by Talon P. S.
And yes he freed her from the burden of her mile high shoes. And she understood the jest of it—overcoming the distance to be freed.
The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and wild stories and wilder passions—good food and good drinks, a few of the recipes left behind by Paris. And she couldn’t help wishing he’d been there to see her. That maybe just maybe it would help the impish nature that kept him wild to want to settle down with just one flower.
Watching Diesel she couldn’t help the tear that fell for the two of them.
“Kat what’s wrong?” She spun around seeing Trenton’s concerned face.
She smiled and shook her head. “It’s just so overwhelming—and—” she stopped not certain she was allowed to wish for such a thing.
“What Kat? Tell me.”
“I wished Paris had been here for it—for Diesel.” She whispered that last part.
Trenton smiled softly, “One runaway at a time—okay?”
She smiled back more warmth flooded her heart, because that told her they would be retrieving him soon too.
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No sooner that the last guest left, Trenton had Kat swept off her feet and carried her over to their newest addition of furniture. The tantra chair she had spotted when they were out shopping the day before. One demonstration of her lying over the double hump leather suede bench with an explicit description whispered in his ear and he bought four of them plus one for Marcus just for sending one of his trucks out to pick up his precious cargo and have them delivered. Two for the house, one for the office and one to his private booth at Club Pain.
Trenton grabbed her hips and slammed inside her in one savage thrust. “Damn you, Katianna.” His guttural curse sent a victorious thrill coursing through her.
God being inside his newly collared slave was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It was stunning. He’d always known she would be his, but now having her—for the first time in his life, a woman wore a collar under his ownership and it took his breath away, doubling every sensation he had with her.
Her wet pussy warm like a blistering kiss of honey, it gripped him like nothing he’d ever felt. The silky hug of her inner walls and the sound of her breath when it clutched in her throat—he was lost in it all. He couldn’t hold back, his hips swaying in a rhythmic motion in and out, deep long mind blowing friction.
But this was not where his claim would end with her; he planned to claim all of her body. Tonight he would take that one place no man had pleasured before. She would feel him in the tight rear opening of her ass. But he had to first prepare her for him, prepare himself so he did not hurt her when he took her. He needed to sate the burning lust for her that tempted his control so he didn’t just drill in her like an uncontrolled animal when he first thrust his cock deep inside the dark entrance that had never been touched before him.
He sank into her again. A strong steady thrust that went in all the way to his hilt, his groin slapping against the cheeks of her ass. It was like diving into pure bliss, so slow and sweet. Her cunt clinging all around him. He thought he’d go insane. He was fighting his control, something he never had a problem with before. Finally, he bottomed out nudging her cervix. She clawed at the padded bench.
He loved how the furniture was molded with his every need in mind. No matter the position the curvy bench made her completely accessible to his cock, naturally submissive. The sight nearly undid him.
She had never known she was meant to be his slave, but he felt it, tasted and smelled it the day they met. That very nature colored so many of her responses. She would never be truly happy with anyone who couldn’t give her the dominance she craved. And Trenton intended to make her very, very happy.
Katianna was panting—panting so hard she was afraid she’d hyperventilate—the corset still cinched tightly around her body giving little room to catch her breath making her light headed and that made the fires inside smolder all the hotter just waiting for that breath of air that would fuel the explosion.
“Oh god Dominus—I’m going to cum.” She cried out feeling the white hot shards just gritting in her clitoris, waiting to be breached. Startled by her own words, she shot a look over her shoulder, but it only set flames to something fierce and predatory in him. His very gaze burning with the overpowering knowledge that she’d vocalized her submission to him.
Satisfaction burned through him like an inferno at her words. All the leashed power he’d been holding back, Trenton set loose. He surged into her, throwing his body into each thrust. Her breath clutching in the back of her throat with each spearing of his cock, as she gripped the edges of the tantra chair with her nails. Her pussy clenched even tighter on him. She wailed with pleasure, the tussle of damp waves of hair spilled over her shoulders and back, sticking to her. God, everything about her was sexy. He thrust again, giving her even more, settling into a rhythm that was both blistering and merciless. Around him, she tensed, drawing in one shuddering breath after another, exhaling with a cry. Sweat spread across his back, rolled down his temples. And still he kept at her, determined to give her both the animalistic claim and destructive pleasure she wanted and needed from him.
He folded over her, luxuriating in an elixir of friction between his groin and the firm globes of her ass both saturated in the perspiration that sheened their bodies. Even the feel of her under his hands as he thrust deep, hard and fast was like a narcotic in his system. He spread kisses along her shoulder, shoving her hair out of the way so he could slide his lips up her neck, breathe in her skin. The essential oils of orange blossoms and musk infused with the arousing aroma of female perspiration branding her in his mind forever. His. The smell and feel of her drove him toward the edge.
“Dominus!” Her theca walls clamped down on his cock now—bringing him dangerously close.
