Becoming His Slave (15 page)

She made new friends, American friends and when her new friends freaked when she confessed she was Marcus’s Slave, she wanted out. Marcus’ dreams were crushed, but he allowed her to leave, helped her get a place of her own and even set her up with some money to get by on till she could stand on her own.

Not long after, Marcus started dating Marissa. He met her at one of Dane’s parties and she was a Sub who at the time was curious about the life of B&D. After a year Marissa was ready to spend the rest of her life with Marcus, but when Marcus proposed to her to become his Life Slave instead of his bride, she flipped out and called off their relationship. Marcus had not been involved with another woman since.

Diesel watched as their brother fume down the hall and disappeared into his own office, then brushed Trenton’s door open.

Trenton was still at his desk, his face surrendered to his hands. The files that had once been on his desk now strewn out across the floor. There just wasn’t enough room in that troubled head of his to hear any more. So Diesel left him alone.

Heavy thing to dream of—owning a unicorn and once you’ve found one, how do you put a leash on it?

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CHAPTER SIX

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FOUR YEARS LATER

Dominus Trenton Leos—he didn’t own the club, but you wouldn’t think that by watching him. The way he controlled the floor, who visited who. He ruled the roost and no one ever dared question him. As Master of Doms and investor to his brother’s establishment he was the clubs top VIP. The plush VIP booth in the back of the club wasn’t just reserved for him, he owned it and he had unlimited access to everything inside the club, including its Subs.

He almost always had more than one Sub baying at his heels for his affection and depending on his mood he could make them wait it out all night before he ever crooked a finger in their direction. And that playtime would be in addition to the often present Slave in training.

All that aside, Trenton was probably the sexiest man Katianna had ever laid eyes on. And he had been the source of her story characters on more than one occasion. But her fantasy character, no matter how well developed she made them didn’t hold a candle to the real man. Trenton was flesh, blood and raw sex. And she’d give just about anything to taste all three of them. There was just one problem—she didn’t play his game.

“You know I could hook you up with a nice starter Sub—” the sultry voice offered from the woman who sat next to her.

Katianna turned to look at her publisher and landlord, Amelia Quinneth, “No Amelia, I’m fine without them.”

“Perhaps a Dom then?” She threw her a wink and Kat could have sworn she was making eye contact with someone on the outside of her VIP booth.

“Not even.” Her response curling up in a wavy tone to show her playfulness, but in no way did she want to be set up with any of the men Amelia played with. She would not relinquish her control to any of them, not that she had much to relinquish, but still.

“You know one of these days your lusty wishing well is going to run dry if you don’t learn to feed it one of these days—and then I’m not going to be at all happy.” She cocked a brow at her. She was always threatening she’d kick her out on her ass if her writing ever dried up. So far it hadn’t and since Katianna was working on twelve different books running simultaneously right now, she didn’t gander the well was running dry anytime soon.

“I get plenty of food for thought just watching. Besides if I had a lover where would I find the time to write?”

“I just find it highly disturbing that you can whip up such tantalizing details and never experience them.”

“Would you prefer I stop? I could possibly start writing science fiction or perhaps children stories?”

“Don’t you dare or I truly will throw you out on the street.” Amelia’s green eyes fired up with a tumultuous dare. It was one of her sexier looks. Especially under all those waves of wine dipped hair. Like a fountain of merlot being poured over ivory skin. At 46, Amelia was still hell in high heels, a shrewd business woman and desired by many men, looking for a match that filled their cocks with lust, but without making them look like they were robbing the cradle. Who said over forty was old, not to look at Amelia—she was exquisite all the way to the finest details.

Katianna’s lips curled into a wicked smile, she knew she would win this round, she always did. Amelia could argue her to the wind about her means for writing, but threaten to take the literature treat away and Amelia would fold every time.

“Eyes down here comes your Dom now.” Katianna teased her boss as she spied the older man coming their way.

“Fuck he’s early.” Her hands pressing her hair then doing a quick check over her super tight fitting satin dress that squeezed and pressed as good as any corset and held her well cared for D cup’s in voluptuous perfection. A small gold ring just barely visible dangling from a chain between her legs, giving a teasing hint to the erotic jewelry hidden further up.

Carlton Dandricks was the Dom flavor of the week. Amelia had a taste for playing Sub, but her business mind had a way of having damn near every detail planned out long before it ever happened. The Doms called it
topping from the bottom.
And not generally tolerated by most Doms, but you didn’t get to Amelia without it.

Amelia was rich, old family rich. Aside from the family business she worked hard to keep under management that dealt mostly with European trade markets consultation, she also ran several smaller side businesses to suit her fancy that included a fashion line with some of the top designers in the country and a publishing house. That’s where Katianna came in.

Amelia discovered her by accident when Katianna left her iPad behind one day and the person who found it got nosey. Her would-be gadget rescuer, forgot about returning the iPad after losing an entire afternoon at that coffee shop reading one of the stories Katianna had been proofreading on it. The pad then got shuffled around from one friend to the next till it landed in Amelia’s hands a month later. Amelia had a nose for these things and since the story was delivered with an already growing fan base she knew she found a winner before ever reading it, but once she had, she was hooked.

Amelia had set her sleuths out to find the owner of the iPad and that was how Quinn’s Lovely Publishing became her publisher. Soon after Katianna found herself the ecstatic author of five titles

Following the new high of her success followed a trail of lows, the loss of her five year relationship with Garret and the dark days that followed. The struggles of being on her own on a writer’s peasant income and then the day when fate had something else in store for her, her life turned upside down in the blink of an eye. At least she can safely say she escaped her would-be killer if not the head on collision with a red pickup truck.

