by Talon P. S.
His hand quickened in its pace, stroking faster and harder. His wrist rocking over the tip of his cock each time then back down. He was getting close, “Don’t move.” He reminded her. She didn’t want to stay still, but did as she was told watching. His breathing breaking up into shattered pants, even the pitch bent up and she loved how it sounded. So alluring, she could feel the heat pass right through her like little throbs of need building up in a wave of anticipation. Her ears and heart glued to the pitch of his panting as he drew closer and closer to release. She never knew a man could sound as sexy as he did just seconds from coming.
Her thighs tightened around him, she couldn’t stop her own body’s reaction as she rocked up against him, his grip on her hips tightening keeping her still.
His head kicked back into the pillow and within seconds, thick ribbons of ejaculate roped over his abdomen and chest in stark contrast of white on deeply tanned skin. He let out a deep groan that rattled in his chest as he shuddered, lost in an orgasmic thrall.
Kat reached down sweeping a finger into the frothy spunk, but like lightning Trenton caught her by the wrist, instantaneously alerted from his euphoric haze. “Bad Kat.”
That time the Cheshire cat grin got away, because she was certain he had all kinds of naughty things he wanted to do to her. But what she hoped for didn’t happen as he reached for one of the hand towels they kept next to the bed and wiped himself off, still holding her wrist and forcing her to watch as he wiped away the evidence of his released prize. Letting the towel drop to the floor he turned the bed lamp off then rolled to his side taking her with him. His arms coiling around her pinning her in his embrace and snuggled down with every intention of going back to sleep.
“Trenton what are you doing?”
“Going to back to sleep for another hour before I have to get up for work.” His eyes never opening as he answered her.
“But what about?”
“You?” He cut in, his eyes still closed. “As of now you are on restrictions.”
“Restrictions? What kind of restrictions?” She twisted, a growing alarm heating her face. She didn’t realize she was going to get into trouble for any of this.
“No release for you for the next week.”
“What?!” She twisted further in his arms to glare at him. He wouldn’t dare—would he?
“Make it two.”
“Trenton! No.”
“Shall it be three?” One eye crept open daring her to keep it up.
Katianna clammed up, biting her tongue to complete the effort and it all turned into a deep scowl on her face.
“Steeling is not allowed in this house, you’ll get use to it.”
“AH!” She gaped.
“Last warning.”
Again she clamped her lips tight, and kept silent, watching him drift back to sleep. Scowling at the damnable smug smile on his face, the true arrogance of a master. The only real thing stopping her from putting on the water works was she was a closet masturbator, meaning she knew several ways to cheat out small releases with little effort and likely without him finding out.
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Going two weeks without an orgasm was bad enough, making it all the worse was Trenton delighting in teasing her. Bringing her to the very edge, always withholding the final tipping that would send her into her release. Even today he started their morning off teasing her and continued to do so throughout the day. And she still had three more days to go before the tight sanctions would be lifted. Oooo—she hated men with such cavalier control.
It was only to some unique chance of luck, Trenton got stuck with having to sit in on a conference call when she had an appointment for laser hair removal and planned to run a few errands afterwards.
One of Trenton’s men, Payton ended up driving her and he didn’t know anything about her restrictions, nor did he try to hover over her as she grabbed a few things at the drug store. She’d even gone as far as grab a box of Tampons and just as she suspected Payton diverted his eyes, so he never noticed when she also happened to buy a pocket vibe.
As soon as Kat got back, she shot passed Trenton’s office door and slipped into the bathroom. After fighting with the packaging some, she finally got her new play thing free. Her body already tingling with anticipation. It would be a cheap thrill compared to Trenton’s touch but she’d take what she could get right now, She’d just pulled the battery guard tab when—
“What are you doing?”
Katianna spun on her heals, her hands thrusting behind her back with the small finger vibe hidden in her clutches. “Nothing.” But she knew her startled expression was a dead giveaway.
He took a step closer, “What do you have behind your back?”
“Nothing.” Surprise giving way to concern. She knew right away she wasn’t going to get out of this.
“Let me see.” He took another step closer and held his hand out.
“No.” She twisted to keep him from reaching for it.
His gaze tightened, but she could make out that tell tale smile. The lion did love toying with his mouse. “You want a spanking?” He warned her.
Katianna’s hand flew out instantly with the small item clutched in her fingers, but she didn't completely reveal what she had and as he peeled her fingers open her face flushed red with embarrassment.
He took the small vibrator from her and held it up in front of her “And just what were you planning to do with this?” his voice dropping an octave or two and that just added to the elixir that got her juices going every time.
She shook her head, trying to fight back the tremble in her lip.
Trenton dropped the item in his pocket and took the last step between them till he stood over her, his body shadowing her. Katianna went to step back, but only found the wall. She didn’t remember the wall being there. Her head fell back as she looked up at Trenton; his tight gaze told her she was in definite trouble.
“Do you recall when we were in Paris and we went to visit my friend Fambleush?”
