Becoming His Slave (56 page)

“Kat what are you doing?” Trenton asked with a half chuckle.

Her eyes flashed back at him “Yellow!” And she jumped into the Gurkha slamming the door closed. He heard the door lock and he was instantly wondering what she was doing. She wasn’t going anywhere, he had the keys, not that he worried she would dare try to drive it if she did have the keys. She didn’t drive. And the Gurkha really was a tank to her.

“Kat what are you doing?” He called through the door.

“You didn’t really want to take me to the club soak and wet did you?” she called out to him, quavering with panic.

The sudden realization that she was in there doing away with his handy work was not acceptable by any means. He quickly keyed the door open, a yelp greeted him when he slung the door open finding her on her knees with a feminine wipe waded up in her fingers.

“Do not ever do that again, Katianna. When I soak your thighs it will also be me who cleans you up and tends to your needs. Now I am going to have to make a mess of your body all over again.” Pale eyes blinked up at him, wide eyed like an owl, not at all disgruntled at how off balance he had her and that was a good thing or he’d have a notion to punish her for taking away one of his favored playtimes. He snatched an ankle dragging her to the edge of the truck with every intention of starting all over again and looking forward to it.

“But I said yellow.” Katianna whined, her body wilting under his demanding heat.

Trenton stalled dropping his hands to either side of her, propping himself up to just hover over her. A proud smile lingered under the surface while he groaned, “You did didn’t you?”

Katianna’s head bobbed in agreement.

“Very well I will grant a small reprieve.” His grin curling up into something sinister, “When we get to the club we start again and no more safe words.”

Kat swallowed hard, “None?”

Trenton leaned down kissing her nose, “None.”

“Are you comfortable with me feeding you another glass of wine?” Trenton asked once they reached Club Pain.

“You really enjoy that don’t you?” She looked up at him an odd expression of amusement in her face.

“I do.” He answered
matter of factly
.

“Then yes. I’m okay with it.”

Trenton waved the bartender up as he lead Katianna up to the bar, “Derek, is there an open bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon?”

“Yes Dominus. Head Master Dane opened one earlier this week.”

“Pour me glass please and I’ll have a garnished, ginger ale.”

“You’re not drinking tonight?” Katianna was surprised by his drink order.

Trenton pulled her in to lean against him, holding her with him as he leaned back on the bar, “I don’t always drink Katianna. Besides you wouldn’t want me losing control now would you?”

A quirky smile crept up on her face, “Maybe.”

“
Ha
—” He let out a chuckle. “You’re not getting that until you’re ready.” He lifted her up placing her on a bar stool. He dropped his lips over hers inviting himself inside and lingered, prowling as if he owned her mouth, her every breath. He clutched at her hips pulling her to the edge of the seat and pressed her against his hard length. A hard breathy groan rumbled up from his chest, “I’ve waited for this for so long. You know there’s no stopping me now.” He sucked at her lips and instantly purred when her hands slipped under his shirt to smooth over his chest. It was not acceptable behavior for a slave to have freedom to touch without his permission, but for her it was as if her submission would not be complete without her wrapped around him, or clinging to him. He loved how she clung to him, dependant on him to shelter her. It was that male ego that was driven to shelter and possess his woman that she fed. Something all too rare in today’s world with strong independent women. And that was fine; the world needed strong women because most men were asses. But he was glad to have found his rare jewel and he rewarded her with another crushing kiss.

Trenton returned her to the floor and grabbed their drink, “Let’s go to our booth.” He motioned her ahead of him.

“You don’t have to go upstairs?”

“Not tonight, we’re on our date.”

Inside the tinted booth, alone and with no one to interrupt him tonight, Trenton pulled her into his lap to deliver more of his touch to her, to stir and awaken her body to him. He pulled her to lay back against his chest pulling her lips around for him to kiss while his hand stroked down her belly and further down her thighs. He cupped at her mound and pulled her up tighter against him till her breath hitched in her throat.

Katianna’s senses swarmed around her. She felt hot and aroused. She was at a loss in his arms. She was use to Trenton’s playful teasing and she was use to her own desires for him, but she wasn’t prepared for this. The frenzied hunger his relentless touch made her feel, enveloped her emotions and burnished her thighs with need. If he didn’t fuck her by the night’s end, she was going to go insane.