In response, pleasure crashed over every nerve and muscle of his body, flash-heated his blood. His scrotum drew tight. Damn, he was going to be a heartbeat behind her. He pressed his hand between her and the chair, his fingers find her detonation. “Now Slave!” She did, screaming out her release. She squeezed him so tightly; he locked up inside her to be claimed by her release. Oh god! His head kicked back on his shoulders drowning in his own climactic explosion. Pleasure was like an electrocution. White hot currents ripped up his spine—sharp and brandishing through him like a fifty thousand watt current.
Even with the aftershocks claiming their bodies, Trenton brought them both down to collapse back on the bench holding Katianna against his chest. They both lay limp and breathless, listening to the pounding drum of each other’s hearts beating out the results of their pleasure against one another. His hand scarcely managing the strength to brush her hair from her face and position her to lay comfortable before falling like a limp rag doll over the edges of the sofa himself.
His breath still ragged, but as it settled he realized Kat’s was not. “Mouse?”
“Please take the corset off, I can’t catch my breath.”
He chuckled, “Sure baby.” He gentle rolled her to sit back up and loosened the cords that held her, “Lean forward and rest on the sofa.”
Kat did as he said, laying—no—more like flopping forward on the large hump, “Breath easy, don’t try to take a huge breath when it first releases you.” He gave gentle instructions and then the tension of the corset slipped away and she felt freed from it. He pulled her back just enough to be sitting up and reaching to her front he released the row of clasps and slid the corset from her completely. His hands stroking over her sweat slicked body and set her to rest forward again.
He stroked over her back, just enjoying the softness of her skin and the shivers his touch triggered as they both relaxed after their wild lion mating. He lowered back along the sofa chair pulling her down with him and they stared out to the ocean sky through the glass paned wall of their house with just the stars and the heavy breath from their lungs to keep them company.
“Is this what it will always be l
ike for us?” She hummed just enjoying the blissful stillness shared between them right now.
“Yes—well maybe not every night—yes.” He finally confessed. He didn’t think a night would go by that he wouldn’t have the need to be inside her. And he could feel her own agreeance as her hips swiveled against him. Her firm round ass pressing into his cock and he was already stirring back to life for her.
“Turn around and sit straddled over me.” He whispered as he kissed her cheek and his hands held her steady as she got up and brought herself about for him.
His stormy gaze was eating her up, his hands trailing incredible shards of pleasure over the sides of her breasts as he watched her with a lust-filled expression.
Trenton sat up, just as she was lowering over him and his mouth came over hers, remembering he had not gotten to finish the kiss he had first started when he had locked the collar into place. His collar—his slave. Her arms came up wrapping around his neck, surrendering herself completely to his lavishing kiss. He tilted and the kiss deepened for her, tangling into the taste of her, sucking her into him. To consume more of her. Such exotic confection. His.
He couldn’t stop saying it. As if the word itself made him a junky for the enriched sense of power he felt from it, fueling his fires hotter into a burning star of consumption.
“Mine.” He groaned reaching around for her wrists. She moaned in protest as he pulled her from around his neck, placing her arms at her sides. His eyes lifting as he watched her with narrow-eyed hunger. Trenton eased her back then reached for one of the shackles he’d clipped earlier into the pre set D-rings and strapped it around her wrist, keeping her arm down its side then did the same to her other wrist on the opposite side.
He reached for the tube of tingling gel on the floor next to the bench and poured a healthy dollop onto his fingers. They had forgotten to use the third toy last night, the butt plug that would have helped prepare her for tonight, so he opted to use an enhancement lubrication that would help heighten her arousal and make it easier for her to take him.
As his fingers slathered the gel over the tight little hole preparing her for him his other hand stroked over her belly, her breasts, touching everywhere else to increase the swirl of sensations around her body. It didn’t take long for the tingling sensation to start to work, he knew it the second her lip was caught in her teeth to stifle the moan.
“Remember what I said about keeping those moans from me.” He whispered to her his hand dropping down to thumb over her sensitized clit, as the first finger slipped past the muscle ring into her ass.
His fingers working the tight entrance stroking the inside to relax and open her for him. One became two and he stretched her with each probing reach of his fingers till she was moaning and pressing against him for more. Working further up her ass now, delivering heated rapture slowly stretching her, his fingers readying the passage.
“Are you ready for me?” His own body aching to have her, to treasure his final claim of ownership on her body, her heart and her ecstasy.
His hand was firmly placed over her mouth to muffle her first cries. He’d love to hear them, but he knew she could very easily scare herself out of the erotic spell as he staked his final claim on her body. He pulled his finger from her ass and pressed the broad head of his cock there next.
Katianna felt the head of his cock kiss the tight hole and began its entrance inside her. Slowly, nudging inside her. Stretching untried flesh until she was crying out against his hand, at the sudden pain of the entrance. A painful pleasure seized her, held her immobile as he worked his cock inside her, inch by slow deviating inch past unused muscles as the fierce, thick length of his cock forced her body to accommodate him inside the tight sheath.
