Becoming His Slave (49 page)

Trenton was both firm and gentle all at once. He knew and compelled control like no other she’d ever known and that he could control her without harm… she knew he would do it, but the way she wanted it was a very different matter then what he did. And she was struggling to get it out. When she had tried to talk about it before she got ridiculed way before she even got to the part that included her own body.

“The others did.” She murmured still uncertain, whether she could confess to him.

“I’m not the little boys you’re use to sleeping with Katianna.”

Katianna folded over him nestled against his side and laid her head on his shoulder, still toying with the lion charm in her fingers, she couldn’t bear to look at him while she told him. It had to be whispered and it had to be done so in the dark.

“I want a dominate male to claim me—like a mate. To be claimed like the wild animals do it.” She spoke softly.

Trenton sucked in a sudden deep breath; he thought for sure his heart would hit the floor when she said that. Not in four years had she made any indication or hinted that being a Sub was her fantasy, but she was telling him this now and finally he had some hope that he could make her his Life Slave. “And it’s taken you this long to tell me this? I’m the Dominus Katianna and I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. I’m pretty sure I can fulfill your wish.”

“Not the way you do it.”

Okay so he was stumped, “There’s another way?”

Her head popped up and she looked at him “Women do what you tell them to, simply because you’ve told them. Because they decided they wanted to be the submissive partner. I’m not a Sub. And I won’t give in just because you
told
me to.”

He knew better than that, he didn’t even have to order her she naturally followed his lead whenever he was with her, but she was confessing her deepest fantasy and perhaps there was more to it then what she was saying and perhaps she needed him to help her get it all out, “You know I don’t handle subversive Subs.”

“It's not like that.” Her eyes flickered down at the charm in her hand turning it to admire the carved details of the lion’s face. She rolled her lips thoughtfully. “It’s like the lion, even he has to chase his prey and sometimes it takes several chases to catch it.”

“Hunting. You want me to hunt you?”

Her eyes flashed with heat and that look had his cock pushing against his jeans. He’d never seen such heat in her expression before.

Katianna almost thought he was ridiculing her, but nothing in his eyes said he was. He was trying to be sure he had her facts straight. She glanced back down at the lion charm; there was more to it then the hunt. There was still the mating ritual—the claiming.

She slunk down in his arms again and let out a frustrated huff, "
God
, why do you have to make it so hard?”

“
Shhh
—easy, I’m not making it hard. You’re just struggling to say it, but I am listening—more then you know baby girl— oh I am listening.”

Kat took a deep breath and let it out slowly, it wasn’t just the struggle to say it out loud, but she didn’t know how to describe it either, not to mention her head was really not all there right now, or
she
wasn’t. She wasn’t sure which part was missing, and she was having a tough time keeping focused and her body was burning to press against him more. “Have you ever seen Lions mate?” Her mind separating again and letting the fantasy do the talking now.

“Perhaps on tv or something. Can’t say I’ve made particular efforts to watch it all the time.”

“When they mate, the female doesn’t submit right away. The male has to prove he’s stronger then she is and so she challenges him. It looks like their fighting, but they’re not. It just looks violent, because he has to enforce his claim to her. After he’s claimed her though, he’s very gentle. It’s funny to watch male lions, they act so proud and try to pretend they’re not paying attention to the female, but he is. He’s always watching her.

“What you’re talking about some would call rape play.”

Her head snapped up eyes tightened suddenly almost leering at him, “No! it’s not rape and it’s not play.” Half snapping, half pout. And he always loved how she pouted.

“But you want me to force you to submit to me? Use my bodily strength to claim you.”

Her answer was yes, but she couldn’t say it, it was one thing to want and feel—another to admit it and say it out loud. That’s why she wrote the stories she did, putting unspoken fantasies and forbidden desires down so a woman—or man, could read them, feel them, envision them without confessing them or even submitting to them in physical life—to explore and enjoy what those stimulations can do to the human body.