Trenton dragged his palm over her skin. He loved the touch of her. Smooth and silky, all day he couldn’t wait to have her back from the salon when her beautiful pussy would be just as naked and smooth as the rest of her. He cupped at her mound. Pressing the heel of his palm against the tight little bud still sensitive from the orgasm he delivered to her earlier. He could feel the needy clenching of her pussy even now as his fingers rimmed the small opening.

“Do you want me?” He whispered at the corner of her lips. “Do you like it when I touch you?”

“Yes.” She hissed.

“Tell me, Katianna, do you want my fingers inside you?”

“Can I have something else instead?”

“I told you—” he sucked her ear lope onto his hot tongue, nibbled at it before letting go, “Not until you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

“To give your life to me?”

His thumb delivered light teasing pressure over her clit while he circled at the rim of her cleft with barely-there finger tips, and she flinched, her leg coming up nearly blocking his access to her body. Trenton caught her as she tried to shy away, held her steady, and thrust two fingers into a silky heat so tight and so fucking incredible, he nearly came in his pants.

“I- I—” she sucked in a breath.

“Then this is what you get and the rest waits—”

Her body somehow pushed up against him and he saw that her feet had caught the edge of the table as she pushed up on tiptoes her head falling back over his shoulder and he kissed her cheek, feeling the tiny quivers of her body as he filled and stroke her walls with his fingers.

Her hand fell to his, she pushed then pulled, her body and mind fighting a tug of war— wanting it and not handle it, all at the same time.

“Stop little mouse. Take your hand away.” It moved, but only to feel behind her to find his erection and quickly her fingers began to work over him. He bit back a moan; he wanted her touch, but not tonight. He’d already been at her merci last night driven to near breaking point, tonight she would be at his. He wanted her helpless in his arms to seek out and test the boundaries of her submission.

“Stop Kat. Put your hands around my neck instead and don’t move. Just feel.” His thumb grazed her engorged clit and her body twitched instantly already too sensitive from his play not even an hour ago. “There—come for me, let me feel you come on my hand.” He whispered to her. His fingers dove into her once again, delivering a rush of pleasure like a towering tsunami.

Katianna was too sensitized to comprehend what he was doing to her, yet she couldn’t stop wanting it. She wanted more, her back arching tighter and tighter against him. She was knocked completely off her axis. Time stood still as she held her breath and waited. Her aching pussy clamped around his fingers milking them to deliver more pressure and it sent out ribbons of the rocketing pleasure.

Tight squeals fought to escape her lips as she contorted even further, her hips jutting forward under the possession and heat of his fingers as they stroked, thrust and sent her senses careening. Crashing over at his command she came with a cry. Not sobbing, but she felt the wetness stream down her cheeks as she fell boneless and limp in his arms, her head slipping down over his arm, the only movement was the heaving of her chest struggling to find oxygen for her body and the quiver of aftershocks.

Trenton kept still holding her gently in his arms feeling every quiver and nuance of her body’s response to him. As Katianna fell back, her body completely flaccid and yielded to his will. She was helplessly his, but was she really totally surrendered to him?

“Do you feel that now? You’re completely surrendered over to me.” He whispered to her. Letting her know with warm soft commands, who she belonged to. “Right now you belong to me. Unable to even move unless I command you to. You need my control just to do that.” He watched for a long moment—felt for the responses. Now was the time when all slaves tensed, when something in their minds snapped and willed their bodies to shift even if only a minute change, but a rebellion none the less refusing to accept their total weakened state. But she didn’t change; she was as limp and helpless now as she was twenty seconds ago. His friend Aubert had been right, she was ready for this.

He shifted her body, easing her down on the sofa slowly so not to jar her from her zone. An unexpected surprise, but he had hoped. She had gone too long without a man’s touch making her sexual need more that complacent for him and that he ravaged her to this point, her zoned submission was an incredible gift. One he intended to repeat often.

Pushing up he moved her legs and moved in between them. “I’m going to lay over you for a moment.” Deep somatic whispers. “I want you to get a taste of what it is going to feel like when I finally come over your body.” He told her as he lowered his body down over hers.