Kat nodded quietly.
“Do you recall what Donát’s punishment was for finding her own orgasm without permission?”
Katianna’s eyes widen, her jaw dropped open in fearful surprise that he would even suggest that she went two more weeks without being allowed to cum. “No Trenton.”
Trenton’s expression shifted, to what? She wasn’t certain, but it couldn’t be good, “No? You don’t recall? Or did you just tell me no, that the punishment is not acceptable?”
Katianna clamped her mouth closed and shook her head with a fretful jerk.
“Put your hands behind your back.” And as she did, he guided her hands till she was holding her elbows in each hand and he pressed her back against the wall to keep them there. His hands moving down to her hips and started to gather her skirt up to expose…
“Why are you wearing panties?”
Katianna’s fretting was quickly doing double time, “I put them on when I went to the doctors—” she shook her heads nervously, “I forgot to—” but her plea was silenced when he pressed his finger to her lips.
“Perhaps I should spank you with a paddle this time instead?”
Oh god—she really was in trouble.
Trenton grinned he loved how she came apart for him. How she had suffered through the past two weeks looking for ways to get a little something to end her torment. The jets in the pool were a sneaky one he’d just managed to catch her before she got her orgasm. It was too sneaky of her to think she could get away with purchasing the little pocket toy and escape the building need. Something he’d have to keep an eye on, but made for a surprising game. Something he had not expected from her, but look at her now—how sweet she looked shivering with fear and pent up need..
He yanked the panties down around her thighs then slipped his fingers between them to tease around her entrance, relishing the instant whimper he got from her.
“You’re so wet right now—I think twenty should do it.”
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bsp; “Twenty?” She stammered, while her hips eased forward on his hand, begging for his touch. “That’s not fair, Trenton.” She whimpered further.
“Then which shall it be, you disobeyed me. Will it be two more weeks without orgasm or twenty spankings?”
Katianna knew she was painted into the corner. The lusty lion standing before her with his eyes all lit up when the notion he was finally going to hear her ask for a spanking. She could never utter the words, but two more weeks of torture, not being allowed to cum? And as the fire in his eyes brightened she knew the torture was just about to begin and she felt his fingers slip inside her.
His fingers stroked up against the entry walls of her theca reaching deep inside her then slipped out to circle around her clit soaking it with the drenching silk and back in.
Katianna’s hip jerked on his hand, her knees growing weak under his touch.
“Stay still.” He warned, but she couldn’t prevent the clamping of her internal muscles as her need hugged around his fingers pushing into deeper regions and touched her most sensitive spots. His fingers prodded her walls with each quickening stroke and she could feel her release coming for her.
Trenton pumped his fingers in her, deep forceful strokes taking her to the very edge then abandon her at just the last second.
Katianna felt the complete withdrawal and she forced her eyes to open. She was ready to beg when she stilled just to watch him bring his fingers to his lips and he licked at them. God did he have any idea how that one act drove her crazy. That he should lick at her moisture as if he’d dipped his fingers in the cake batter and the expression that followed like he wanted nothing more than to eat her.
Kat let her head fall back once again against the wall, the inner walls of her pudendum clenching as she envisioned him going down on her. Oh yes that’s what she’d like. Never mind the two weeks without or the twenty spankings. She wanted to feel his tongue lapping at her and how he sucked her engorged clit into his lips and would bite gently on it with his teeth. Another shudder rippled through her—
“Stop.” The strong warning was paired with a poke in her belly.
Katianna’s head popped up, eyes flaring like a wild cat filled with the vision she had just created.
“Kat I’m warning you.” But she was already there, her thighs tightened as did the muscles in her aching pussy and then another shudder rocked out from her epicenter and she felt the wetness seep from her. She clutched over letting the tiny release shutter through her, if only she hadn’t let the Cheshire cat grin get away from her making her giggle with her success.
Out in the hall, the building filled with the echoes of girlish screams, just moments before Trenton came bounding out of the ladies room with Katianna thrown over his shoulder, “Just for that you’ll get five more right here in my office.” But from her position she couldn’t see that his threat came with a devilish smile of his own.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
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Trenton and Kat joined his brothers for the usual Thursday night dinner, before heading over to the club, minus Diesel this time.
“So where’s Deez?” Harper asked. He was always the last to know about anything half the time.
“He got involved in that Guardian Angel program at the kids cancer treatment center. I guess the kid he’s sponsoring is in for some testing. Supposed to take all day pretty much. So he’s over there.”
“How’d he get involved in that? He’s always busy at the VA center.”
“You know that kid Cliff that hangs out at the club?” Dane asked.
Harper shook his head. He didn’t spend enough time at Club Pain to know anyone.
“You mean our Dominus wanna-be?” Trenton grinned over it.
“That’s the one. Apparently a few years back he came home one day to find his folks had packed up everything and split—he had just turned nineteen.”
“And this has to do with Diesel how?” Trenton didn’t look up when he asked, just chewed his food thoughtfully.