“I am going to take your silence as a yes.” He knew that’s what it was, shy women always had a hard time saying what was on their minds. And they’d never in a life time admit out loud half of what was in their head. That is unless they were under his dominance. Placed under restraints and a cane he could get a woman to spill her needs, Katianna wasn’t ready for that kind of experience with him. This he was certain.

But that everything else was coming to the surface and that she was opening to him at least part of the way giving him her cravings? Trenton’s heart was swelling. He’d picked her out four years ago on nothing more than a kiss on her hand and he knew then he wanted her and not one moment since ever deterred that desire. Now he knew she wanted a mate for life—him.

“I accept your challenge.”

Katianna bolted up right in his lap, her eyes blinked wildly at him. He’d accepted her proposal, not thinking that’s what she was offering, but hadn't she? She’d always dreamed of it, yearned for that kind of domination when a man showed he was the stronger, claimed her then tended to her needs while he sheltered her. Her friends thought she was nuts, but still her body craved that kind of wild animal connection with a man and perhaps why she wrote so many paranormal romances. She’d always known Trenton could do it. He was the Dominus and he had pampered her in ways she hadn’t even thought of. But she didn’t think he would ever accept her. Now suddenly here he was, willing to fulfill her needs and she found herself overwhelmed with a serious case of stage fright.

And then a particular thought struck him and it was like a charge of fireworks going off in his eyes, the way they suddenly glittered in an unexpected way. Even in her daze she saw it, “What?”

A laughing smile came about his face, “Something a writer penned a few years back. I always liked the phrase but never came across a situation or a person’s fantasy that fit the term.”

“What was it he wrote?”

“Stalking the wild submissive.”

Katianna remained silent. She didn’t need it explained to her, it hit home—deep home for her. Her fantasy romanticized in just a few words. Something she hadn’t been able to do, because she was so flustered by what she wanted. And she could also see how this appealed to Trenton in so many ways. She swallowed hard and felt the alluring heat rising between her legs. Either she was in for the
stalking
of a life time or she just handed herself over as a meal for the lion.

“But when I have fulfilled your wishes and succeeded in claiming you—you will be my Life Slave. You’ll submit to me in totality. Agreed?” His eyes searched her deeply.

Katianna could feel her heart pounding in her chest it was almost frightening to dream about something and suddenly it was staring you in the face. It was all she could do to just nod in agreement.

“Because when I claim you I have no intentions of ever letting you go. Do you understand—
mate
?” Again she nodded. Okay so she was going to be more than just a meal, but too numb to react in anyway other than to nod, like food.

Every nerve in her body was jittery now. She’d had friends that loved to sing and wanted nothing more than to be singers, but would never be one because they couldn’t gut it out to step out on the stage. Her breathe deepened, she was on the edge of that stage now. The choice was whether to stay back behind the curtain or take the step and let the lights shine.

Instantly she was all over him. Stage diving. Her body heated into something she could not fathom, that some strange communication took place between them and she was going to become his and he was going to be her fantasy. Scenes and scenarios from her creative mind played out in her head and she burned for his kiss. Her mouth came over his, kissed him like he had kissed her before when he was wild and out of control, gave him the kiss that had always took her breath away that terrified her because he could trample her with it. But she couldn’t do that to him, she knew he could take her, so why hold back.

Her tongue dancing past his lips over and over like a dancing wave to slip deep into his mouth to seek out his own tongue. Taste him. Drown in the sensation of his kiss, and the strong arms that practically crushed her against his body. Soon she was whimpering in his hold, fingers coiled into the edges of his shirt blindly trying to push it off his body.

Trenton soaked himself in her passion. She pushed him to give in to her need. And she definitely needed, her body ached to be touched, was starved for a man’s attention, his attention and damn—he'd promised. She had made him promise, but he couldn’t control all of him, he needed to have some part of her just a taste to quench his thirst.