Katina felt the heat from him before she felt the weight. Felt the hard muscles of the man she had dreamed and written about ever since she met him, but as his weight eased over her like a slow sunset it stole her breath. She wasn’t even aware she had a breath left to be stolen. She was floating in a lucid dream now. A lover sneaking in at night to lay between her legs, tender and possessive how his size encased her under him. And when his hips rolled in to press against her loins, she cried out.

“Please.”

“No.”

“Not at all?”

“Not tonight.” He saw her fight back the whimper, the slight quiver in her lip felt the struggle in her body to remain still as he had told her to. “Does that disappoint you?”

“Yes.” She breathed.

“Good.”

Her eyes blinked something about that answer didn’t fit right but the haze of pleasure slowed her coherency, “That I am disappointed?”

He almost chuckled, “No, that you feel depraved of my body. I want you to stay that way till you can’t stand it any longer and will surrender your life to have me.”

She whimpered with the next roll of his hips, “I thought you said I just did that.”

“That was your body. I want your life. Are you ready to give me everything?” And then he felt the tension, or perhaps just a silent stillness. Hesitancy rather than a rejection. It wasn’t much, but it was enough that he detected the change under him. “It can’t happen until you’re ready.” He kissed her face, soft and patient. He knew he could wait a little longer, because her surrender had already begun.

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Trenton came to see her Sunday, with plans to take her out for the day, but first thing first and he flipped her over his lap and delivered a heavy slap of his hand over her ass. Katianna let out a high pitched wail and wriggled in his arms so fiercely she fell from his lap and on to the floor. Her feet instantly kicking her back out of his reach, while one hand rubbed her bottom. Her bottom lip protruding out in the most kissable pout he’d ever seen her with. “Yellow.” She whimpered before he could even think to reach for her to deliver the other two he had intended for her bottom.

“You promised to never cane me.”

“I did promise that, but we didn’t talk about bare handed spankings.” The devil was smiling at her through those eyes right now.

Katianna rubbed on her bottom again as if it still hurt, but he was certain it was all part of her pouty ploy. “That’s not fair, because I’ve never seen you spank anyone. I thought you only use the cane.”

“You’re right. I never spank slaves or subs. Spanking is extremely intimate for me, Katianna. Something I have never fully shared with another before.”

“Gee aren’t I special.” Not at all thrilled that he considered spanking the royal treatment.

“Now come up here for the other two.”

“Huh—” she gasped she would have backed off further, but Trenton grabbed her ankle and held her, keeping her from scooting away any further. “But I said yellow.” She whined her protests at him.

Trenton chewed his lip not wanting to laugh at her pouty little antics, she really was good at them and he had such a weakness for them.

“And we’ve talked you through this. Now it’s time to proceed with your punishment.”

“What punishments?” Her brow furrowed at his claim that she earned the punishments.

Trenton didn’t mind that she used her safe word, if even she was using it just to get out of it, but if she didn’t stop sticking her lip out he was going to yank her up and kiss on it till he’d chewed it away. As a matter of fact he was going to do that anyways.

“Your panties, the key and that you tried to deny it.” He sat back releasing her ankle and patted his leg, “Now come up here so we can proceed.”

She shook her head.

“Kat—
(again shaking)
— I can tease you for two hours instead, would you prefer that?”

“Uh?” She gasped scooting further away on the floor, but his hardening expression stopped her.

“If I have to come after you I’ll do both.” He warned with a reserved tone.

Then slowly and very uneasy Katianna rolled up to her knees and crawled up towards him. Trenton’s heart sank, more like melted at the sight of such sweet innocence submitting to him to take her spankings; the slight quiver in her lips and the pale eyes cautiously pleading had his cock throbbing in his jeans. He needed that lip of hers first and he snatched her. Katianna‘s start was quickly smothered by his heavy kiss, as he sucked at her lips. His arms snaking around her, caressing her back, than her sweet little ass. One hand lifted the chemise night gown and down his other hand came. Her yelp muffled by his mouth, his tongue laving at the flavor of her. His hand rubbed lightly over the hot sting he had made, smoothing the climbing fire away.