Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  Diesel wrapped around the back of Paris’ head with an arm and held him as if their kiss could climb any deeper into each other. But he had other plans and this was going to really get him side tracked. He brought his arms up between them and pushed Paris back, breaking the heady kiss, “Enough.” But already Paris was leaning his weight back into him. And damned if his body wanted to see Paris to succeed. Diesel tapped Paris’ temple with the Desert Eagle, reminding him he still had a gun on him.

  Paris still pushed in, his hands on his back pulling with equal strength, “I’m not afraid of that anymore—kiss me. Kiss me again, Diesel.”

  “That’s too bad ‘cause that means I have to step up the threat.” And just then Paris won some ground with a sudden surge, his mouth coming over him again, his wicked tongue lapping at the roof of Diesel’s mouth and licking across the pillow softness of his own tongue. Diesel pinched one of Paris’ nipples with a hard twist and his foot hooked a leg and sent Paris to the floor, but Paris’ grip didn’t release its hold and the two men went down together.

  Diesel tried to catch himself, but Paris’ strong arms were firmly locked on and he came down on top of him.

  “Damn it Diesel I need you again.” Paris cursed trying to keep his grip on Diesel’s body, before he could get back up.

  Diesel managed to shift, breaking from the arm lock and pushed up till he was straddled over the over grown brat. Paris’ hands were quickly clenching around his hips and bucked up against him. “I could fuck you now, will that please you?”

  Diesel reached back grabbing Paris by his cock and gave it a twist in his grip. A painful groan escaped Paris and he let go of Diesel instantly, his hands slapping back to the floor around his head, surrendering.

  “You’re trying my patients Paris. It’s fun, but there’s only so much insubordination I will take.” His fingers tightened further till Paris winced from it, “Now we’re going to get up and you’re going to go back to your bed.”

  Paris tensed, “Why?”

  “Because I’m not finished with you.” His body weight shifted and suddenly he lurched up and was up on the balls of his boots, his weight balanced, bouncing there, “And you’re not done with Marcena.”

  “No. I’m not doing that again.”

  “Yes you are.” Diesel stood pulling Paris up with him, “Now get up.”

  Panic bubbled up in Paris all over again. Just when he had discovered exquisite bliss he was being forced back into the dark pit that ripped at him with a threat to make him do things he didn’t want to do.

  Paris moved to his feet slow, too sluggish and suddenly he felt the hot sting on his ass from Diesel’s hand and he let out a hot breath. “Owe.” Paris mouthed the expression, but weary eyes glanced at the door that would lead him back to his room to the bed where Marcena waited. Okay you can do this. You just have to move to the bed, doesn’t mean anything. Just get to the bed. His thoughts rattled on, but everything tensed and shattered in him when he stepped from the bathroom and his eyes immediately zeroed in on the female frame sleeping on his bed.

  Fuck—fuck—fuck he didn’t want to do this again.

  Diesel ignored the little panic attacks and smacked Paris on the ass again to get him moving then went to the chair next to the door and sat down in it, letting his legs stretch out in front of him. He snatched up the gun clip from the small round table next to him and held it up so Paris could see what he was doing. Slow and methodically, Diesel’s thumb pushed out one single bullet round and it dropped to the table with a clink. He traded the clip for the bullet, forced the hammer bar back on the nine mil and dropped the single round into place. Then with a slow controlled movement, Diesel slid the hammer forward, letting the last amount of track snap into place with a threatening click.

  Paris was watching alright and still his feet slowed as he drew closer to the bed. His eyes darting back and forth between the gun that was now loaded and the girl he didn’t want to touch.

  Diesel scratched his temple with the gun barrel watching him. The man needed to get over his reluctance of women. He didn’t have to convert, but he didn’t need to be afraid of the pleasure either. If it was actually fear of the girl itself, he was beginning to think that perhaps Paris was more afraid he would enjoy it and perhaps that would interfere with the intimacy that he’d felt with men. Somewhere a man had loved him too deeply, too well.

