Becoming His Slave (17 page)

It was near the night’s end when Amelia came barging in on Trenton’s booth. With no warning, no requests and she was furious. “What the hell did you do to her Trenton?”
Not Dominus
.

Trenton eased his sub from his feet as he got up from his seat, dropping the stack of papers he was going over on the table, his eyes narrowing on Amelia for barging in on him like this, but he kept his calm. “To what
her
are you referring to and perhaps I can tell you and then you can explain to me why you would dare to raise your voice at me Amelia.”

“Cut the shit Trenton, I’m talking about Katianna.”

That changed every approach of their conversation, “What’s happened?” He was suddenly concerned recalling the little tussle he had with Cliff earlier over turf.

“She’s been in the booth all night and hasn’t written a single word and she has a deadline coming up. The waitress said she’d been in there all night sulking, close to tears and Derek said he saw you talking with her earlier. So I want to know what you did.”

Trenton didn’t answer, but rather brushed past her, “Stay put.” And he headed out cruising along the raised platform along the VIP booths; he spotted Katianna standing just outside of Amelia’s and zeroed in on her. Katianna caught sight of him and took off for the front. Trenton sped up brushing past the bodies that crowded the club until catching up to her in the hallway and bounded in front of her “Not so fast.” He threw his arm out blocking her. Katianna stepped back and he closed in, backing her up into the corner and had his arms up firmly planted on the wall at her head to either side, pinning her in place.

“If I’m going to be blamed for something then least you could do is explain why.”

Katianna’s eyes shot up at him in shock and shook her head with a faint jerk.

“I’m not letting go till you do.”

“I don’t know what you are being blamed for. How can I answer when I don’t know that?” She was pouting now, but it was a fearful pout not the spoiled—
I need something
— pout he loved so much.

“Amelia says you haven’t written anything tonight and she blames me for it. Was it so bad for me to take your breath away this evening?” His dark voice coiled around her like warm need. She could feel it on his breath, feel how it made her body respond. She dropped her head back. He took so much more than her breath, and he didn’t just take, he stole— and never returned them.

“What happened after I took your breath? What happened that I’m being blamed for, Katianna?”

“You walked away with it.” And the tear streamed down her cheek.

She might as well of stabbed him in the gut with a blade when he saw the tear cascade down her face. It ripped at him, that just drawing close to her would hurt her so terribly.

“May I go now?” She whimpered quietly. —
Mother May I?
—

She may not play the Sub, but she was always submissive with him, she never tested his control of her—over her surroundings. She let him lead and manage her even when she wasn’t aware of it. Even now as she stood backed into the corner tortured by him, she gave him the reins.

Trenton straightened, taking her head in his hands and he wiped under her eyes with his thumbs, wishing he could wipe away the pain he’d caused. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. He was just dying to be close to her. Four years he’d waited for her to come around and not once did she show any interest in him other than friends. It was destroying him, he wanted so much more. He hadn’t seen her in weeks and when he saw her this evening he had to go to her. Yet when he heard the faint gasp from her lips, he had loved the sound so much his cock throbbed and ached to make her create the sound again by other means.

Even now as he stared down at those sulky eyes, her pouty lips, all he could think about is kissing her.

Time seemed to stop; the world around them stilled. There was only her. His thumb caressed at her lips, the lips he wanted to kiss.

Katianna rolled her face in his palm—a caressing nuzzle and he stilled, his breath froze in his chest.

A response. A submissive one at that. His heart, stilled fractured by that single nuance, but his loins burst with a wave of warmth.

A response—it had been a response.
Oh fuck
he had to kiss her. His whole body was screaming for her now.

“Katianna?” Another spoke her name.

A hard breath escaped him when the voice interrupted his decent. He felt the jerk in his body, felt the flinch in hers as well. It was like being ripped from a dream and getting slammed with a brake board. His eyes darted away from Kat to Amelia standing behind them. He could see the suspicion in her eyes. But he made sure she didn’t see what he was feeling at the moment. It would not have served him well to do so.

“I’m ready to leave Katianna.” Amelia spoke with an impatient chill.

Trenton could feel the fury in his chest, furious that Amelia would interrupt them just when he had finally seen some type of reaction from Katianna to his touch. He hadn’t made it up this time. And now it had been stolen from him.

He glanced down at Katianna, who was torn between looking up at him and over at Amelia.

“You’ve stolen much more from me.” He told her softly then stepped back to let her go.

His breath deepened. It was only a matter of time before he stopped waiting on her. Next time he was going to steal from her far more than just her breath.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

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FIVE SOURCE SECURITIES COMPLEX

Trenton was in his office trying to get the mountain of paperwork under control. He stared at his desk, at the stack of file folders on one corner next to the wire basket filled with yet another stack of files, then at the disheveled pile of papers that scattered over the rest of his desk. He wasn’t going to get shit done if he didn’t pick up an assistant soon for this. The event was just getting too big for him to cover everything by himself. He punched the intercom on the phone’s speaker that would buzz Stephanie up at the front reception desk.

“Yes.”
Her typical sarcastic tone came out from the speaker on the office phone
.

“Have you confirmed with the Montauk Gardens Resort for the auction?”

“Yes. Everything is on your desk.”

He looked at his desk,
hell
he’d been looking at it for the last half hour and nothing on it said anything about the Gardens reservation. He shook his head, piercing his lips,
everything
was an understatement. “What about the file on the Island Resort?”

“Also on your desk.”

“You know I think we need to start leaving all the shit on
your
desk so I can find stuff easier.”

“I’m not the one who has to go over everything.”

“Get in here—” his command dragged. He’d never get through all this if he didn’t get it under control now. And there were still more applications coming in.

