Becoming His Slave (13 page)

Trenton offered a playful grin at the irony of her concern, “Sweetheart your four foot eleven—everyone looks down on you.” He kissed her hand again, kissed her fingers, but he saw the sadness and saw a glimpse of that broken heart, she wasn’t going to be easily moved from her blue mood. He let go of her hand letting her say what she need to express.

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Yes so small I’m easily over looked but now if they do notice what will they find?
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She scribbled.

“What do you mean?”

But rather write her response down on the digital pad she waved her hand over her face and her brow furrowed.

Trenton studied her, seeing the conflict grow in her. She had such a simple beauty. Something he enjoyed. Her long wavy golden brown hair cascaded over her shoulders to the small of her back now spilled over her  pillow, a few layered tendrils in front cut level with her jaw line had her continuously blowing them out of her eyes. Those glowing pale baby soft blues. He loved her eyes how they looked up at him through long dark lashes. And then those pouty pale pink lips. All topped with a few light freckles on her nose. The times he had seen her she wore very little makeup and as he saw her now—past the bruises that had begun to heal he knew she would still be the same woman he went to bed with when he woke up.

But right now Katianna wasn’t seeing that, she feared what all women feared, that she had been disfigured somehow and she would no longer be attractive after this. She didn’t see what he saw only what she felt and right now she still felt the pain of her attack, the pain of her body trying to heal and the pain of being lost in the world.

“Let me show you what I see.” He whispered leaning over, kissing her lips, first just a feathery brush of his lips against hers. Damn he wanted her so bad, wanted to overwhelm her with his growing need to possess her.

Control. He reminded himself; he had to be gentle and easy. Not to hurt her and not rush her head-on with his hunger. She had enough pain, right now he wanted to give her nothing but pleasure. He pressed gently against her lips and sucked at them lightly.  He could not deliver the full flavor of his kiss while her mouth remained wired shut, but he could make her want it, make her need more.

“Let me show you just how beautiful you really are.” He eased up on the bed stretching out beside her and continued to kiss her, licking at her lips as his hands caressed the side of her face held her to him. His lips moved to caress at her neck and nip at her ear, filling it with the warm rasp of his breath. His hand smoothed over her chest till he found one of her breasts and cupped at it gently through the ultra soft microfiber fabric of her chemise. He heard the soft moan, felt her arch toward him and his touch grew firmer, pressing against her—always maintaining his control… firm, but gentle messaging. His thumb rasped across her nipple, luring the tip to hardening under his touch. Then circled it with stimulating pressure.

His hand drifted across her breast bone to the opposite side to deliver equal attention to her other breast then moved down—light tickling touches over her abdomen then slid between her legs. Fingers splayed out across delicate nerves of her thighs then drew up till his hand cupped her mound through the slinky fabric. He pressed his palm against the hooded cluster of nerves hidden under layers of clothes and instantly she arched further, moaning in his arms.

“Remember that night in the hotel?” Trenton whispered purposely against the shell of her ear as he slowly—teasingly pulled the hem of her gown up to reveal the panties he’d purchased and dressed her in.  “I watched you suffer that night, unable to bring yourself to release.” His words deepened, hot and breathy.

Katianna could hear his hunger and how he used it to manipulate her own. She had not forgotten that night in the room, her body was dying from the heightened sensations, there was no satisfying her body that night, he watched her—watched her tortured attempts to try and then had left. It would not have been appropriate had he stayed… though she would not have complained or resisted him had he done so. And now as his fingers slipped past the soft fabric of her panties, felt the electric jolt stream through her nerves at the faintest touch, she knew she would not resist now either.

Trenton’s hand shifted to her leg, dominating control as he commanded her thigh to open further giving him all the access he desired.

Calloused fingers slipping past her panties again, brushing over her labia, teasing the soft petals to separate. It was torture he moved so slow—too soft and too gentle. She tossed her head; already she needed to breath and struggled with it against the wires that held her confined. Her hips jerked, seeking a deeper contact.

