fingers sliding up her thigh reaching the moist lips already anticipating his touch and eager to surrender and he hummed his approval finding the droplets of dew gathered along her folds.

  He drew the honey up dragging his finger along the cleft till he reached her hooded treasure and distributed it there.

  Katianna tried to remain still as he commanded, but the feathery touch over her labia all the way to her clitoris was like following a trick line that involuntarily made her suck in a breath with a jerk.

  “Not a sound and no one will even know what we’re doing, at least not until you start to cum for me and by then you won't care what they know.”

  Katianna closed her eyes and felt the first shudder as he fingers slipped past her sensitized lips stroking soft and slow at the rim of her theca, then pushed in with demanding delivering. Her lips quivered and her fingers clenched around the black straps of his regalia, but she kept still otherwise.

  “That’s it just feel for me. Nothing else, but feeling.”

  His fingers stroked her insides, rolling from one side to the next seeking out and touching every nerve ending she harbored there. Calling them to wake up at his command. She felt drunk though he’d only given her one glass of wine. But the drink, the food, the way he smelled—she took in a long deep breath of him, she loved how he smelled. But it was the warmth that came from his body that held her and the liquid voice that captured her, making her mind swarm, while her pudendum danced silently over his fingers.

  “So sweet—I love how your pussy feels. The way it hugs my fingers, grips them the same way your fingers grip my shirts.”

  Deep strokes now and yet she could barely make out the movement in his arm or shoulder, there was some but minute. His face never moving away from her cheek as he continued to whisper the hot explicit words to her. The world drifting away, becoming some distant place. Sheltered and surrounded by this man, even the added knowledge that Diesel, Trenton’s right hand man stood guard behind her. When she should have felt vulnerably exposed, she instead felt completely protected and lavishly adored. It was the perfect tonic cure for her life and at that very moment she could only surrender to it. Her head dropped against his face as her only means to keep from completely falling backwards in his arm breaking the invisible hold he kept her caged in and she felt his lips press against her.

  “That’s it—surrender.”

  He kissed her cheek once more, his head holding hers in place. His fingers moved deeper stroking her walls. Pulling out then pushing back in, his thumb pressed down on her clit delivering a fierce touch and her thighs clutched around his hand like a needy reflex before letting go.

  “I can't wait to sink inside you. Feel your hot theca hugging my cock when I claim you. You want me to claim you don’t you. Feel every inch of my hard shaft deep inside you driving in till you scream my name.” His finger tips pinched down on her clit and held it tight cutting off it blood flow. When he released her, all that would coming flooding back in a rush and send her flying over the top.

  A minute whimper broke from her lips.

  “Shhh not a word—not even a sound. Stay still. This is how you submit to me.” He shifted his hand position against her wet mound so he could rim the sweet droplets around her entrance while still keeping her engorged clit clamped in his finger tips. “Their watching now, waiting to see you enter your zone. Waiting to see me deliver you there.” His thumb rubbed against her clit annihilating it under firm pressure the second he released it from his fingers. He felt her deep breath, heard the silent whimper clutched at the back of her throat. Again her thighs convulsed in a wave sent out by the muscles in her pussy, she was ready, waiting his command to tell her what to do next. “No sound now—cum for me, my little mouse, surrender it to me.”

  Her lips parted in a hard silent gasp, sucking air into her lungs choking for it.

  Trenton fingers thrust past her folds, pumping deep inside her hard, demanding the contact of her chrysalis and his thumb gauged against her clit. Her thighs clamped around his hand, fingers curled around the straps of his top, digging her nails into her palms and she shuddered. Her head lowering as she trembled in tight light fits like a stiff seizure. “That’s it cum over my hand Kat.”

  The external signs of her rapture with subtle, but inside she was a fiery explosion of super nova energy. Lava stones and sparks crisping her insides with violent tingling static. How she kept from just shaking like a sign post in a hurricane was incomprehensible—kept her cries silently contained—Trenton command her body like the moon controlling the ebb and flow of the tides and when he told her to cum she did.

  The final wave swept through, annihilating her senses, her mind and she fell back. No strength to hold herself up her head rocked back past the strong arm that held her up and she stared up at the ceiling. Feeling the last shutters jerking at her muscles. And then she felt his teeth, the pressure was intense or so it seemed as she didn’t even have the energy to jerk away from it. There was no pain just the knowing he was there biting his claim on her.

  Diesel had watched the entire time, her scent filling his head and went straight to his loins. When her head fell back weakened by the last convulsions of her orgasm it was beautiful. Pale blue eyes stared up in space while Trenton bit down on her shoulder. He knew what Trenton was doing, several Masters and Doms had been watching anticipating the finale, but that he could bite so intensely and that she didn’t flinch in the least was all for show to them. Trenton had mastered her submission so well he could draw blood and still she would remain fully surrendered in her zone, that even his bite would not rouse her from it. It was phenomenal.

  A gent
leman sitting across the room stood, pulling his wallet as he crossed the room towards them pulled out a single dollar bill folded it length wise and dropped on the table in from Trenton.

  “Dominus.” He nodded his head in a gestured bow of respect and walked away.

  A moment later another gentleman did the same. Then another. The test was to see how many would pay homage to the act.

  “What are they doing?” Paris asked keeping his voice to a whisper.

  “Showing their respect and admiration to Trenton’s ability to conduct his slave so beautifully. Their impressed by it, the dollar is just a simple token to say so.”

  “So this was all for them and not her? He used her publicly for show?”

  “She enjoyed it, but it was a necessary act.” Diesel carefully explained to Paris. “He likes touching her and he does love her, but as we’ve talked before some Masters think that is wrong. They think love gets in the way of dominate control. Dominus cannot have his authority questioned in this type of atmosphere, not when he is responsible for the lives of so many slaves. So by doing this he has shown his supremacy to control his own slave. Now he is free to lavish her with his attention all he wants this weekend, without being put into question.”

  When the approach of others subsided one last man stepped up. “May I join you?” The tall, slightly older and elegantly dashing man asked warmly.

  Trenton’s gaze warmed at the sight of the man as if he were an old friend, “Please do Gospodar.” Trenton used the Serbian title for the man who was requesting audience with him.

  Pyotr Laszkovi was Trenton’s first contact into the BDSM community when he and his brothers settled in New York. At the time New York was just a bunch of chaotic clicks of groups, but Trenton wanted to summate its community, establish a core and some order. Pyotr helped him do just that. Like Trenton, Pyotr could control people with ease, only Pyotr was the compass who pointed north. A professor in psychology and counselor for people suffering with sexual trauma or just coming to terms with their sexuality, he was the ideal conductor to help Trenton in his goal.