by Talon P. S.
“Yeah—about that. How is it again, Pedro convinced you to marry the likes of him?” It was a long standing joke that had still gone unanswered, how a woman as hot and sexy, not to mention as smart as Senita married—well Pedro. Actually Pedro was a good man. One of his first and best employees, but Pedro didn’t have the looks or the back ground for a catch like her and the men loved to nag him about it—every chance they got.
Senita let out a wicked laugh, “I’m not telling, but it wasn’t because he knocked me up. All those little fishies in his sperm count, doc say I should be pregnant just for being in the same room with him yet here I am—” she turned to him to accentuate her flat stomach.
“Maybe I’ll pay for some of those pills as an early baby shower gift.” He offered as he sipped from his mug.
“What are you thinking? Buying fertility pills for another man’s woman? That’s like buying sex toys for her.”
Trenton winked at her, “If you insist.” He finished off his coffee and placed the mug in the sink.
She laughed, “And don’t go replacing me anytime soon, I’m not pregnant yet and even if I was I can still do my job. There’s nothing hard about cleaning up after you or your brothers—a lot easier then picking up after Pedro and Fifi.” She closed the pantry as she finished off the last of the groceries. His coffee finished she knew visitation time was over and he had more desirable places to be then talking with her in the kitchen. “Any special instruction for me today?”
“We’ll be gone most of the afternoon, but while we are here keep everybody out of my sight. For the day everyone should report to you. Understood?”
“Yes Dominus.” She paused looking at him, with a beaming glow. “I am so happy for you and your unicorn.”
“Thank you Senita.” He was considering another coffee when he heard Katianna screaming upstairs. Convoluted protectiveness surged in every muscle and he ran from the kitchen, snatching something from the last drawer before making the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. He reached the bedroom balcony, finding a startled Miguel in the hall at the top of the stairs. Trenton’s hand quickly moving behind his back along with the nine mill he had snatched from the kitchen drawer.
“I—she came out—” The younger man threw his arms up in a dazed gesture, “I didn’t mean to scare her. I was going to freshen up the bathroom and she walked right into me.”
Trenton held up his hand to silence the young man. He didn’t need to hear more. “It's okay. I didn’t warn her there would be staff in the house today. Take care of the downstairs areas for now.”
Trenton waited till the man was heading down the stairs before he went for the bedroom finding Katianna standing in its center, naked and frozen in fear. Her hands over her mouth stifling the next scream that threatened to escape her lips. Recognition hit brain functions and she was leaping into his arms, “There’s a man in the house.” She stammered.
“Shhh, I know. I’m sorry baby. I should have warned you about the staff.” He couldn’t stop the smile. Laughing more at himself than anything else—one little scream and he was ready to break out the big guns to defend her and they were inside his own home. His arms tightening around her, keeping the one hand twisted so she didn’t feel the gun he was still gripping and he buried his face in her wavy trusses and let out a pleasant humm against her head.
“You have house staff?” her heart still thrumming against him a mile a minute.
“We do today.” Katianna leaned back in his arms and gave him a questioning start. “Event staff for tonight’s dinner and ceremony.” He kissed her and returned her to her feet. “Tonight we have guests coming over to witness your collaring ceremony.”
Trenton got the shower started and glanced in the mirror at the claw marks on his shoulders, his ribs even his back, “First thing next week, I’m taking you in to be declawed.”
“What?” But then she saw why he had said it, her hands snapped up to her mouth with a gasp. “Huh—did I do that?”
He gave a preposterous scowl, “Did you see anyone else in my bed last night?”
Kat quickly tucked her face. If the devil could play off bashfulness and cuteness, he’d look exactly like Katianna did just now. Her shy playful expression was tarnished with the wicked beaming of her eyes and the smile she kept hidden behind her fingers.
His cock jumped at the sight of her Lilith Lolita expression and he caught the giggling laughter that hummed passed her smile and that got him too. They weren’t ever going to get out of the house. “Get in there before I spank you.”
Wickedness faltered under her yelp as she quickly skittered into the shower as told. He paused leaning back on the vanity just to take in a slow breath and steady his lust and his bursting heart. Tonight was the final night. His brothers would be his witness when she knelt at his feet and he’d seal their commitment when he placed his collar around her neck. He just needed to try and keep himself off of her until then.
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Katianna stood at the edge of the living room all eyes focused on her. She’d breath if it weren’t for the whale bone Edwardian corset Trenton had purchased just that afternoon for her from none other than the matriarch of the Lolita Corset Society, Madam Ila̒da, who owned and operated an antique and vintage shop in the East Hamptons. Katianna had never been to the shop, but she knew its madam, as Amelia was a member of the Lolita society. But the corset Katianna wore now was of a rare and particular vintage piece one that Madam Ila̒da refused to sell unless it were being purchased for one petit enough to wear it out of her shop.
In mint condition, the corset had once belonged to a Miss Lillian Gertrude Ball who had survived the tragic sinking of the Titanic at age fifteen coming to New York to join her new husband’s family, her husband Young Master William Thornton Ball didn’t make it.