  Paris reached the foot of the bed and that’s where he stopped, his eyes still flickering to the girl, silently hoping she would never wake up. If she didn’t wake up he wouldn’t have to do anything.

  Diesel raised the gun and aimed it at him with a reckless grip, “Now wake her up.” And he grinned when Paris flinched. Paris was reaching for her to shake her when Diesel stopped him, “Hey—” waving the gun like you would a finger when you’re about to do something wrong, “With your tongue.”

  “You won’t shoot.” Paris protested.

  “Shall I fire off a warning shot just to show you how easy it is to pull a trigger?’

  “No. I just don’t want to do this.”

  “What you want is irrelevant. We’re not here to do what you want to do. You’re here to do what I want you to do and right now I want you to wake her up using your tongue.”

  Diesel’s hand went around his regained erection and began stroking it with a lazy movement of his hand.

  Paris licked his lips watching Diesel stroke the hard flesh that was the focal point of his own desires. His ass ached to have him again, “Will you move around so I can watch you?”

  “I will soon enough. No more talk—do.”

  Paris turned his attention to the girl stretched out on the bed. He pulled a knee up on the bed and bent over her legs, his hands stroking at her skin, soft and silky. Her legs were so long with just the hint of muscle in them like a dancer’s. His fingers moved further up smoothing over the softer skin of her inner thigh and he rolled her leg to open for him and he lowered to lick at her thighs. One then the other. She stirred, moaning as his rousing touch worked its way into her dreams. He drew closer taking in her scent light and gentle.

  She was completely smooth, no doubt Trenton kept her waxed. He parted the delicate lips of her entrance with a thumb, blew on it and watched the quiver. He contemplated what he was doing, what he needed to do. It was strange being this close. He felt out of place and not entirely sure what to do with the body parts in front of him. The closest he had ever been to being in bed with a woman was his best friend from high school. But there was always another guy sandwiched in between them.

  His finger rimmed around the pink entrance and Marcena started shifting against his touch. Paris knew what he had to do and now amount of thinking it through would change the oddity of it, so he closed his eyes shut his brain off and without further teasing he slipped his finger in her and brought his mouth over the hooded nerves.

  Marcena woke that fast with a frightful cry. Her legs closing over him and Paris quickly shoved them aside. He pumped his fingers deep inside adding a second finger and sucked hard on her clit then licked at her labia and pulled them into his mouth to torture them before diving his tongue inside her wet pussy to join his fingers. The taste was so foreign he pulled away and found Diesel standing next to him, completely naked now. Naked and beautiful. Paris felt the man’s hand on his back stroking him then on the back of his neck and pushed him deeper down on her.

  “That’s it draw her taste on your tongue.” His fingers fisting in Paris’ hair pushing him to seek deeper for her, then just as roughly pulled him up and found Diesel’s mouth kissing him taking Marcena’s flavor from him. Long lingering strokes of his tongue then pulled away tightening his grip in his hair to be sure Paris didn’t force his way on him.

  “Mmmm.” Diesel hummed licking his lips, “She tastes like honey.” He stepped further up the bed, “Come here sweet thing.” He placed a knee on the bed as Marcena moved. He guided her mouth to his cock, “Try to take me baby. Show me what you’ve learned since you’v
e been here.”

  Marcena brought her lips over Diesel’s cock while Paris knelt on the bed and watched with envy. She licked over the red colored crest and sucked, flickering her tongue over him with a rocking of her head. His size stretching her mouth, making her cheeks tight as she attempted to find more of him, “Tell me Marcena—are you ready to take both of us inside you?” He smoothed her hair from her face, watching her desperate attempted to please him and she moaned her response to him.

  Diesel reached behind him and piled the pillows up against the head board of the bed then lowered down, while pulling Marcena up to straddle over his groin. “Come here Paris.” Diesel’s lust turned his whisper rough. But Paris shook his head as much as he wanted to lay with Diesel, he wanted no part of the girl.

