Becoming His Slave (52 page)

Calloused fingers breached the lace trim of her panties and stopped when he discovered the delicate curls of hair. “Hmm you don’t shave?” He kissed the side of her face with a rolling pressure of his head as he moved over her, the side of her face, her jaw, her neck pushing her head to the side to give him access to her neck and shoulder, “We’ll have to change that. Make it nice and smooth so I can spank it whenever I want.”

Spank? Kat’s face flushed under his desires and the blush spread down to warm her breasts. How the hell did he spark her like this? She was like kindling in his hands.

His hand pushed further down till his finger tips found the hooded little button of nerves and she flinch instantly, “Oh yes—” He groaned in her ear, “There you are.” Her spine melting away. Leaving her weak and dependant on his arms to hold her up. The weight of her head felt like lead as she dropped it back against his chest drift under a dizzy array of sensations.

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon. Then again you did promise me the chance to court you.”

“Court me?” Her eyes shot open. That’s right she came here to find out what happened last night. How quickly his seduction had stirred her to forget.

“For ownership of your body.”

His finger gentle teasing her clit, making her legs twitch and jump under his assault, then he pushed further down parting the lips so he could sample the dampness that was already building for him till he stopped and she could feel the grin spread across his lips, “I knew you had to have some more piercings somewhere.” His fingers exploring to find the twin set of labia hugs and then something else clasping the two rings together, something his fingers could not quiet identify. “What’s this?” He caught it between his two digits and tugged at it lightly.

“A lock.” She nearly whimpered as he used it to tap against her sensitive clit.

He hummed with laughter, pressing his lips into her shoulder and rolled his hips into her again, “Nice touch. So where’s the key?”

“Please stop.” She was panting now, his touch taking over her body, it was all too fast. She didn’t even have a clue what was happening. How did she go from always at arm’s length to under his paws so quickly? Something had to of happened last night, something she couldn’t remember that had changed everything between them. Only right now at this very moment, he was enjoying the new freedom while she was completely in the dark about it.

“Safe words?” He whispered in her ear, but when she said none he pressed into her again. Damn she felt good. He was dying to get inside her. He could feel her defenses building around her, felt the stiffening of her body. It shouldn’t have turned him on. He liked his women completely submissive, but it was, her body’s shields against him were corporal. Like the lock on her cunt, he would have to find the key to get in and claim her.

“You took advantage of me last night.” Her admission was meant to be stout had it not been the whimper that broke from her lips as he teased her clit further adding a little more pressure.

“I did not.” He dipped between her moistened lips with every intention of breaching beyond the piercings that held her labia closed.

“I said NO!” She shoved against the door, launching into him and she managed to jerk free of his grip, his fingers sliding from the cleft of her pussy, stroking over her clit before he let her jerk free of his hands. She faltered, gasping, her hands reaching for the door to steady herself as she whirled around to glare at him.

Trenton brought his fingers to his lip and licked the moisture they’d stolen from her body with a tantalizing tongue. Teasing her senses with the beastly stroke of his tongue. Like an animal just seconds before his teeth would sink in.

“You taste like exotic honey.” He shifted to circle around her, “Sweet hot pussy.” He purred.

Strength and resistance fled her.
Oh god
, she had never written such a thing. Not even on her most heated stories. She felt her body melt again. Was that even possible? To melt under the man’s control more than once in the same instant? Her head shook, she couldn’t handle this—she had no defenses to thwart him. He made her body protest her own control. He was cheating—
no
was
no
.

Trenton reached for her again, but something in her eyes—she was serious. “Do you need to insert any safe words here?” He questioned her need.

“Safe words—what is that? What the hell are safe words?” She was suddenly surging out—angry, hurt, she was fire now. The hot storm of hunger inside her had been wicked to life, tormented her without her expressed permission. She wanted to have some say in this. He was too much for her… he knew what he wanted, where she knew nothing, but fairy tales. He could whisk her away in his storm of unfathomable sensation, spin her about— touch and arouse her in ways she had never expressed or even imagined not even in her erotic stories. But when he was done with her when she was utterly spent—would she have any mental character left in her to survive standing on her own again? No. She already knew she could not survive him. The haughty lustful male energy that radiated from him made her certain of it. She wanted him but now that he stood here she was also scared of what he could make her feel.

“The safe words we all use, if I have approached your limits, to warn me or tell me to stop.” His own lust shifting to a deep concern for her well being and that surprised her, but not enough to cool her jets.

“How many more
no’s
and
stop’s
do I have to say for that to happen?” Oh god what was she thinking—the safe words they all used. It just never occurred to her to use them. She wasn’t a Sub, had never been or even acted like one. But he was very much all a master, he did use them.

“Red, yellow and green—those are the safe words, Kat.” But he realized the second he said it, she did not remember. He was a fool, she had been drugged last night he knew that, but she talked with him, told him her secrets. He thought for sure after being around him so many years that she knew them. He was so caught up in her, so aroused, he allowed himself to ignore the truth that she would not likely think to use them even if she did know them. “I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking that you would think to use them. Forgive me.”

“No I suppose that is my fault I should have known. But—”

“What Kat? Just talk to me.” He encouraged her to keep talking. He would talk. However long it took to help her understand what happened last night, despite the drugs in her was real between them and he fully intended to continue seeing her, wanting her.

“My lips were swollen when I awoke this morning.” She felt dizzy now, the adrenalin giving way to puzzled bewilderment; he wouldn’t even let her stay angry. She hadn’t even seen how he stole it from her, controlled her, shifted her. How had he done it? How did he control her so easily? Her mind whirled, some grasp of understanding she needed to hang on to.