Madam Ila̒da had a passion for corseting and they were meant to be worn not collected. As matriarch to a society of corset wearers, both men and women, she taught and trained many of them herself. Being an aristocrat of body modifications often referred to as the missing link between Dita Von Teese and Betty Page, only—Madam Ila̒da only had a fourteen inch waist.
Katianna considered herself lucky that she hadn’t been forced to cinch down to such a small size. As it was after the third tightening since she was first fitted into the corset earlier in the day she was pulled into an almost unbearable—I can’t breathe— eighteen inches.
She glanced down at herself; it was so beautiful even if she couldn’t breathe very easily. An antique pink and white embroidered lacy Edwardian corset camisole bra covered her breasts, its hem stopping just above the whale bone corset and she wore a matching time period lace jacket over her shoulders. The only part of her ensemble that didn’t match was the shoes. Where Trenton found them was—well they were a freak of nature is what they were. Definitely not shoes for everyday wear. They didn’t even qualify as club wear, but rather torture in the most unusual way.
Black patent strappy sandals sat atop eight inch platforms and mind you that was just the platform part here—the stiletto heel was a frightening stilt height of thirteen inches. She was forever grateful for Senita’s help and maybe for the prayer and hail Maries she whispered in addition as she helped Kat to her feet.
That might have been the most frightening about the shoes. Thirty-two years and she had never stood over anyone—she didn’t much like it either. She was just waiting for the clouds and birds to fly by her head or be struck by lightning for being too close to the sky. Stupid writers. Senita didn’t hold back on laughing at her antic either.
Now standing here with all eyes on her, waiting for her to make the journey, she fought to keep her mind clear and her nerves calm. She took a long breath, feeling it elongate her body since her lungs couldn’t actually expand and she let it out as her gaze swept around the room. Dane Masters sat on one of the sofas his two slaves Lacy and Derek at his feet. Next to him was Vida and then Pyotr Laszkovi. On the love seat were Trento
n’s dearest old friends from France, Aubert and his Life Slave Mavis and somehow seeing them made this a lot easier. Sitting scattered around the room were the rest of their guests, Marcus, Harper and Amelia, several of the Doms with their Subs from the club and a few people she didn’t know. None of which helped.
But directly across from her was Trenton. And seeing him made everyone else melt away from her mind.
Trenton sat on the far side of the living room, relaxed back in his seat the way a lion lounges out on the grass lands. King of his domain not in the least threatened by what stirred around him—they were part of his domain as well. To his right sat his brother Diesel, there was no other man in the world closer to Trenton then him.
Diesel played a large part in all this; after all he’d flown all the way down to Florida to fetch her when she had been too afraid to say she loved Trenton. But there was more too it, something neither had ever spoken openly to her, but knowing their past, she knew eventually it was something that would develop. Trenton and Diesel grew up together, their parents shared with each other in a swingers relationship. Even Trenton and Diesel had shared numerous lovers and they shared passions, dreams and goals. It was only natural that one day they would share her as they would whoever would one day become Diesel’s unicorn. That’s why he sat there—so close to his brother. That surrendering to Trenton also meant surrendering to Diesel.
Their guests all sat around the room waiting on her and the moment to witness her final surrender. There was no time limit, no one rushing or hurrying her along. They knew all the more than she did, this was an emotional endeavor she had to take at a pace that didn’t panic her. They simply took it in stride to savoir every ripple, every nuance in her body as she submitted to her Dominus.
Her eyes fell to the velvet box on the coffee table, the first stop in her journey to him. It was large enough to hold a collar or a diamond necklace considering the type of box.
She took another deep breath and took her first step. Not the easiest thing in the world to do considering the shoes. I mean really, who the hell wears thirteen inch platforms shoes? But as Trenton said there was a reason for it, a reason she would understand once she gave herself over to him.
She took another step; her ankles shimmied a bit then found her footing and took another and another till she reached the coffee table. She took another deep breath, at least as deep as the corset would allow. She felt light headed suddenly, what if she passed out before she made it too him? Would everyone consider it a failure to submit, that she was too nervous to go through with it and ultimately she would humiliate him in doing so?
She closed her eyes focusing on the pounding heart in her chest and willed it to calm down. No Fainting. She was not going to faint—she wanted to do this. She wanted nothing more than to be his. She glanced over to him again. The patent black jacket with the alligator texture to it, worn over a nearly sheer black dress shirt with the smoky grey slacks. And the tight smooth fit of his black leather gloves? She’d always loved the gloves. Damn, he looked so sexy, so poignant and all alpha male. Did he know he was wearing the same outfit he had worn the first day they met? She remembered the first thing she thought about him—Yum—okay maybe that was the second thing she thought. The first was she wanted to climb all six feet and four inches of his muscular body.
She felt so transfixed by his eyes, dark with lust right now as he stared at her knowing he already owned her. She forced a nervous smile to her face, ownership—check, climbing—check. Heart a flutter—most definitely. Guess she needed to make a list of things to do. He certainly did and he’d been checking several off over the past two days.
She glanced back down at the box—such a long way down. She steadied her feet then slowly to keep her balance she squatted just enough for her finger tips to catch it in her grasp. She held it a moment feeling the shakiness in her hands—oh who was she fooling her whole body was shaking.