He kissed her temple released her mouth from his hold and held her head fixed against his shoulder and pushed in. The tight ring despite all his prepping her to take him was tighter than anything he’d ever had. Her whole body tensed in his arms and he stopped with hardly more than the head of his cock inside her. “Shhh easy now.” He whispered softly in her ear. “Just relax and feel for me baby.” He rocked in then easily backed a fraction. The head of his cock had just passed the tight ring of muscles, the flared tip stretching it wide as she fought to accustom her body to his large shaft, filling her there. Each gentle push forward took him deeper and sent a surge through him that threatened to take him. He lost his breath just as he lost himself inside her. Panting with each rocking movement to sink deeper inside her.
Her pain was expressed with moaning against his shoulder, her feeble attempted to lift into him despite his tight grip on her legs let him know she was ready for more.
Trenton was intoxicated by her need. “God baby—” he growled. “You feel so incredible.” Several more pants as he pushed in further. A wave of pleasure crashed over him, “Almost there.” It was all he could do not to thrust all the way home. Once she had him he could start to do that.
A few more strokes and he was all the way in, he stalled just to catch himself. Catch his breath; catch his heart from busting through his chest. He pulled till he was nearly out then pushed back in one slow steady motion till he hit the back of her virgin passage.
“Oh god Kat.” He moaned. It was not going to take long for him to be ready to spill again.
He began to ease in and out of her. A slow, steady stroke that had Trenton filling her ass completely. The gruff moans from his chest as he sank into her to his balls, echoed in the room.
Katianna whimpered, crying out repeatedly, her muscles clenching on him. Her body accepting the pain as a torturous pleasure she couldn’t deny any longer. Her hips moved against him, driving him deeper before he pulled back, then pushed forward again.
“Yes!” She tried to cry out to him as he began an easy thrusting motion inside her ass.
“Shhh, easy now. You feel so beautiful against me. I’m going to give you a pleasure you’ve never had.” Hot whispers reached her ears, but he’d already done that. Every moment they had together was more pleasure and more bliss she ever had in a lifetime.
He pushed harder inside her. Once. Twice. Then stilled. Katianna gasped in protest, but she lost her breath when he delivered another forceful thrust.
Katianna writhed under him as he bowed up diving hard and deep inside her passage in a way she had never known penetration. Filling her to the hilt with flaring sensations that radiated from her stretched nether hole, radiating through her body, pulsing in her cunt.
Her mind was reeling like a raft in a stormy sea, the sensations of dark rapture tormented her body; heightened further by the demand of his burrowing shaft into her tight hole.
Trenton released her wrists from the clips, lowering to his back on the bench bringing Katianna straddled over his body. His cock still thrusting up, deep inside her, penetrating her as his hips rocked into her, rolling back then rocking up again with exalted depths. Each motion seemed to reach further into her, not just to claim her ecstasy, but her soul as well. One hand held her hips steady, while the other had free range over her body, tweaking one nipple till it ached it was so hard. His fingers fanned out, skating across her chest then dropped down to torment her other nipple. He’d trace the round fullness of her breast with the backs of his fingers, up to her throat lingering to give gentle pressure, his thumb tucking underneath the collar he placed around her neck just this evening. A glimmer of blue caught the candle light and his hand tightened keeping her in the vulnerable grip as his thrusts became faster. His breath pushed from his lungs in tight gasps with each driving motion into the tight channel.
Damn his body pulsed with every thrust he delivered inside her. Warm tingling, micro shockwaves rippled out from his solar plexus, tumbled through every muscle and nerve like warm pink static. God, he’d never felt this with anyone before. Katianna, his Life Slave, was the drug—the high the whole human race was looking for.
Katianna melted against him, her body racing circles around her release not able to take the plun
ge because her Dominus had not given her permission yet. How strange that her mind had these thoughts and readily accepted them, yet here she was standing on the high bridge ready for her ultimate bungee jump into euphoria, thrill ride anxiety ensnared her body as she waited for Trenton's fated command.
Her inner walls hugging the hard shaft that drove inside her. His groin slamming against her clit, driving her closer and closer to annihilating pleasure. Even his hands commanded more pleasure to her body, the gentle threat his fingers posed around her throat. A dark allure for her, the lion’s grip at the vulnerable throat of its prey. It sent titillating dark, racy desires down her spine in a way she had never thought up or tried to put into words. But he’d discovered it in her somehow.
“Please—” she begged her head falling back. She felt like the earth was falling away all that was left was her and Trenton and the ethereal sea of pleasure that surrounded them.
“Open your eyes Kat.” His hoarse voice commanded her, “Open them and look at me.”
It was a struggle, but she managed to get her head back on top of her shoulders and she looked at him. Eyes like ice coffee caught in the glowing embers of the candles looked back. His intense stare trapping her and suddenly she found herself unable to look away had she tried.
“Never look away Katianna.” He thrust harder now, his hand gripped tighter on her hip, the other moving from her throat down to join the other. “I love you so much. I’m never going to let you go. Do you hear me? I’m never going to let you go.” His breath labored to get the conviction out. She could see he was as deeply effect by their sex as she was. That somehow being inside her overwhelmed his senses and he melted into her just as she did into him.
Both hands gripped her hips, fingers that felt like they would bruise her and yet he never did. His gasps becoming needy groans. “Who do you belong to?”
“Dominus—” she whimpered—he was pushing her over the edge. She was going to drop and the wave was so high.