  “Don’t be so certain you know what I want you to do. Now come here.” Diesel commanded him a little firmer now, but the gun was gone and no longer threatening him to comply. Paris scooted up on the bed till his knees where tucking under Diesel’s thighs. Diesel held Marcena up while he reached for Paris’s hard erection and pulled him to gentle rub against his own cock his hand embraced them together and instantly Paris was grinding against the Patronus. He let his eyes close and his breath deepened; swimming in more of the sensations he wanted to have with this man. The woman was suddenly irrelevant.

  Diesel guided Marcena down, his hand release Paris only long enough to guide his own cock inside her wet theca. Marcena let out a whimpering moan as the large shaft stretched her in a succulent way.

  Paris didn’t need further instruction. He knew what Diesel wanted from him. He wanted to enjoy both of them while at the same time Diesel was not forcible making him have sex with someone he didn’t want to be with. Paris rocked his hips forward sliding in between both bodies, the silk from Marcena’s cunt spilled over Diesel’s cock and onto Paris’ adding a slathering wetness to the grind between them. The hard base of Diesel’s cock became his target and he switched to slide against him from one side to the next. A sensory overload he had never before felt and could barely grasp enough to describe, but it was good. Paris pressed his forehead against the back of Marcena’s hair rubbing against her as Diesel guided her against the force of his upward thrusts, his other hand caressing against Paris’ cock with each grinding penetration between the two.

  The three of them lost in each other’s moans and heavy breaths, rocking into each other a swirling pool of pleasure. A pool that threatened to see them to their release soon.

  “Dammit I’m so close.” Paris pulled his cock from between Diesel and Marcena’s sex slick bodies and was fighting to get Diesel repositioned, lifting his leg up and pushed Marcena till she was completely bent over. “I gotta get inside you.” Paris growled.

  Diesel felt the penetration, slow and easy, the endless movement of the woman on his shaft refused his body any allowance for pain. Rather the new sensation of stretching added flare to the overall lust he was feeding like adding cayenne pepper to chocolate. Damn Paris was rocking his world. Diesel had never let a guy take him, but he was so high on sex just now he didn’t dare stop it He felt Paris’ long cock pushing up deep inside him with a new sensation of pain and pleasure, thrusting against Marcena as his own hips lifted up filling her, feeling her theca straining over him. Her sweet voice crying with delirium.

  “Oh fuck. This is incredible.” Diesel moaned.

  Paris pushed in deep and was instantly picking up a steady rhythm of long deep penetrating strokes.

  The room filled with the melody of all three of them moaning with new fevered pleasure. And the scent of their sex surrounded them, perfuming the room in addition to the heated sweat they shared as they rocked and grinded into one another. Paris’ pace quickened while Diesel kept to a slow deep penetrations inside Marcena. But the two men were locked into each other’s gaze, watching the lust running rampant inside each other, for each other. Damn Paris was still the sexiest man he’d ever come across only now that wild hunger that burned in his eyes was roasting him while he took him in his own ass. Letting him ride him. The thick shaft stroking inside his walls and over his prostate delivering something all new and when Paris let out a guttural cry he felt the shot of fluids in his ass. Wow that was amazing and then his own release took over, his hips bucked violent inside the girl while Paris stayed inside, “Oh fuck yeah! Fuck!” Diesel growled as his whole body shook, his cock throbbing with his release. Everything spilled from him, draining him and in minutes he knew he would be sinking into bliss and sexually sated dreams. He wasn’t even going to have the energy to get up and wash his two slaves. Oh hell he’ll do that later.

  Marcena let out a cry of her own then collapsed over his chest and he stoked her back twirling her hair in his fingers and felt Paris coil up around his side nearly pushing the girl over.

  “Send her away.” Paris mumbled not withholding that he wanted Diesel all to himself at this point.

  “Shhh, you stay quiet there.” Diesel whispered sliding his arm under Paris’ head and wrapping around him to keep him snuggled close against his body, drifting in sleep already. “I fucked you both so I will snuggle and sleep with you both.” But only Paris received a kiss to his temple as the three of them, wrapped in each other’s arms, fall in deep sleep.