Finally she managed to convince herself to open the box and what she saw took her breath away. Good thing Senita said those prayers or she’d likely have fainted right then and there.
Her collar was actually a stone studded choker. She ran her fingers over the silver flukes, six hollow tubes with scrolling filigree on each side strung together to a center set with stones. Seven individually set brilliant blue sapphires intermingled with five individually clear ones, and knowing Trenton, they were the real thing. He didn’t chince on anything— meaning the clear stone were likely diamonds.
“Trenton?” She stopped herself not certain she was allowed to speak.
“Yes go ahead.” His answer was simple as if he expected some startled reaction.
“This is a necklace.”
There were a few chuckles among their guests, but quickly silenced by Trenton’s raised hand. He wouldn’t have anyone laughing at her or have her thinking that was the case, but she saw the amusement on his face as well. “Are you disappointed that it’s not an actual collar?”
“I— I just thought—” her eyes dropping back to the choker still perfectly placed in the velvet case in her hands. “No.”
“Those platinum flukes are strung together with six gauge steel cable. I assure you—it’s a collar.” His gaze tightened on her as if daring her to even try escaping it once it was placed on her neck.
She pulled the collar, returning the box to the table and made her way across the room towards him. One slow steady step at a time until she finally stood before him. Trenton didn’t move. Sitting back just as relaxed and domineering as he did when she first entered the room, waiting for her to complete the transition of turning her life over to his ownership.
She glanced at the floor; it looked even farther way then it did the first time she looked. Her insides jittered with a few idle steps trying to figure out just how she was suppose to kneel on the floor before him without crashing and breaking her neck on the way down. She chewed at her lips looking at him for some suggestion, but there none. This was one time he would not guide her, he would not hold her hand or assist in any way. She had to do it unaided—once given over, he would do everything else from there on, but she had to do this one thing on her own.
She started to lower, one knee bending while the other sought out the floor. Her knee coming parallel with her foot and still she had so much further to go. Her balance teetered. She stopped and went back up.
She glanced around at the others nervously; she didn’t want to make a mockery out of this. This was supposed to be serious, not some girl stumbling around like a fool—right? Then she caught Diesel’s eyes looking at her with all the confidence in the world—
… Surrender to him and he’ll be wrapped around your finger, but the only way he knows for certain that you’re ready to live in his world is if you’re willing to sit at his feet. If doing that one simple act makes you nervous or scared then you’re not ready and he’ll keep waiting and caring for you from the distance.—
“I’m ready.” She told them confidently, not sure they’d understand why she said it, but it was helping her. Again she started to kneel down bending the one knee while the other reached for the floor. When she had gotten as far as the height of her shoes she did what Paris has said—jump—and she dropped down to one knee and found it easy enough to slip the other foot in a side turn and then tucked it under her till she was on both knees. She took a couple of knee steps till she was between Trenton’s legs then sat back lightly on her heels and held the collar up to him.
Trenton took in a deep breath, holding it a moment. Damn—he’d waited for this since he was a kid and every day in between. Now she was here. Those pale blue eyes like moon lit snow looking up at him, past the silver and sapphire collar she offered in her hand and waited for him to take her life into his own hands.
His heart was beating so hard it out throbbed the blood in his cock. He didn’t dare close his eyes, because all he would see is him coming over those pouty lips tearing into them till his tongue owned her, tangled with hers a
nd devoured the taste of her mouth and it wouldn’t stop there.
He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a tiny lock and a small piece of velvet sleeving and sat up taking the collar from Katianna’s hands. His fingers slowly opening the swing arm clasp, and held the collar open and ready for her to accept.
“Why do you kneel here today Katianna Aeryn Dumas?”
“So that I can submit my life to you as your slave.” Relief swam over her, surprising her. She hadn’t expected it, but it was a wonderful feeling.
“Bow forward.”
Katianna pulled her hair around to the side and leaned forwards placing her neck into the open collar that awaited her. She closed her eyes reminding herself to breath as she felt his warm hands close around her neck, bringing the ends of the collar together. She heard the clasp close, heard the tiny lock fall into place and felt the small piece of velvet tugged into place. Trenton’s hand slid around to the front of her neck, the back of his thumbs giving off their own heat as he touched her and she found the connection to be soothing. There were no clamping down of iron shackles, no claws or dark dungeons. Nothing horrible happened. No wicked demonic laughs coming out of the shadows to mock her that she was doomed forever as his slave. Instead she felt his finger pass under her chin and lift her face to look up at him and all she saw was this beautiful man smiling at her with all the love in the world. And the relief that she belonged to him was still there.
“Mine.” He whispered and just like that his lips came crashing down over hers. She hardly had a moment’s time to tell herself to open for him when she felt and tasted his tongue, sweet and hungry. And then she heard the cheers behind her. Apparently so did he and he growled at the reminder, they still had guests. He broke their kiss, delivered a few light playful pecks then sat back pulling her deep between his legs. His hand stroking her hair, easing her to rest against his thigh as he acknowledged their guests.