Becoming His Slave (50 page)

“Then beg.” He was still Dom. She might be taking his control from him, but he didn’t give anything away.

Katianna rolled her hips into him feeling her body whetting for its own release. The fabric of her jeans and her panties forcing her petals to part each time he met her grinding, searing the hooded cluster of nerves trapped inside fabric. She couldn’t stop the whimper that passed her lips as she felt his teeth tighten around her nipple again. Damn she was so close and only from him sucking at her hard tips, but it felt so good, like nothing she had before. Not like this, not with such heated lingering, hungry passion. He licked at her like he was capable of making a meal out of her and she felt her clit exploding from surging discovery.

“I’m already going to pay.” Her thighs tightening with a strained shiver in her muscles as she clamped around him.

“Beg anyways—” Trenton pushed back and bucked up against her. He wanted to watch her, his hand flattened against her chest to feel the tightening of her body then the violent ripple that rattled through her like an earthquake that had been lying dormant too long. Pressure over layers of pressure threatened to break free from the crust that had formed to keep her body’s needs in check while there was no one to kindle them into life.

“Oh god please.” The words ripped past her throat in a shattered breath. “I want to know I please you.”

He wasn’t sure if that was her begging or just her repressed orgasm, but who was he to deny this pretty light thing that he desired after for so long and was suddenly melting in his arms over something so small and had willingly begged, even if it was going to make a mess of him.

His hands gripped at her hips and dragged her against his body and thrust his hips up slamming against her mound caught behind her jeans. But damn there was no denying he could feel her, feel how wet she was under there. Such a waste when he could be sipping up her dew and taking her to new heights all over again.

Her nails simultaneously raking down his chest, something he never let any of his Subs do to him, but it was the trigger and he let it take him. The stinging sensations launched the flooded wave of warmth that cycled down his chest into his balls, drawing them tight then shot out. His hands locking down on her hips as he ground against her and let out a gasping growl, then surrendered to deep heavy breaths. He felt the warmth spill out against his skin soaking the inside of his pants, but at the moment he didn’t care. The release had been so exhilarating he just didn’t care. That is until he felt her move from his hands, he fought to open his eyes watching as she slid down to the floor between his legs. Her lips kissing a trail down his chest in the access of his unbuttoned shirt. Her hands unzipped his pants pulled his shirt away and her lips began licking him, lapping up ever savory drop of his male essences.

“Oh damn baby—you gotta stop.” But he didn’t have the strength to push her away. “You’re going to be thoroughly pissed off at me tomorrow.”

“Mmmm—” she hummed against his skin and he had to admit he liked how that felt. “You taste so rich—” her tongue lashing over the tip of his cock as the swollen cap peeked out from under the denim flaps of the front of his jeans and jumped at her touch. He was still hard ready for more. And getting harder as he felt the flickering dance of her tongue across his abdomen lathing across the soft sensitive skin, stopping to suck at it lightly with hungry, desperate kisses. She devoured and seduced his senses with her hot moist kiss.  He was drenched with the need to have her over his cock just the touch of her mouth against his skin had him jumping to have it, robbing his self control. She knew he had a weakness for oral, she had to of known. Now she was going to push him to break his promise.

“Oh god Kat. God it feels so good.” His hands pushing at his jeans to open them further.

A sound disrupted his mind, racked against his nerves like sandpaper, till his brain finally comprehended what the sound was. Someone was tapping at the glass, just as she was preparing to devour his hard shaft into her mouth, her tongue circling around the engorge gland. Trenton let out an anguished growl, his fists clenched, pulled him to his senses. He growled again, forcing himself to push her away and let out an escaped windy breath. If she took him in her mouth, there would be no pushing her away. Not a herd of elephants or a war outside his door would tear his attention away from her.

