Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  Trenton dropped to his elbows over her, letting only part of his weight rest in her. He kissed her temple and cheek lazily, waiting out the aftershocks of their release and for them to catch their breaths. He listened to her pounding heart, the whimper in every breath she took. He loved every faint sweet sound.

  Katianna’s body rippled endlessly it seemed it would never stop, but the room was dropping from under her and she no longer felt Trenton in her arms. Her body growing numb, she was unsure of her arms entirely. The darkness behind the blind fold darker still. She was falling and she was afraid, afraid he was not there to catch her.

  “Trenton please I’m scared! Hold me—” She cried out, “I’m falling!”

  Trenton pulled up to his knees pulling her with him, wrapped her tightly in his arms, His hand coming to hold her head to his shoulder. Her entire body trembled deep down to her very bones, her thighs still clenching around him in involuntary spasms. “Shh little mouse, I got you and I’m never letting you go.” He stroked her damp hair and held her to him.

  She could feel his arms on her now. Felt the possessive strength in them. She was no longer falling, but drifting, flying.

  “Who do you belong to baby?” He whispered in her cheek as he kissed her.

  “Trenton Leos—” she barely was able to whisper her answer as her body felt limp and she slumped in his arms and she whimpered some sleepy protest to her weakness.

  “Don’t worry baby. I got you. I’ll always have you.” He kissed her, knowing she couldn’t answer. But some deep part of her would hear him. “And when you wake up. I’m going to start all over again.” He twisted easing down on the bed with her still in his arms. He rested back on the pillows keeping her over his chest and held her, pulling the sheets over her body as their bodies began to cool from their damp skin.

  He could still feel the trembling in her body so deeply rooted he wondered if it would ever stop. It wouldn’t bother him in the least if it didn’t. He loved how it felt, that it did this because of him, like a tiny vibrating toy that only he controlled the switch. He smoothed her hair down, watching her unconscious body laying on top of him. He couldn’t stop looking at her, smiling. Could never stop touching her. And he knew that she wasn’t his slave he was hers. Because living without Katianna just wasn’t going to be possible.

  After a small respite, Trenton got dressed and gently, yet possessively carried Katianna’s unconscious body out of the room carefully wrapped up in a silk robe. Her head cradled against his shoulder. His eyes swept across the lounge till they found his brother and locked gazes with him. Trenton’s expression saying nothing more than it was done. She was his.

  Diesel fell in before his brother, keeping anyone from even thinking to stop the Dominus for conversation and escorted the two out of the club.

  “Was it worth it?” Diesel asked as he opened the back door to Trenton’s Knight, holding it for him to climb in with Katianna still in his arms.

  Trenton shot a smile back at him. “And then some. I’d go through it all a hundred times more just to have tonight.” But the truth was tonight wasn’t over yet. What he built between them tonight would never end.

  Katianna vaguely recalled waking, they were moving, but before she needed to ask Trenton’s warm whispers filled her ear, letting her know they were on their way home. She was content to nestle in his arms, half awake, half in a dream and completely surrendered to him.

  And then she dreamed of him being inside her again, his lips taking her kiss, locking and fusing with her. The rich taste of his tongue tangled into her own. The hard iron flesh of his cock sinking to her depths, then thrusting inside her, burning and pillaging her body till she was swept up by the quickening—realizing she was not dreaming, but caught in his storm of lust and pure sensation of ecstasy.

  She tried to keep a mental grasp of their bodies, her hips rocking up to meet his every thrust, but each penetrating stroke threw her higher and higher into a maelstrom of palpation, sending her mind spinning. She didn’t know which way was up, she only knew where he touched her. She could hear her own whimpers and she was helpless against them. She tried to hang on. Tried to meet his needs then it was anything just to hold onto him, but he would not even give her that much control over her own body.

  “Let go and just feel, baby.” She heard his whispers, felt the deep strokes of his cock press into her. His chest and shoulders enveloping her body. She heard the cacophony of her moans and cries laced within the raspy breaths coming from Trenton. Wrapping his arms around her, holding her close and taking her, pushing her, throwing her over the edge of madness as the first of her orgasm tore through her.

  She exploded. Fragmenting and melting around him as she arched and felt her womb contracting, her clit releasing the agony of need inside it as her sex clenched and pulsed.

  He was taking her higher, always higher like a wave that was building across a vast ocean and only he would decide when she could be released.

  “Trenton—please—”

  “Please what baby?”

  She shook her head, puzzled. Her mental state fractured, she didn’t know what, only that she had pleaded with him.

  “Mmmm—” he hummed in her neck with soft warm kissing, reveling in her revelation that her mind like her body could not function unless he did or said what he wanted her to feel and say at this very moment. “You belong to me now little mouse—” he kissed her again, laving at her lips. His lust building so high he was fighting back his need to ravage her with untamed brutal savageness. “You wanted to tell me you need to cum for me.”

  “Yes-s-ss. Yes that’s it.” She agreed.

  Trenton pushed inside her pressing her thighs farther apart, plunging deep inside her, parting the sex swollen walls with a hungry wave of his hips, stirring fresh new moans from her lips, as her walls tightened and gripped around him with each spasm of her body. His chin tucked and he let out a fierce growl over her, the growling transformed into a rasping moan.