Trenton swallowed hard. He already loved the feel of her lips and just the notion of them being swollen this morning had him aroused all over again, “We kissed. And we did quite a bit of it. Hell I came in my pants it was so fucking good.” He exclaimed before he thought better of it. He didn’t usually admit such attractions to a woman, but when he saw the blushing color appear on her face it was quiet worth the bold honest streak.

“I’m sorry, I was hoping you would have remembered—we talked last night we talked about a number of things—you went down on me—” he paused suddenly, he knew he was going to regret telling her. If she didn’t remember their conversation, she sure as hell wasn’t going to remember that, but he couldn’t very well lie and say it didn’t happen. “Your mouth was so hot it burned me. I couldn’t resist you.” He stepped in hovering so close without touching. So close, she could feel the heat of his body, how it affected her, made her so desperately aware that she was starved for such warmth. He circled her like prey then stood back weakening her still.

Her eyes snapped up to find his, “So you did take advantage of me—at some point I said
no
and you kept going because I didn’t say
red
?” But she couldn’t drum up any anger to go with it. He had already robbed her of it. He was in control here.

“No, it didn’t go that far, I’d already agreed before the drug had reached full effect that nothing would happen. You made it very hard for me to keep that promise, but I did not break it.” He was gentle with her now, swaying for her trust perhaps or just easing her into the truth. And the truth was she wanted him, she wanted him to take advantage of her despite the consequences.

“What happened after we left the club?”

“We stopped for some juice to cleanse your system of the drugs and a few muffins, I took you home, fed you and put you to bed.”

“And we didn’t do anything?” She knew better, it’d been so long since she fucked anyone she was certain she’d be sore from a wild drug induced uninhibited romp, especially with a man as confident as Trenton, but she needed to hear it just to be certain. She just wasn’t prepared for the response she got.

Trenton stomped towards her, grasped her hand with a quick jerk and brought her to his crotch pressing her fingers over the hard bulge there. She gasped, fighting the urge to close her fingers over the protrusion.

“Does that feel like I got any release last night?” He was almost growling with need it made him sound angry, but other than his firm hold on her there was nothing violent about his touch, just pure brute strength and a lot of hunger.

Katianna’s mouth was watering, trying to remember the taste of him, but could not conjure up the memory and she felt robbed of the treasure. That she had had this man in her mouth, lapping at the dark male flavor—she flushed, had she not brought him to satisfaction? Had she disappointed him? And that was instantly regretful, because she knew how he loved the sensation of a woman’s mouth, it was one of his fetishes. “Did I not?” She uttered the incomplete question under her breathe. Recalling how disappointed he had been the time with Marcena when she failed to bring him pleasure. Had she been a disappointment as well? Despite Katianna’s turmoil of all that was going on, it mattered if she was able to please him in return, after all—he sent her body flying. Like one of those fancy Chinese dragon kites that did all those fancy tricks on a warm, up draft. That’s what Trenton did to her.

“
Oh
—I came baby, but that wasn’t release that was only an appetizer—it only made me want you more.” He growled not bothering to mince words. That wasn’t him, and pure rapacious ego swarmed around him now.

Trenton watched her carefully. He could sense her shields going up relaxing then strengthening again. He saw the quiver in her lip; she was fighting herself. The choice he needed to make was whether to press in further and take command or back off. If he pressed into her more, she just might bolt on him and he’d be right back at square one, but backing off might give her too much room—her defenses would strengthen and he wanted her off balance. He chose to do both.

Trenton released her hand and idled back till he was at the desk and he sat back on the edge, hitching his boot back against the side of it and crossed his arms over his chest and he was certain he saw her wilt from his withdrawal. “I
am
going to court you.” He left it short for a moment, letting the command sink in. He may have taken a step back, but he was far from being done with her, “Why don’t we have dinner tonight, and we can retrace our conversation. Go over the hard rules of our contract and what I expect out of you.”

“Expect out of me?” She couldn’t help but feel a bit precocious on that note.

Shields up.

He smiled at it.

“And what about my wants and needs?”

“I already know them. You were very informative and I wasn’t the one who was inebriated. I remember
every
—Exquisite. Detail.” He lowered his head to gaze at her from under his brow.

She swallowed hard.
Deviant.
God knows what she might have said last night. She was a writer for
godsakes
and quiet capable of dreaming up some pretty dramatic sexual desires and not always her own. She knew how to write beyond herself, she had watched and seen how even the most innocent and dowdy of virgins blushed against the words they read from her pages, yet could not stop themselves from turning to the next page to read on. But those desires were not all hers, “
Fucked up
being the key word. You can’t take what I said as truth.”

“Uninhibited truth I would say, you didn’t have your shields up to block your true desires. And since you are having difficulty remembering last night, I will remind you to not use that kind of language. I hate hearing it from your lips.” Just more of that male arrogance, he was rich with.

Katianna felt her wiles hitch back under his scolding and felt the crimson blush warm over her with the thought of everything else. How unfair that he’d managed to get such personal inner details from her and she couldn’t even remember what she said, but she could just imagine. She was drawing herself up in near total annihilating embarrassment, “I was influenced, it couldn’t possible count.”

“Dinner then?”

Kat took a deep breath hiding the shiver that threatened her body, but the glint in his eyes told her he hadn’t missed a thing. He was catching every detail, every nuance of her body. It was frightening how he could and that alone was arousing, that here was a lover that would know what her body needed long before she would and he would most definitely deliver it with torturous abandon.

She realized she was holding her breath and she let it out in a long soft sigh, “Where?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

She fidgeted then.

“What is it Kat?”

“I kinda need a ride back, too.” She blushed. He just smiled.

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“Can we stop at a drive through or something so I can grab something to eat?” Katianna twisted in her seat behind Diesel, looking for some approval from Trenton as he drove her home.