So this was her idea of a Sub seducing her Dom? Okay so she threw him for a loop, this salacious little imp that had been hiding inside her all this time was showing her face and he’d definitely enjoyed it—to a foolish level at that. Trenton pushed to his feet stuffing his still hard, bad boy back into his jeans and zipped him up with a flinch of discomfort that sent a grimace to his face and he grumbled. He turned Katianna to kneel at the sofa keeping her back to the door and attempted to return her bra and shirt to their original position to cover her keeping her from being seen directly till he knew who was tapping at his door. Her eyes hungry and stoned staring up at him and the lips swollen a red kept him from stepping away and he bent down delivering a deep probing kiss then gave a tug at her lip as he pulled away. Pale blues blinking up at him with sultry anticipation and he growled again.
Shouldn’t have made that promise.

“Don’t move.” He whispered in her ear before stepping for the door.

Trenton only cracked the door open slightly and peeked out to find Dane, “Fuck Trenton please tell me you have her with you?” 

Trenton dropped his head against the tinted glass, he knew right then he was in trouble. “Yeah I have her.”

Dane twisted as if to turn away, but then shifted back with a surprised look of disbelief on his face, “Wait! You do?”

Trenton ran a hand over his face and through his hair, “Yeah I do.”
Damn
. That knowledge of
trouble
part was starting to really sink in, he was suppose to be taking care of her, watching over her with the promise he’d not take advantage of her. That did not mean he was suppose to let her do the advantage taking and now he was going to be nailed for it. He backed off opening the door some more, just enough to let Dane sneak through then locked it again.

Dane took one look at his brother then at Katianna seated down on the floor who was glancing over her shoulder at them with a sultry and drunken look and rather proud of whatever trouble she’d just gotten herself in.

Then he shot a much stronger questioning glance at Trenton, “What’s wrong with her?”

“Somebody spiked her—one of Amelia’s guests.”

“Oh shit Trent and you took advantage of her?” Dane wasn’t one to get angry very easily, but he sure as hell would punch Trenton for the act anyways.

“No! I didn’t.” He stepped back a bit just in case Dane was delivering first and questioning later. “But she sure as hell made it hard on me.”   

“Yeah I can see you tried really hard to resist.” He glared after Trenton, his hands tightened at his sides. He was thinking long and hard on punching him just for letting it get this far. Probably the only thing that was stopping him was that Trenton made no other excuses for it, and his face showed he’d gone too far already. Nor did he attempt to deny he would deserve any beating he would get from him tonight. “Amelia is ready to head home.”

And with that came another rap at the glass door. It was Amelia, looking tired and intrepidly impatient.

Trenton and Dane stepped out rather than letting her in and tried to gracefully explain Katianna’s condition.

“What do you think she was drugged with?”

Dane shot a look at Trenton; they hadn’t gotten that far in the conversation.

Trenton rubbed at his chin, “Ecstasy or one of the date rape drugs, I’m guessing.”

Amelia’s shoulders slunk at the information, “Oh Trenton you didn’t?”

Trenton was quickly pulling his hair back, “No Amelia—I didn’t.” He was almost too fretful in response, but hell he had come so damn close. “But let’s not forget it was one of your guests who did this to her.” That was one fact he was not going to allow to be forgotten.

“So what am I suppose to do with her? I don’t know how to tend to someone on drugs Trenton.”

“It’s okay. I can take care of her and bring her home.” And after some careful explaining of just how Trenton would care for Katianna, Amelia instructed her driver to take her home leaving Katianna in his care with the promise he would not take advantage of her no matter how much Katianna thought she wanted it. She was doped heavily and it would not be fair.

Trenton didn’t need to be reminded of Katianna’s condition, but took it because he could use a reminder that he could not act upon her advances as much as he was dying to give her everything she would ask for. And he didn’t have to be told it would be better or at the least, easier on him to get Katianna out of the club.

Or so he thought, and even getting her out of the club turned challenging for him as her hands took on a life of their own. And he had to take over those too, as they headed out.

Trenton lifted her up in the Conquest Knight just as he had done so in the past, but before he could close the door her arms were wrapping around his neck and he paused for her. His fingers brushed the hair from her face and touched her cheek. Then leaned in kissing her, fighting back the hunger for a deeper kiss. He just needed to get through tonight, but after this he would not stay away any longer. “Come on let’s get you home before I end up in more trouble than I’m already in with you.”

