by Talon P. S.
Now here back home back in the little tourist town where she grew up, another upheaval of emotions were rushing through her like the afternoon thunder storms common here. One minute blue sky—sunny and sweltering hot, then next a black rolling cloud of thunder and raging umbrage, on top of you like a stampede of wild angry horses equipped with water spouts and Dorothy’s spinning house.
Growing up here life had been pretty simple, not always blissful, but simple, because her mom viewed it as such and raised Katianna to share those views. There was never such a thing as asking why things were the way they were. Life had a simple design to it—it threw up all over the place and were you landed—well that’s where you had to kick it out. Destiny was about making it where you were, with what you’d been given. And you sure as hell didn’t ask for anything else.
But fate had it so many years ago, when she spotted the metallic purple bicycle with the banana seat. Her little girl heart couldn’t help but fall in love with it and begged her pappy for it. She’d never seen a bike with a banana seat and after he’d shared some fun childhood stories about having a similar bike when he was kid, she wanted it even more.
So her pappy told her to write a letter to Santa letting him know what she wanted with a warning not to tell mommy. She followed his instruction to a T wrote the letter and never said a word to mommy. It was nearing Christmas when her pappy left for his fishing run, her letter to Santa stuffed on his pocket with the promise to see it delivered. She was only five then, but when he never came back she lived with the guilt for a long time especially when Bart, the dock master had told her mother he had stayed out longer because he wanted to make sure he came in with a full quota so he could afford the bike little Kitty wanted for Christmas.
Of course Katianna knew better now than to think she was to blame for her pappy’s death just because she wanted a glittery bike for Christmas, but when you lose a family member you tend not to let go of those kinds of details either. And thus her mother’s rule of life—you never ask for anything, you get what you get and you do the best you can with what comes to you—fused its way on her brain and everyday life.
Katianna edged up on the bed, reaching out and brushed his hair from his face. He was dreaming, and he wasn’t too fond of the images lurking behind his eyes, she knew by the furrowing twitches across his brow—like sleeping with a headache.
She hated that she was the cause of all this and lyrics from a song she had been listening to over the past few days on one of the local rock stations came to mind, causing her heart to sink and mourn even deeper each time she heard it.
… I’m damaged goods— It’s only fair that I let you go—so if you still have feelings for me, swear it that you’ll never let me know —
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“So does that thing run?” Trenton pointed to the small center console boat tied to the back of the house boat she was renting.
“Yes.”
“Then what do you say we go spend the day out on the water.”
“Really?” She nearly choked as she chewed on the last bite of breakfast he gave her and to her surprise he allowed her to feed herself. The request came as a rather surprise since she figured the withdrawal of attentiveness was a sign of a conversation to come neither were going to enjoy. Her heart filled with warm excitement at the change of assumed plans. She’d been dreading the question he wanted to ask since he got up, but he made no approach of the subject, rather she woke up to a boat filled with the stomach teasing smell of eggs Benedict and bacon. Yum.
Kat packed a quick bag of Florida necessities, sunglasses, sun block, bottled water, towels and some chips. Turned out Trenton had already packed a picnic basket and she had no idea where that came from.
She noticed the amusement in his expression as he watched her call in over the VHF for a radio check.
“This is channel sixteen returning radio check read you loud and clear. Marine report includes winds north-northwest less than seven knots; light chop; chances of late afternoon thunder showers. Radio check over stay safe.”
The broad grin he wore almost erased the pain from his eyes for a moment and he allowed himself to turn playful with her. Being up in New York caught in the city he’d just never taken it into consideration she would know her way on the water even knowing her father had been a commercial fisherman. It just wasn’t there in front of him to see. But how cute she looked going over the boat for an equipment check, for safety gear and the radio check. Even Diesel would have been proud, he certainly was.
Trenton powered up the mid size outboard motor while Katianna released the spring lines and gave them a push, “Okay there’s only one captain on this boat and that’s me.” She brushed up against him with every intention of taking over the wheel.
“You?” His brow went up in surprise with her bold claim for the wheel. “I’ll have you know I was a Second Lieutenant—that trumps Captain in my ranking.” He teased her, biting his tongue waiting to see if she’d call him out on that one, but it went right over her head.
“Yeah well not on my boat.” Her priss deflated, but she looked prepared to pull out her pouting powers on him if he tried to overrule her.
Trenton leaned in to nuzzle her cheek with a laugh, “Actually Captain is pretty high up there right along with Colonels and Generals.” He planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Oh.” But then her face drew down in a scowl, “Did you just try to bluff me?”
Trenton’s eyes filled with a hint of his arrogant Cheshire cat grin, begetting the devilish play and that just made her heat up. That warmth converging into an apex point between her legs, melting much of the anxiety that lingered between them.
“But I can argue that you don’t even have a driver’s license.” He added.