“Marcus already has me working on some things it’ll have to wait.”

Trenton let out a hard huff, aside from the building complex he shared with his brothers, Stefanie was also shared and she had a knack for using it to avoid certain duties. But then working for four men running four separate companies could keep a girl busy, but no way did they ever acknowledge it to her or they’d never get her to do anything. Still he had to admit—silently of course, so it couldn’t go to her head—she did a damn good job of handling them.

However at the moment she wasn’t being of any help to him at least not with his duties as Dominus.

Being Dominus wasn’t about being top dog at the club—that had almost nothing to do with it. Club Pain was kids play to what he did and his title came from how well he was at it.

At the Club if you wanted to find a Sub or Dom to play with, you pretty much did so on your own. People got together for a night and in the morning its back to being the nurse or mailman or student. Back to the kids and the traffic and the bills. But for true members of B&D, just because the sun came up didn’t mean all those dark desires went with the night. You still had your Subslave to care for or Master to please. And that’s where Trenton came in. He had an extensive rotary of Sub-servants and Masters and he paired them up upon requests, a B&D match maker to say.

So it was necessary for Trenton to pick through their lives with a fine tooth comb to ensure the Masters were well trained and would not harm those in their care and could provide for them properly. And he had to make sure the Slaves were ready for such a commitment. Even a weekend of total surrender could be over whelming.

Right now his desk was loaded up with submissions for his biggest event
the Elysian Field’s Banquet
where those in want could bid on some of the top Slaves available during the auction event.

Some of the most beautiful and exotic men and women that have come to be handed over to another’s desires for a set amount of time and receive a hefty percentage of the auction price after they had fulfilled the agreement.

It was amazing how many people wanted this, wanted to surrender themselves to the experience. Trenton went through them all selecting the best, based on training, appearances, references and whether he thought for certain they were ready for this.

The selection for the Slaves to be auctioned at this year’s event had been completed two months ago with a program made out with photos and short bios, usually written up by their trainers and sent out to perspective buyers. Now his desk was covered with the demands and this year the demands had gone up. So much so, he was forced to reopen the window for Slave entries just to come close to fulfilling the demand of buyers.

The Elysian Fields Banquet was an auction event that provided the ultimate in sexual servants and he held it every two years. Now on its fourth Bi Annual, the event was growing.

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Katianna scooted up in her chair next to Amelia at the café after Piper picked her up at the estate to bring her in for lunch with Amelia. As soon she sat down, a waitress was bringing over a plate of food. “Hot cappicola, salami and ham?”

Amelia pointed the plate towards Katianna, “I hope you don’t mind. You always get the same thing when we eat here so I went ahead and ordered.” She glanced up at her driver, giving him a friendly smile. “Piper if you want to go ahead and eat that’s fine. We may not have another chance to stop after this. I have several errands to make. And make sure to have the waitress add it on my ticket please.”

“Ya ma’am.” He responded with a drawn out Jamaican accent, then excused himself as his eyes spotted a table against the wall were he would still have a clear view of the them as they ate and he quickly moved to claim it.

Katianna dug into her sandwich not the least concerned with the mess she made as its contents dribbled out the side. She was starving and she absolutely loved the sloppy hot subs and licked the oozing mixture of mayo and spicy mustard from her fingers.

Amelia couldn’t help take notice of a young man a few tables over watching Katianna suck at her finger tips with a drooling gaze. “Oh if he knew what you wrote in your books. I wonder if he would cum in his pants watching you with just that one added detail of info racing through his skull.”

“Uh
—hello? Eating here. I don’t want to know what some strange guy thinks of me.” Katianna stammered still trying to chew down her recent bite of her sandwich.

“And what if it was Trenton Leos was over there watching, then would you want to know?”

Katianna’s face must have turned a number of colors ranging from first white to a crimson red at Amelia’s suggestion. Not only did Katianna not talk about how flustered the man made her when he drew close, but that she fought desperately to hide any hint of her body’s desire for him. He liked to tease her, toy with her she knew that, but then what man doesn’t like to tug on a girl’s sex strings, just to hear them hum when
pluckt
, but that was all he wanted out of her. For her to show any interest would only complicate things, drive him to keep a distance from her and she didn’t want any distance between them. She’d take whatever and what little attention he gave her.

Katianna blinked at Amelia who was watching the color show of expressions on her face, and decided her only way out was to change the subject, “So you finished reading the book?”

She nodded also swallowing down a bite of her salad, but before Amelia could comment, they were approached by a large heavy set man. He wasn’t really heavy, but rather thick. But what caught Katianna’s attention most were his eyes. Small round beady eyes, pin points of grayish blue staring out from thick eye lids. And the malice that lurked in them had her instantly unnerved.

She didn’t even know the man—he hadn’t said the first word and already her eyes were searching for Piper’s location and she felt compelled to crawl away—not run—
no running for her
, but rather slither as quietly as possible to some unseen hiding spot in a corner
or under a rock
. Rock is good. She was still always the little scared-y-cat.

“So good to see you Mdm. Quinneth?” The man stepping up to their table greeted, a light Czechoslovakian accent in his voice, watered down from years in the states. He curtsied his head in a suggestive greeting.

Amelia was swallowing her meal down and quickly wiped at her mouth with her napkin in her proper mannerism, “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

The stranger folded his hands in front of him, those beady little blue eyes looking down on them. Again Kat looked for Piper making eye contact with him. Their visitor had not gone unnoticed and Piper had stopped in the middle of his lunch watching them very carefully and something about the posture of Piper’s hand just didn’t seem natural—
not
—relaxed.