“
Shhh
—easy baby girl. Let me show you how it’s done.” As her lips parted for him and he graced the rim of her entrance, Trenton felt the moisture already waiting for him as he teased the cleft of her sex. So sweet and ready, it amazed him.

The skin so smooth, she had been shaved that first time he gave her the sponge bath days after her surgery and he’d kept it that way as he bathed and tended to her, without ever knowing if that’s how she liked it.

He wanted those panties off her, wanted to watch his fingers slide deep inside. Wanted to see her wetness coat them when they withdrew. The panties had to go, but was unwilling to move from her side to draw them off gently. He hooked them into his fingers and in a tight jerk that sent her gasping ripped them from her body.

He smoothed his hand over one thigh then to the next, looking down at her. “So beautiful. I’m going to do to you what I wanted to do that night at the hotel.”

His fingers returned to her clit circling around it with a firm pressure but not quite touching then pushed apart the moist lips to edge around the rim then pushed in.

Katianna’s senses where instantly reeling, her breath clutched at the back of her throat with a desperate whimper as Trenton’s fingers thrust deep inside, parting the tight walls for his exploration. It had been all she had fantasized and more. As he stroked her, creating a wave of elation to build in a coiling sea around her. Her hips rolled up for him, she felt his lips on her neck—the caressing suckling of his mouth, as his fingers continued to pump inside her womb. Slow to forceful, dancing and lathing.

Oh god
she was going to die from this.

Waves of warmth rippling over her, melting her spine under his touch. She was helpless in his salacious command. Such sweet heightened ecstasy that threatened to diminish her. She wanted to cry out his name, but the effort took too much energy. She wanted to taste his mouth, Kiss. Lick. Bite. But could do none of these, instead she heard her lips cry something, so entangled in the wave of delight she wasn’t sure anything she tried to say was audible.

His fingers were fucking her with such elicit demand now, her whole body writhed with accelerating stimulation. She could feel the tight knot of white energy pulsing in her clit threatening to explode. His thumb coursed over it roughly, and she jumped. Her head raised tucking in his neck, she wished she could kiss him, actually she wanted to bite, needed to hang on—she was flying like a wind storm—tumbling

“Come for me Katianna.” He whispered to her, like sweet nothings.

His fingers grinding into her harder, sweeping the deepest reaches of her pudendum, demanding she obeyed him. He rammed into her once more and the storm crashed over her, her cunt clenched around him and thrashing her nerves. There was a cramp of pain, but the rest was pure uninhibited pleasure.

Her back arched violently, her finger nails from one hand found his back and bit into the flesh and she cried out as her orgasm ripped through her muscles with an intense ripple that left every inch of her body shaking in his arms.

So beautiful she was when she came in his arms, lost in his touch. He wanted to kiss her to break beyond the confines that held her to feel the caress of her tongue against his and to eat her lips. He wanted to be inside her to extend the orgasm of her body, but her wounds were still fresh she would not be able to take him so soon.

But he could taste her and suddenly that was all that mattered. “I need to taste you.” He whispered and slid his legs from the bed and pushed up to move down towards her legs, his fingers still caressing her sensitized walls, building her back up for another wave of pleasure.

The door to her room was pushing open. Trenton quick grabbed the blankets of her bed and pulled them over her. His hand stilled between her legs, but he did not withdrawal.

“You people should learn to knock.” He gave a heated warning of his annoyance to the nurse as she came to a complete stop inside the door, stopping to glance at him and the suspicious behavior. Her eyes darted from him to the location of his hand then to Katianna and the flush color on her face and the deepened breath between the two of them.

Trenton turned his attention back to Katianna leaning in close, “Look at me—” he commanded her, locking his eyes with hers, holding her in his gaze, and she felt his fingers press deep inside her once again steeling her breath, “Don’t ever forget how beautiful this is.” He leaned over her, kissing her.

Katianna knew she should probably be really embarrassed, but she was so controlled by his touch and the blissful sensation he caused her, she could feel nothing else.

“I need to take her down for another set of X-ray scans. They want to remove her pins tomorrow.”