“And I don’t have to have one for a boat, not until five tons or a six pack requirement. Now shoo.” She waved him to move which he did little but scoot over, “Beside you don’t know where you’re going.” She added some restored prissing which got him to laugh. He was dying to know where this had come from.
Trenton had no intentions of being shooed away from her especially seeing her in the tan boy shorts that barely or rather not at all—kept the lower part of her dark, sun kissed globes hidden. Not helping was the backless white halter top that 5a considerable amount of skin exposed and available for his attentive nature. But back to her sweet little ass hanging out from her shorts—with all intensive purposes he wanted those firmly planted against him. He grabbed her quiet suddenly his hands gripping her hips and pulled her into his lap, holding her steady while his feet kicked hers out till she found the foot banister. He slid his hands up her ribs then down the length of her arms until his fingers tangled in with hers and he pushed them to grip the helm wheel. “Okay Skipper.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “But I want the full tour. Historic fish shack, lighthouses, dolphins, favorite hangout— the whole nine yards.”
Katianna’s entire body heated up at least another five degrees higher than the typical Florida summer heat under his hands. She near had a half a mind to just redock and beg him to make love to her. But if he wanted the dime tour, she’d give it to him and she definitely wanted to be out on the water with him. This was her world where she grew up, its ebb and tide gave her firm grounding and hopefully it would give her understanding—or connection or maybe even some strength to do the right thing. If only she knew what that was.
As she brought the boat around and headed along the Anclote River for the gulf, she felt Trenton’s lips kissing her shoulders and along her back. And her body filled with the deep arousing he had always made her feel, only now it was backed with pain. And she realized she wasn’t going to find those things of grounding or understanding, because no matter where she went—there she was. It wasn’t the place that was the problem nor was it Trenton—it was her.
After watching a small pod of dolphins hunting after mullet fish, a high speed tour around Anclote key to give the historical short story
on the only west central lighthouse in existence, she took him to her favorite private beach area on one of the small spoils just off shore where they spent the day basking in the sun.
Trenton’s favorite part was her naked breasts after she’d striped down to her bikini bottoms to sunbath in the sand next to him. And he took full advantage sucking the salty sea and bright sun from them, tormenting her nipples like a favorite frequent snack. She tasted like gold to him and he loved the tawny color of her skin and the sun drenched highlights in her hair. But the more he touched and the more he tasted her skin… the more he hurt inside. His need to have all of her. Fucking her would not be enough in fact without her surrender it would destroy him and he stopped when she began to beg him to do more.
“Why do you torment me so?" She whimpered underneath his firm body.
Trenton’s head dropped till it touched hers for a moment before answering. “Because you torment my soul, Katianna. It’s my punishment to give to you.”
“How did you learn about the Life Slave arrangement? I mean how did you know it was what you wanted?”
Trenton looked at her face, at her pale blue eyes staring up at him as he lay over her keeping his weight on his elbows planted into the sand around her head. How they glittered in the sunlight, two Antarctic icebergs amidst darkly tanned skin. She looked so innocent there. Like she had never even glimpsed the world, never pulled open the drapes of her secret world and looked outside. But he knew better, she had done plenty of looking outside. She just rarely dared to venture out into it. When she did she was a mouse scampering around trying not to get trampled by the hundreds of feet stamping through a subway station.
Trenton rolled off and fell back on his back with a heavy sigh, pulling her up to rest against him. His hands always in contact with her, keeping her with him. Always tending to her and keeping her comfortable. “I knew that was what I wanted long before I knew what it was.” his mind drifting back to the beginning in his memories.
He moved an arm under his head lifting it some while he recalled his discovery to the Life Slave’s existence. “My dad and Diesel’s dad were both military so we moved around a lot. We’d just gotten stationed out at Fort Drum and there wasn’t any military housing so we got this rental place just off base. She lived next store. I was 12 and she was 10—” he paused a long moment, “April—her name was April. I don’t know, she was always trying to keep away from her dad, he drank a lot—I think back on it now and I’m pretty sure he was doing a lot more than just drinking, but when she was with me she said she felt safe and no matter what we were doing or where we went she was always clinging to me. She always had to hold on to me. I loved it. I thought all girlfriends were supposed to be like that.” He paused again reflecting back so long ago and Katianna found herself wondering what might have happened to the girl that clung to the boy who one day would grow up to be Dominus, just as she did. Katianna understood that kind of need.
“So what happened to her?”
“I think my parents figured out something was wrong, they had her stay with us for awhile. I remember she’d always slip into my room at night and would crawl into bed with me and sleep in my arms. Children and Family came and got her a few weeks later. I didn’t want to let her go, but hell we was just kids.” He glanced down at his body at Kat seeing the correlation between her and his past. “I liked how she made me feel so much I tried to make every girlfriend I ever had after that do the same thing.” He laughed, but she could hear the tincture of pain in it. “Didn’t work out too often. Anyways, some many years later I discovered the movie The Story of O. It’s not exactly an Oscar winner, but that was what got me started. I finally hooked up with this girl who was curious. She was really up for trying some of it and hell I was plenty willing to accommodate her needs. I was hooked in B&D after that. She had the hots for Deez as well so a lot of the times it was the three of us. It got pretty intense sometimes.”