Katianna sat up front quietly for a bit, but once they were on the main highway heading out for the Hamptons she was working to find a way to reach his lap from her seat. The console between them was far too large of a barrier for her to overcome so forgoing any grace she blatantly crawled over and slipped directly into his lap.

Trenton didn’t even try to stop her. He was beyond desperate to have her in his arms again. Starving to feel her body against his and was willing to risk his control to have her as close as she could be while he had the chance, “You should have taken your jeans off. I could have made this a lot of fun for you.” He cajoled, his hand sliding between her legs as she settled into his lap and clenched at the inside of her thigh, pressing the back of his thumb against her already swollen mound still trapped in the tight fitting jeans.

“Too late. This things a fucking mountain.” She slapped at the console she had to climb over and not so gracefully just to get where she was.

“I don’t want to hear language used that way from you.” He huffed exaltedly; he hated hearing the word used in such a non-provocative way especially from her sweet lips. Kat little the small reprimand roll right off her hands dialing towards his pants to get them open and her fingers were doing their best to wrap around the thickness of his erection that was all the eager to be released again. Katianna was soon pushing herself down between his legs. His foot quickly coming off the accelerator and pushed at her feet as they reached the floor board to position them safely to the left of the pedals, before stepping back on the gas. One hand locking on the steering wheel, while the other guided her head, despite his better judgment to let her.

“This is probably a bad idea—” he tried to tell her, but his conviction was lacking.

“It's okay—" she licked at the engorged broad tip with a feathery glance of her tongue. “We’re in your tank, remember?”

“Yeah—that’s what I’m afraid of—” he let out a hard breath at the touch of her tongue, “We might run somebody over and—
ahhh
—I’ll never even feel them under the wheel.” But the protests were gone when he felt her hot mouth glide down over his shaft till he hit the back of her throat. The truck revved and he quickly managed enough sensory to back off as her wet touch stole his breath away.

Warm moist lips encased his steel cock while her tongue whipped around the rod like a little demon. She licked and coiled around him then drew back to suck at the enlarged flange, teased the piercings, sipping to flavor the droplets of clear fluids that wept for her then sucked the thick shaft down as far as she could take him. She groaned with the pleasure of his taste, earthy and completely male.

Trenton was large; he was far larger than her previous boyfriend and tasted twice the man as well. It was like midnight, erotic and foreboding and at the moment he was all hers. His cock thick and heavily veined, even her fingers couldn’t wrap around him as she stroked him with a tender hug of her grip. He was silk over hard iron and she loved the sensation his size stirred in her loins.

“This is one of your favorite pleasures, is it not?” She gasped, while she met the challenge to suck and lick at him with all the attention she could lather over him and to be sure no part of him was deprived. She pulled her mouth’s embrace to the sides with a wet fury of her tongue lathing over every inch of him.

Trenton’s body tightened, his hips jerking as though he wanted to do nothing more than thrust into her mouth just as he had grounded against her body earlier.

“Damn you.” He growled. He fought to keep some part of him focused on the road while the rest of him wanted nothing more than to sink into the pool of sensations she was creating around his cock. She worked her mouth over the tight skin of the engorged head. Sucked it to the back of her mouth, flicking her tongue against the sensitive underside and moaned at the dark arousal filling her when his hands clenched in her hair.

Damn she felt so good her mouth so succulent, it was killing him. He wanted to watch her; he was so close he needed to see as she swallowed her prize when he came in her mouth. His loins surging with waves of elation. She was intoxicating. She was right this was one of his favorites and he was very particular about it, if a woman wasn’t good at it he’d stop her just to prevent the disappointment. But nothing in Katianna’s tongue was disappointing right now. Spiraling wet heat wrapped around him taking him all the way in. She licked down his sides, sucked at the soft skin at the hilt of his shaft and back up to suck him back into the euphoria of her mouth again. Leaving nothing untouched as she devoured him. So this was what girls did with lollipops. His favorite pleasure had just been elevated and he was addicted to it.