  “I can’t take any more.” She whimpered, realizing now what she might have wanted to plead in the first place.

  “Yes you can, because I’m going to give you all of me, baby. You feel so fucking good. I’ve waited all my life for you and now I’m going to fuck you till you pass out.” His cock sank deeper, sliding all the way in and it sent an unimaginable ripple of pleasure over his body.

  God! It took his breath away. He was going to lose his own mind. He moved his hips pulling out then began slow, burrowing thrusts that sent her gasping, pleading for release. He could feel the tight muscles clenching around him, milked him. Her body's response sent him climbing higher still, spiraling waves of elation tempting him to finish his claim on her. His breath rasping with each thrust inside her swollen walls.

  Perspiration soaked their bodies. Even as sexual need saturated them both, their awareness climbing higher still, threatening to destroy them.

  The room was laden with the heavy perfume of male lust intermingled with the sweet scent of her nectar. Every breath filled him with its musky scent and the moist suction of her pussy around his cock as he surged inside her, drenching him in her sweetest sensation, robbing more and more of his control.

  He’d never known pleasure as sweet as fucking her. Each stroke brought him closer and closer to rapture. He was melting inside her and he needed to fuse their connection. He slowed his pace, slow undulations of his hips. Lowering down he pulled the blindfold from her eyes and took her head in his hands, holding her fixed in place. “Open your eye and see me.” And within moments her eyes fluttered open. Those pale moonlight eyes were looking up at him. “Keep looking at me. Don’t look away.”

  Katianna was trapped under his stare of creamy coffee; she couldn’t have looked away if she tried. From the start of his claim he had kept her sight in darkness till there was nothing but his lead, his control and even now with her sight returned there was only him. His body eclipsed everything else away. And the hunger that burned in those creamy brow
n eyes locked her in place. She’d seen that hunger before, only she thought it was intended for someone else or brought on by something else, but there was no mistaking it now. He was locked onto her, the grip so tight he might as well have sank his teeth into her.

  His hips rolling into her like the surf of the ocean crashing in with slow gentle waves, washing away every bit of her will to hang on, like the undertow taking the sand out from under her. She wriggled under him, but his hands held her, his arms and chest keeping her pinned. Tears streamed down her cheek, too high, too—electricated. God she didn’t even know if that was a word. Oh hell she didn’t care she was sticking to it because it fit—he fit, as he held her letting her do nothing but—feel.

  And the tremors started, small vibrations deep in her core building, spreading like the epicenter of a volcano rising—and then it shook her even as he still held her totally caged. Her body exploding like a flaming star for the second time. The high pitch squeal she desperately didn’t want to make, cried out no longer hers to command, but his. Her back arched under him and he released her head, just as muscles demanded her contortion. Her head pressed deep into the pillow as he pushed up on arms to watch his artwork.

  “Damn baby—” he groaned. “So incredible—” He hooked her leg with his arm and pulled it up over his shoulder and pressed over her and dug into her deeper. He needed to hear her screams, hear her cry out his name.

  Sweet God, he was losing himself in her and he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t hold back. The more he attempted to complete his claim on her the more she stole from him. He needed more and more, until he shafted into her with hard hungry thrusts. Until he felt her thundering release and he would feed her body his semen and melt inside her heart, her soul. Her surrender was taming this savage lion.

  Katianna’s clit throbbed like a supernova, rioting flames, like bursts of unfathomed energy exploding endlessly through her body. Before one orgasm stopped the next was released and sent every part of what she thought she was into a whirlwind of unknown territory into the world of Trenton Leos. Her back bent violently, forcing her head deeper into the bed as he sank into her at depths she never knew she had, driving her over the steep edge with a tumultuous wave and she cried out. Screamed his name. The force of its crashing was an excruciating plunder that promised her ruin.

  Trenton’s fingers fisted in her hair and pulled her back into his gaze locking their stare together, “Mine!”

  “Trenton! Oh god!” Somehow her arms felt strength, her nails found flesh and she dug in, hanging on for dear life as his hunger swept her away. She heard his beastly growls, the ragged breaths that paired with the last violent strokes of his cock, fucking his claim on her and she felt the final stroke penetrating—reaching to her deepest nether and began filling her with the saturating heated fluids of his semen. His release drenched her, pumped into her with hard, heated blasts. She was flying with him. He was a part of her, spilling himself inside her, but there was far more pouring into her—she felt his soul, the very essence of his claim burning into her through the windows of their eyes. Then sucking her out of her body into his, like a vortex sucking up the light of a galaxy, but she would be reborn on the other side waking up in his world.

  Trenton held her face to him, eyes locked as the last shudders rippled through them both pouring the last of his soul into her, filling her with him. His mouth dropped slowly to hers, kissed her swollen lips, sucked at them with slow exhausted passion, then moved along her jaw down to the softer skin of her neck and beyond till she felt teeth on her shoulder and heard him announce his claim once more.