Trenton pulled his fingers from under the blanket and brought the moist tips to his mouth and sucked them into his mouth. His eyes piercing into the nurse with tight amusement. Giving no shame of what he had been doing.

The nurse swallowed hard, blushing fiercely. “I’ll give you a moment to get her ready.”

Trenton watched as the door closed and he was quickly pushing the blanket from Katianna’s body. He would not let them take her before he had a chance to freshen her body, but first he needed her taste. His hunger for her tempting his control, it threatened to force his chest to explode. That something he’d felt the moment they’d met plowed through him and spun him about. It drove him to possess her. It wasn’t enough to say he wanted to fuck her. It wouldn’t be enough to be a sugar daddy and set her up with a nice condo to keep her safe and close by. Not nearly enough. He wanted the right to see her whenever he wanted, touch her whenever—
and however
—he wanted. Protect her, care for her. Call her his—always. There it was, the truth that had been simmering in his consciousness, the reason she was stuck in his head coursing through his veins. The feeling Harper accused him that he never had, but it was there and he couldn’t refute it with this one. It was why he was pursuing her so hard. Suddenly, he was slammed in the face with a dream, a desire he wanted, but uncertain he would ever have—it was crystal clear now that it could. He wanted her permanently.

But before he could get one step beyond admiring her body, or give her a taste of what he would plan for her or take from her, the young doctor Wheeler was barging in on them.

“Son of a bitch!” Trenton was snatching the blankets pulling them over her body once again, before anyone could see more of her then he was willing to allow. “I’m going to kill someone.” He mumbled moving up to kiss her cheek and hide his tormented face in her hair. He heard the giggle escape her. The sweet sound of her laughing voice was worth his outburst. He kissed her again, “Guess I have to let them steel you away from me for awhile, huh?”

He rose up and saw the brilliant glimmer in her eyes. That too was worth all of it.

“I’m sorry Mr. Leos, but we don’t allow that sort of behavior here and you’ll have to leave.”

“You may want to reconsider having me removed Dr. Wheeler.” Trenton’s gaze rolled to latch onto the doctor, “To do so would mean I’d have to bring in five of my armed guards to be stationed at all times in my absence. And I’d have to see to it they were armed heavily.” Trenton eyed him stiffly, daring the doctor to challenge him. “Now you know as well as I do you don’t want that.”

Wheeler let out a disgruntled huff, his eyes shifting to Katianna, “Miss Dumas if you’ll please hop down and get in the wheelchair so we can get you down stairs.” Wheeler chose to simply ignore the man.

“She’ll be out with you in just a moment Dr. Wheeler.” Trenton was adamant; he still had no intentions of having Katianna carted around the hospital until after he’d had a moment to wash her.

Wheeler walked alongside Katianna as the orderly pushed her in the chair. He was silent for most of the time, but she could feel his fuming disapproval of her, as if he had the right to harbor such judgments of her.

“It’s no wonder what happened to you.” He finally broke the silence to comment on what was on his mind.

Katianna shot him a look, “What do you mean?” she pushed her surprise past the wires.

“Shameful behavior only attracts more evil.” Wheeler refused to look at her.

Heat flamed in her face at the comment. “You don’t make love to your wife? Touch her to make her feel good?” She couldn’t believe he would even talk to her in such a way, but worse he was destroying the deep bliss Trenton had given her. At a moment when she was reaching her lowest, when she needed to feel something pleasurable—and that it came without a price made it that much more special. Doctor Wheeler’s cast meant to put her back down on the floor alone and vulnerably exposed.

“I’m not married Miss Dumas.” Refusing to let go of his admissions of what she had participated in.

“So you’ve never been with a woman, never attempted to pleasure her for her own pleasure and not your own then?”

Wheeler remained silent in his brooding. He’d been with women, but there was a division, some women were for having affairs with while others were for marrying. When Katianna had been brought in he had immediately decided she was the kind to marry. He didn’t really know why he had made such a decision perhaps because she was so small she seemed like the kind you wanted to take home and protect. But the presence of Trenton Leos had gotten him agitated. The domineering man was always around and when he wasn’t he had his guards at her door.