Trenton reached for the water bottle he had and took a long sip then brought it to her lips to do the same.
“Anyways, about a year after we got out of high school is when Diesel and I went into the Marines. That’s when we hooked up with the others. During our second year over in Chechnya we went on an R&R in Paris where we met this couple at an underground BDSM club. And he invited us over to be their house guests for the weekend.” He stopped taking a moment to clasp Katianna’s hand in his—his thumb caressing over the back of her fingers then brought it up over her head so he could kiss it. She twisted to look at him and he was quickly moving her, adjusting her body's position so she could do so without straining her neck, pulling her further over his chest.
What amazed her most was he did so without thought, he didn’t spend a moment contemplating what her body needed or how to go about it, nor did he ask—Are you comfortable? —Do you need anything? Rather he instantly anticipated her needs and just did so… naturally and well rehearsed as if he’d practiced for it all his life. But she had never seen him do it. She had never seen him tend to his Subs as he did with her. So how did he come to know how to do this with her?
She watched as he brought her fingers up again, brushing them against his lips with a feathery touch and kissed them tenderly. Then started up where he had left off in his story.
“It was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen. Dane and Harper weren’t really interested so they excused themselves and stayed at a hotel, but Diesel, me and Marcus stayed. The guy's wife was his Life Slave. We had dinner at the table while he had her stretched out naked across it for him to watch while he ate. Whenever they went out he’d put some clothes on her, but as soon as they got home he’d change her into something skimpy or ultra soft sometimes nothing at all. It was so natural and they showed no shame, she wasn’t at all embarrassed that we were there. Not that we were allowed to touch, but we were guests and we watched them. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And finally I realized that that dream I had wasn’t just something in a fiction story, but was real. That real people actually do this and saw it to be as beautiful and complete devotion as I did.”
“These were the people we had lunch with in Paris?”
“Yes. Aubert and Mavis.” Trenton’s mind seemed to flow away then. Remembering how in awe he had been when he met the couple. He and Diesel had both shared in it. He’d known long before this was what he wanted, but when he met them his desires for it solidified. He knew then nothing else would be acceptable. He’d never take on a wife, unless his slave asked of it, but to marry without it would not happen for him.
His gaze returned to the petit woman who still watched him. She was so perfect to him. She had clung to him during the whole weekend when he was working as her body guard. She had needed him, needed the security his presence gave her, that he could give this to her told him she was meant to be his. She let him move her without fuss over it. Most women would be balking at him already with bantering that they didn’t need to be babied or coddled so much. He called it pampering and tendering and she let him. And yet he was losing her. It was ripping his heart from his chest. How could this woman who fit his needs so completely, so perfectly—who made him feel new heights of arousal he’d never felt before—whose kiss was so sweet on his lips be slipping from his grasp?
He pulled her higher on his chest bringing her mouth to his and kissed her. He needed to feel that kiss, needed the taste of her one last time, because the breaking in his chest told him he would lose her tonight.
“Come on we should be heading back, sun is going down and you don’t have any lights on the boat.”
Katianna jerked around her eyes scoping over the small center console to find he was right. The lens for the starboard and portsides were both broken out. Damn. She had really wanted to stay out here and watch the sunset. She was afraid to go back in. She knew what waited for her when they did. He would need her answer and she didn’t know how to let go of her fear.
Silence fell between them as they headed in, but that
didn’t stop his groin from throbbing watching her bent over as she restored the spring lines to the cleats on the boat. The tide was low now so he gladly gave her a push up to the dock. Hands firmly planted on those beautiful ass cheeks framed once again inside her very short beach shorts.
The second they were inside the house boat Trenton had her scooped up in his arms burying himself in her kiss.
Katianna’s legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She knew he’d request it and she wanted to give in to him without the command. To give him her body was never a question. She wanted him, wanted to feel him deep inside her, she wanted that all the way. It was the stipulation in which he held that part of their relationship back that had her at arm’s length, but she hoped in this heated passionate, running wild kiss he rushed her with, might break past the barrier.
Trenton moved her to the counter space in the galley and ground into her hard and hungry. Hell—he was so hard for her he was certain he could force his cock through his jeans and hers and fuck her right here. Damn it hurt so bad, he ached to be inside her for so long, but he wanted so much more, wanted it so strongly it was fused in his head and he couldn’t possibly separate them. Couldn’t have one without the other. No, it wasn’t possible. Trenton tore away from her lips and pushed back. He sucked in a deep breath, he could see she wanted him see the pleading, yearning. He knew she was his, dammit, he just needed her to say yes. Needed to know why she had run away in the first place.
“What did I do wrong?”