She’d suffered through her injuries, seven weeks of having her jaw wired shut and the cast on her arm. And it took even longer for her abdomen and what had once existed inside to heal. But a certain man with unwavering control and unexpected tenderness had sat with her through the darkest part of that so she wasn’t alone. He’d seen her through then set her free. While it had been hard both physically and emotional she would never forget what he had given her.

The day she was released from the hospital Amelia gave her a safe place to land.
‘I’m not doing you any favors, this is simply business. I am protecting my assets
—
that being your writings
.’ Amelia told her when the detective that was working on her case drove her out to the East Hampton, estate.

So Katianna gave up her apartment with no remorse for its loss and moved into the single bedroom garden style guest house on the Quinneth Estate, complete with a stack of gifts made out to
Cinderella from Prince Charming
. And after she had time to heal she discovered she had a job, becoming Amelia’s personal companion escort to her more private affairs. And that’s how she’d come to be inside Club Pain and did so nearly every weekend.

Club Pain was Amelia’s sexual release. After a week filled with controlling men and staff and the world’s money market, Amelia found she desired more than anything was to give up all that control if for only a few brief hours in the night. When her lover made all the decisions of when and how she would be pleased.

Carlton paused at the glass partition that separated them from the rest of the club’s patrons, eyeing Amelia carefully as if to inspect her attire and her waiting position.

Amelia allowed the inspection, falling into the pose of the dutiful submissive. Her head tilted ever so slightly down enough to hide her eyes and still steal a peek if the temptation were too much to resist. Her hands clasped in her lap and her legs crossed at the ankles and tucked under shyly, and she waited.

When Carlton seemed satisfied he pushed the glass door open and stepped in. His gaze almost right away shifting from his intended to Katianna who was watching him like a mother hen would watch a fox.

“Your Dom should train you better. Your eyes should be down.” He warned her.

“I seem to have misplaced mine somewhere.” Katianna mocked him with amusement, which hinted that perhaps she played the
brat
in the game. But only
she
knew better.

Carlton turned ignoring her banter, his attention returning to Amelia, “Stand to your feet.” His command smooth but forceful.

Amelia got up, eyes down, hands clasped, a slight arch of her back pressed her breasts out for better viewing and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Nice.” He crooned. He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face to look at him. “Hard rules?”

“Yes—” Katianna spoke up to answer the question for her boss, it was a sure way to make certain the hard rules were followed, knowing there was someone else to take notes should they be broken. “You took her from me and when you are finished you will return her to me. No alcohol, no drugs, no blood, no marks, no blindfolds and no sharing.” Katianna dictated the rules in clear definition so there was no mistaking what they were.

Carlton only nodded as he pulled out a silk leash from his pocket attached to a rhinestone collar and slipped it around Amelia’s neck and fastened it, then led her out of the VIP room and across the floor towards the private section of the club.

As Kat watched them disappear up the stairs she suddenly realized Trenton was watching her or so it seemed he was as he stood just off the dance floor, leaning back on one of the pillars. One boot hitched up, firmly planted on the pillar he was leaning on and one hand resting on his thigh.

Katianna glanced around, but could not discern anyone else as his viable target. Katianna turned back to her computer, making a feeble attempt to get the words flowing from her head to her fingers, but the distraction out of the corner of her eye was corrupting her attempts. She finally just gave in and looked out at Trenton, catching his gaze. He had an odd expression on tonight. Come to think about it he’d had it for months now. Every time she turned around, it seemed she’d spot him looking over in her direction. His gaze so heavy it felt like a hand caressing over her body. It was enough to cause her to feel self-conscious.

She stared at him for the longest moment, till the rest of the room seemed to burn away and the burning seeped into the pores of her body, heating for the man who stared back at her. She swallowed hard, thinking back to the time she was in the hospital when he had given her something no man had ever given her. He had told her she was beautiful then and insisted she never forget. She never did.

Suddenly she had the story running wild in her mind and she quickly set about typing it all down.

Her fantasy running like a whirlwind in her mind and her fingers franticly typing to keep up. The sound of the dance floor spilling into the booth as the door opened and she shot a quick glance over her shoulder surprised that it wasn’t Trenton or Amelia. Rather it was Cliff Patterson.

“Hello Katianna.” The tall slender blond waltzed in like he owned the place, but she knew better. Unlike Trenton or Dane or any of the five brothers for that matter, if they came up to you and told you the world was theirs to dominate… you might be swayed to believe so. They just had that kind of aura around them. When they spoke their commands, women bowed to them… every time. Cliff however spent more time talking about himself and what he wished he could convince you were true of himself. Harmless, but annoying.

She ignored him, hoping to get the last few moments in her scene down before the interruption caused her to lose it all.

“I was hoping to lure you out of the cave for once.” Cliff went on.

“Sorry.” —
(type type type)
— “No. Can. Do.” Katianna quipped—
(type type type)
—

“You know I’ve been saving the best of me for you.” He stepped around hoping to get her to look up from her laptop and look at him so he could give her his best sexy domineering look. “It'd be a shame for you to miss out on such an opportunity to be at my feet when I become the new Dominus. After that I might not offer again.”

Oh please
—Katianna rolled her eyes at the thought.

Cliff dropped his hand on her leg where she had them propped up on the table and she instantly jerked away from his touch. “Don’t touch me.” She snapped quickly, but kept on typing.

She didn’t look up, didn’t give him that benefit, but her eyes did follow him. She clenched her teeth rolling her lips in with building frustration at the forced intrusion. She just wanted to get her scene down. The one that had been eluding her all night because of her own distractions. Now that she was on a roll she sure as hell didn’t want to be interrupted by Cliff.

It was like she had a sign on the booth that said—
tonight’s challenge the un-get-able-get
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Miss Katianna Dumas. Who will be the winning Dom tonight?