He pulled her to his lips, sucked at them then dove into her mouth his tongue aching for her taste again and he speared past her lips to claim her own, to feel her tongue against his. His hands exploring her small frame just as she had done to his. Finding her perfectly small breasts hidden under her t-shirt and that wasn’t enough. His fingers finding the hem threading his fingers into it and pulled. Fabric rendering from his force as he shredded it up the center then shrugged it off her shoulders locking her arms in place. He stilled as the site of her filled his senses. Sun tanned mounds held with such care by the pale blue lacy cups. A bra he had purchased for her as a gift. Of course she didn’t know it had come from him, only that she had come home to find a box at her door step to his Cinderella from her Prince Charming, and in it a box filled with lacy lovelies and it had started with this one. It had caught his eye from across the store, as it was damn near the same color as her eyes, pale clean blue so pale they were almost white. He loved her eyes, so of course he had to buy the bra and that led to another and then another, by the time he was finished he had picked out nearly a dozen.

It looked so delicately tasty on her. The lace cup sheer enough he could see her nipples pushing right through it and they held her up with perfect delicacy. He tucked a finger under the gathered strap of chiffon and eased it off her shoulder like a caress then the soft skin of her arms as his fingers made a trail back to her bra cup.

She was watching him, so quiet and shy like. Pale eyes swallowed up by dilated black saucers, following his fingers till they pulled the trim of the balconette bra down to release the harden point that screamed for escape. And if the beautiful roundness of her small breasts wasn’t a delight enough her nipples were an extraordinary treat. The fullness of her breasts may have been barely able to fill a B size cup, but her nipples were beautiful pink buds that could fill a man’s lips. Perfect for sucking on.

There was no waiting—no easing her into his mouth. He dove onto the plump hard tip like a starving child, sucking it instantly into his mouth, his tongue brazening over it, rolling it playfully then sucking at it with a fierce hungry frenzy.

Katianna gasped at his taking, but rather then pull away, she arched into him, her arms lacing behind his head, hugging him to lock onto her. She was pushing up on her knees grinding into the hard shaft that he had no choice, but to keep locked away behind his pants, but she nurtured him to torment as she raised up to make her nipples more accessible.

His hands moved to caress her ass, filling his fingers with the tight round globes and squeezed crushing her even harder against his imprisoned cock while he moved to molest her other nipple first attacking it through her bra, threatening it with his teeth and tugged at it playfully.

Katianna gasped painfully, and without asking her fingers arrived next to his lips and pulled her bra down and shifted just enough to ensure he took her aching hard tip into his mouth. He sucked it in, then sucked beyond the areola. He wanted to devour her and he sucked her like candy, before easing back to taunt the engorged button with his tongue some more, dancing spirals around it and kissing it with suckling affection.

She tasted so sweet, the silky feel of her skin as he touched her as he licked at her desperate cravings he could only dream of how her nectar would taste on his tongue when he ate her and he had to contemplate if he could dare to try that far with her tonight.

He could feel her need; feel the burning between her legs. She needed to be fucked and fucked often. Of course he knew what she wanted and so did her body, but that would have to be saved for a time when her inhibitions hadn’t been striped by a drugged willingness.

He was getting dangerously close to losing his resistance to go too far. But he couldn’t stop. He had waited for her for years, no way could he stop. He wanted to feel her come and he forced her body to do so just by playing with her nipples.

He brought up a hand to tempt one nipple plucking at it between his fingers while he sucked at the other. While his other arm remained wrapped around her hips and burnished her down on the bulging erection under his jeans, his hips thrusting up to severe her senses.

“Cum for me baby.” He whispered before switching to her other breast and trading his arms out.

“Trade ya—” she gasped and she quickened her gyration against him steeling his control.

Damn
he’d have to come or she sure as hell wasn’t going to get out of this club without being taken advantage of and thoroughly fucked by him.

“You want me to come for you?”

“Yes.”

“That’ll make you happy?”

“Yes.” She hissed and whimpered in the same breath.