  “Mine.” Trenton staked his claim, marking her with his teeth, his touch and his hunger. She would never be free of him, because he never wanted to be free of her.

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  CHAPTER THIRTY

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  Katianna slipped from the bed when Trenton had rolled over and his arms released her to finally be able to stray away.

  After waking from the deepest sleep she’d had in so many years brought on by his exhausting love making and the security she felt being in his arms, she found herself wide awake unable to linger back to sleep. This was the time when she was usually up writing on her books, while the rest of the world slumbered, but the large arms that had wrapped around her as he slept soundly against her body had her pinned.

  She didn’t mind so much at first, using the solace to daydream of being exactly where she was, her fingernails playfully gliding along the relaxed muscles of his arm, but that soon lead to what she would write about once she did get a chance to get up. And before long, her mind was filled with too many details of the next plot, the next dialogue and new tantalizing descriptions of sexual bliss. She nearly had to stifle the giggle she felt not wanting to stir him from his deep slumber. So this is what it felt like to be fucked into total pink bliss. She grew antsy, stirring under him. Her head was going to explode if she didn’t get to her laptop soon.

  He’d finally rolled to his back and she quickly made her escape sliding off the bed before his sleeping body decided to return to the claim he had so closely guarded even as he slept. She chewed at her lip with a seductive grin at the thought—he truly was her Lion mate. And nothing about his claim had disappointed. Not that she thought he would, but she never knew a man could fuck for three hours straight. It was a terrifying sin for a man to have that much control.

  Her legs felt so weak, she found it easier to just crawl on the floor feeling around in the dark till she could find the silk robe he had laid out for her and slipped it on.

  Turning back to the bed, she watched the steady rise and fall of Trenton’s powerful chest. Most people looked softer, more vulnerable in their sleep or just downright lazy in the contented nature. But he looked every bit as formidable as he did awake. And given his occupation, if she didn’t sneak out quietly, he’d wake before she could reach the door.

  She made it to the bathroom and carefully felt along the edge of the counter with her fingers, taking care not to turn over any of the items she had seen there earlier. If she so much as knocked one thing over, he would wake up and command her back to his bed.

  She found the little overnight bag she had packed opened the zipper and pulled the pair of lace panties from their hiding place and pulled them on over her hips and snuck out of the bedroom.

  Downstairs she found her carrying case where Trenton had left it for her on the bar between the kitchen and the living room and quickly was pulling her laptop out and powering it up. As she waited, she thought back on his promise that he would always grant her time to write and regardless of where they were going or his plans, he would bring her laptop and notebooks so she could do so whenever some idea or whim came to her. She grinned devilishly to herself—except when he was making his demands on her.

  Her fingers glided across the cool smooth surface of the polished granite counter, contemplating the odd arrangement, a double tiered counter top, the top piece was like a shelf over the primary counter dividing the eat-at bar from the kitchen space. Her hands came across eye bolts underneath the counter and as she ran her hand under the counter top edge discovered more than one and wondered what they could possibly be for.

  Computer up, she quickly clicked open several different book projects. She had so much content whirling about in her head she was gonna have to throw down some highlighted notes in scattered areas of each of her books before being able to fall into sync with the creative writing run, so she wouldn’t forget all she had dreamed up.

  Half an hour sped by and she was knuckles deep typing away. The steamy sex scene playing in her head, the music from her head phones filling her ears keeping the steady rhythmic mood going to match her scene.

  She simply didn’t hear her new master come looking for her.

  Katianna let out a startled yelp when she was suddenly being spun around, the ear buds pulled from her ears and she was face to face with Trenton and all his naked glory.r />
  “Why are you not still in my bed mouse!?” He growled at her, not angry, but it was definitely fierce. Her breath instantly deepening at it.

  “I couldn't sleep and I needed to do some writing.”

  His eyes flickered towards the screen then back on her, “Hit save Katianna.” It was more warning then suggestion as he reached for the laptop at the same time with every intention of closing it, whether she’d manage to save her work in time or not.

  She hurriedly hit the save tab just as his hand pulled it closed.

  “Trenton I need to have time for writing, you promised.”

  He acted as if he had every intention of ignoring her, his hands clasping tightly under her thighs and jerked her to the edge of the bar stool, then pulled the silk belt of her robe free letting it drop to the floor.

  “And I will see to it you get to do your writing.” He pushed her robe open to expose her breasts for his own viewing, perky and already swollen and aroused. “But it will not be tonight or tomorrow. Not for the next three days till I am done fucking my claim on you.”

  “Three?” Her voice squeaked the word from her lips.

  “Shall I make it six? That’s how long it takes lions to complete their mating ritual.” He pushed her shoulders back on the bar seat, then brought his hand up to her face brushing the hair from it then stroked his thumb against her lips to silence any protest she might have thought of. He tugged at her bottom lip roughly, than plunged his thumb into her mouth, over her teeth and sought out her tongue to trigger her sucking.

  He was instantly enthralled by the pouty lips that tightened and sucked at his thumb, but he stiffened, eyes dropping when his other hand found panties on her. “Where did you find these?”

  That fierce growl again and it sent a wave of shivers through her starting and ending with her clit.