“It’s his sister that has the Leukemia.” Everyone’s faces stilled, forks freezing in mid journey to their mouths. Trenton lowered his suddenly, “How old was she when they left?”
“Fourteen.”
“Did they know she had leukemia when they ditched out?” Katianna felt a deep sense of guilt suddenly. She’d never been mean but she wasn’t overly friendly with Cliff either, but she didn’t know this about them. Traumas at home had a way of giving a person sheltered personalities.
Dane nodded thoughtfully, “It was the reason they left. Guess they got tired of paying the hospital bills she was in for a bone marrow transplant from Cliff when they disappeared.”
“And you know this because?” Trenton asked.
“Cliff now has a lifetime membership at the club.” Dane sat back bringing his glass of burgundy with him and sipped at it thoughtfully, “Gave Diesel another ten grand for the sister.”
“That’s all?” Harper mused, Dane had a big purse and equally so were his hand outs.
“Why what’d you give?” Dane straightened with some amusement that he might have been out done by Harper.
“I gave him fifty grand.” Harper shrugged.
“Fifty?” Trenton raised an eyebrow with surprise.
“Yeah—” Harper shrugged again. “Diesel asked for a contribution. What the hell was I going to do with it?”
Trenton gave a slight shrug paired with a nod of understanding. “I gave Diesel fifteen along with a promise for another fifteen once I closed the books from the auction.”
“What about you Marcus, did you put in?” Dane asked seeing Diesel had obviously hit them all up.
“Of course, but I just ordered four more armored trucks so I only gave him 15 myself for starters.”
“You know—he is the better of us all.” Trenton threw at them. Of course Trenton was bias and they knew it. Really they all were, they always sided for each other against the rest of the world, but Trenton was especially close to his Diesel.
“Did you know who you were giving to when you did it?” Kat was curious if perhaps the conversation was leaning toward a post regretful decision.
Marcus and the others were already shaking their heads. “It would never have mattered if we did, when Diesel is collecting for a cause we give. No questions or doubts.”
“Cliff may be a brat in the club that doesn’t make his sister’s illness any less worthy of help.” Dane added, letting her know exactly where they stood. They couldn’t fix the whole world, but they could pitch in around them.
Kat smiled at him, hoping to hide her own tint of guilt. She always found Cliff annoying sometimes, the way he’d come after her, part of her wanted to take some of that back, not that she would’ve gone out with him. “So did all of you pitch in for Project Torch too?”
“Oh sounds like Ed and Walter have been talking too much again.” Marcus harped up with a laugh.
Just then Trenton’s phone was going off. He checked the ID, it was one of his men. They knew it was dinner night for the brothers, so there must have been a reason for them to check in, “Whatcha got for me Simon?”
“Boss there’s been a shooting.” Simon’s concerned but well controlled voice came over the line.
“Althorn?” Trenton was immediately asking of his client’s welfare.
“He’s safe. He’s fine, but a bystander took a hit.”
“How bad?”
“They’ll live.”
“Who’s bullet?”
“That’s the strange part—we don’t know. There seems to be an extra bullet in the equation, so ballistics is out here now with the lasers.”
“Where are you?”
“Still in front of the Battery Park Theatre, but we’ll be heading for precinct eleven shortly.”
“I’ll meet you there.” He hung up, waving Harper to slide out so he could get out of the booth.
“Everything alright?” Harpe
r asked as Trenton tucked his phone away and slid from the table.
“There was a shooting involving Simon. Someone took a hit, but the shots aren’t adding up. I have to go in.”
“I’ll come with you.” Harper added.
Trenton paused, leaning over Katianna who’d slid around behind him. He kissed her forehead seeing the worried look on her face. “Am I coming with you?”
“No baby. I can’t take you.” He hoped to smooth the worry from her with a glance of his hand across her bangs..
“Go on I’ll tend to her.” Dane offered to keep Kat with him, “I’ll set her up in Amelia’s booth till you get there.”
Marcus followed in suite as Trenton and Harper were both up from the table now. “Guess I’ll take a jog over to the office in case you need anything faxed over.” He tossed some money on the table to cover the tip for their waitress.
Trenton touched his slaves face once more. “Go with Dane, I’ll catch up later.” He kissed her and headed out.
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Trenton pulled his cell from his pocket when he felt the vibrate go off. He knew it would be Katianna, but damned if he couldn’t get away after someone had taken several shots at one of his clients out in front of one of Broadways more infamous theatres and two innocent people were hit. Now he was caught in a police interview that more and more resembled an interrogation.
—Amelia is ready to leave. Where are you?— The text read.
Back at the club Katianna waited for his reply. Amelia had actually already left and he’d kill her if he knew she was standing outside waiting on him, but she had a headache and just wanted to be free of the club and was looking forward to being in his arms when he had not made it to the club to spend any time with her.
She fished her phone back out when it started ringing, “Where are you?”
“Hey baby—still stuck. I’ve sent one of my guys to come get you. His name is William. He should be there any minute for you.”