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  Diesel woke to the inner awareness going off in his head that someone else was in the room with them. His eyes flew open to find Marcus standing over him. Diesel stirred then seeing both Paris and Marcena still wrapped around him he gave Marcus a pleasant grin. He drew in a deep breath and let it out with a gentle sigh then stretched and again looked up at his roommate.

  “Fam just called he and Chemène are on their way to pick the girls up.”

  Diesel nodded. That meant getting up and getting her bathed before his arrival. The only reason Marcena and Rachel were still with them was because Fambleush and his wife wanted to have a few days alone with their new slave. But her training was over and time for her to go back to whom she belonged to.

  All was good, he needed to get up and see to Trenton anyways, get his brother up and headed for Florida as promised. Once he had seen Trenton safely off to retrieve his unicorn, he had every intention of taking Paris to his room, to enjoy the remainder of the fallen angel’s final day and one last night before setting him free as well, with only a burning hope that what he set free would eventually come back.

  Watching Trenton go through his own emotional turmoil only made him dread all the more what he might feel if Paris didn’t return, yet it was not enough to stop him now. He had already tasted the wine in his bed and wanted more.

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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  Trenton stood at the door of the house boat, his heart beating in a strange erratic painful throb as the woman he wanted more than anything stood staring at him half surprise, half no so much.

  “How’d you find me?” She whispered not really caring how he did, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say at that moment. Her heart was lodged in her throat choking any other words from coming up.

  “The tracking chip in your phone.” His voice filled with the pain his heart drummed out in his chest. He stepped toward her; closing the space between them. Even as she stepped back into the boat he followed her till he reached out taking her arm gently to stay her retreat. “You owe me an explanation—” he told her, “but not this very moment. I just want to have you near me right now.” He pulled her into him and held her against his chest, his arms wrapping around her in a near crushing hold to hang on.

  She felt the tight tension in him. His arms were stiff, his chest hard and cold. Not the warmth she was use to feeling there. His heart was pounding like the drum heading in for war and she could make out the love sick soldier boy melody it beat out. He trembled when he held her like he was seconds from exploding or it was everything just to stop himself from crushing her in his arms. The pain she felt from him w
as unbearable and she was sobbing instantly, “I’m sorry—” she wept, her face muffled by his body. He said nothing.

  That evening they hardly said a word between the two of them, walking quietly along the sponge docks, Trenton never letting go of her hand as they browsed the shops.

  They sat and ate at Hellas Greek restaurant sharing flaming cheese, frikasse of lamb served with a side of lemon potatoes and artichokes soaked with oregano and olive oil. All finished off with dessert, rosewater cream poured over a bowl of mixed sweet berries. And true to Trenton’s nature and his intent of who she was intended to be in his life, not one bite of their meal did Katianna take that wasn’t been fed to her by his hands.

  It was painful—the silence between them, no more than to ask her opinion for what was good on the menu did they say anything else, but words would have hurt even more had they tried at the moment. He watched her—one hand always touching her whether it was to hold her hand or caress her shoulder, her face or her thigh. While his other hand fed them both from the same plate.

  Afterwards they sat along the sea wall and watched the sun set. Filling the sky with crimsons, purples and burned out oranges, before darkening into a velvety midnight blue lit up with the occasional flash of heat lightning out in the distance.

  “I’m exhausted. I could really use some sleep right now.” Trenton broke the silence and she could also hear the pain he was feeling, that it was the cause for wearing him down.

  Silently they walked back to the houseboat docked at the end of the street and curled up in each other’s arms in the bed where Trenton soon fell into a troubled sleep.

  Kat couldn’t sleep, her mind filled with pain and too many words, too many turbulent emotions and just more pain. She quietly slipped from his arms curling up on the floor next to the bed and watched him sleep. Her heart felt heavy, wanting to be with him and too scared to give in at the same time. What he asked of her was no simple request and yet she could easily fulfill his wishes, but it was that ease of complacency that scared her the most. To grow too comfortable and content in a world controlled by someone else—by him. That once let go, the drop was too far to survive under. She had barely survived being dumped by Garrett and she hadn’t even held any deep emotions for him.