Becoming His Slave (58 page)

“If that were true then every online dating service would be illegal as well. I’m more of the e-harmony of B&D and I screen my clients thoroughly for safety.”

“Guess you slipped up on Carson.” The agent prodded him.

Trenton eased forward in his seat, locking the other man under a tight gaze. He didn’t care for the insult one bit. “I screen my clients, I didn’t say I employed a fortune teller to know who and when they will be killed by bad people, that’s your job is it not? Don’t you use psychics? And yet you still suck at your job.”

“Why you—” The agent lifting from his seat.

“That’s enough gentlemen!” Agent Johnson, Harper’s connection with the FBI, called his partner out, to put a lid on it, “Mr. Mickels has already clarified that Mr. Leo’s operation is perfectly legal. But we still have two missing girls and info on only one of them. Let’s try to focus on this, why don’t we.”

“Don’t forget we called you.” Harper added. He hadn’t expected Johnson and his men to come in and turn their investigation to target Trenton. He’d known and cooperated with Johnson for a number of years, that he had allowed it to this point had Harper questioning their friendship right now.

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In the gun shop, turned out Diesel already had some company. Two elderly chaps, Ed and Walter, both WWII veterans that liked to hang out at the gun shop with Diesel and usually made an appearance once or twice a week. Together they reminded Katianna of the
Odd Couple
or the guys from the movie
Grumpy Old Men
, the way they carried on. Aside from being thrilled to have someone new to tell their stories to, she was a girl and therefore the flirting and playful banters between the two men turned up a notch to show off and of course had her laughing the entire time and that kept her fitful nature away from the issues Trenton was tied up with.

“I had a pretty lady once, her name was Gladys. She was a real hot to trot gal. That’s how we said
sexy
back in the days.” Walter went on about the good ol’ days and how he met his one and only wife.

“So how did you meet Diesel?”

“Met him through Project torch, a program for homeless vets…”

“Hey, hey, hey—” Diesel was walking past as he headed for the cash register to ring up a customer, “You keep me out of your stories. You tell her all you want about yourself, but keep me out of it.” He gave Walter a stern look then continued past. He caught the following gaze coming from Katianna, “And don’t you got snooping either.” He wagged a finger at her.

Walter leaned in to whisper to her, “He don’t like getting credit. I’ll have to tell ya another time.” And he winked at her.

“Watch this—” Ed leaned in taping her arm with the back of a finger and pointing in Diesel’s direction. “Why once Sergeant Gentry—” he voice rose to be sure he was heard.

“Hey! What did I tell you?” Diesel quickly called out to him, but his strict tone also had an air of playfulness, “Don’t be blowing smoke up my ass or I’ll send you home and you won’t get to finish your visit with the pretty lady.”

The two old men and Katianna all laughed at him. But it also had Katianna wondering what and why he didn’t want the men talking about him. She glanced at Diesel then to the old man, puzzled by what he didn’t want Walter telling her. If Diesel had helped him somehow why was that a bad thing to talk about?

After
shooing
the
geezers,
as Diesel called them, home and locking up for the day. He dropped down at the small corner desk behind the counter to tally the day’s sales up and Katianna used the opportunity to investigate. “So what was it you did for them?”

“Why? What did they tell you?” It was almost scolding how he turned the question back on her, but she wasn’t flinching under him this time.

“Nothing, that’s why I’m asking. What’s Project Torch?”

“Kat.” His hands never missing a count as he totaled up the register cash, then stuffed most of it into a deposit bag.

“What? Why can’t you tell me?”

“What I do for them is my business. I don’t like to brag about it.”

“So, talking isn’t bragging.” She curled her toes in glancing at her feet as they hung over the counter edge.

Diesel turned in his chair, his expression changed into something more like what she was used to reading on Trenton’s face, arrogant ruling. “You know I still haven’t forgotten that little stunt you pulled with Paris.” Now he was completely changing the subject. “I should give you a good spanking for that you know.”

“That would be double jeopardy.” She quipped. “So did you really buy them a golf cart that looks like a tank?”

Diesel bit back a laugh. “You’re not going to let up are you?”

She shook her head. “Not till you answer at least one of my questions.”

“Walter is a bad man. He shouldn’t have told you that. But yes. It started off I got them a customized golf cart that looked like an army jeep. They had so much fun in it; they managed to demolish it in a matter of weeks. So I had a new one made to look like a tank. Damn near built like one too, so far it’s survived them.”

Katianna’s eyes gleamed as she envisioned the two
geezers
terrorizing the sidewalks in their custom built golf cart,.

Diesel watched her face seeing every detail that his brother loved and felt it himself. Her bright and warm expression as she looked at him was infectious “You know what you did here—” he nodded, “It really meant something to them just having someone new to tell all their stories too. You didn’t have to—but thanks.”

She shrugged, “Guess I’ve had lots of practice just growing up with fisherman. You should hear the whale tails they tell.” She smiled.

“All the same.” He lifted her from the counter and put her to her feet, “Come on. Let's see if we can’t break Trent free so we can go for dinner, otherwise it’s just you, me and Paris.”

Trenton was just locking up the front when they came to the hallway. A good sign that it was over for now. But a noise coming from the office next to them had Diesel’s attention right away and he swung the door open to find Paris behind the desk, his head dropped back over his chair and his hand making fast work of his hard erection.

“Paris, stop now.” Diesel commanded, but it went unheard.

Trenton was just stepping up and peered in, “Punishment is going to be harsh if you don’t do as Patronus tells you.”

“It’ll be worth it.” Paris groaned not slowing in his effort to ease his horniness.

“I’m sure Olla will feel the same. She’s been begging me to hand you over for a pet for the weekend.”

“
Ahh-Uhg!
” Paris let out a bitter growl, his fist shot up from his cock to press at his temples mirrored by his other hand. He growled again through clenched teeth “Stay back, stay back.” He muttered under his breath, cursing back the near tidal wave of release just pitching at the edge of no return.

Diesel shot a glance at Trenton sharing a sarcastic grin, “Damn—and so close too.”

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At dinner Trenton’s thoughts were distant. The anguish and worry lines apparent on his face.

“Maybe you should send me home.” Katianna made the quiet suggestion and it nearly startled him from his thoughts.

The furrow lines deepened, “Why would you suggest that?”

“You look like you could use some time alone. To think and not have to cater to me.”

“You think I wouldn’t prefer to have you with me even when I’m not in the best mood?” He sucked in a tight breath, that he was troubled over the missing girl was understandable. But that Katianna would push herself away from him when he’s days weren’t their brightest? He’d had enough time away from her. From here on out he planned to have her with him no matter what. He did not take their relation or his responsibility of her as some casual affair.

“Wouldn’t you? Most people prefer to be alone.”

Trenton reached out touching her cheek, pushing the shorter strand of hair that always looped along her jawline back from her face, “I’m not everyone else and the only time I’ll ever send you from my side is when your safety requires it.”  He took her chin in the pinch of his fingers lifting her up for a chaste kiss. “You’re mine even on my bad days.” Trenton’s eyes dropped to the short hem of her dress, recollection coming up to reminded him of her earlier appointment and a lusty glint crept into his eyes. His hand following the mental reminder finding its way under her baby doll dress.

His smile vanished when his fingers found fabric instead of naked skin. “You’re wearing panties—” His fingers investigating the fabric. “They’re not even lace?” he liked that even less, her skin was meant for the lacy lovelies he bought her. The only other thing allowed to wrap around that warm cunt and perky ass was him.

Katianna swallowed, quickly shifting into defense mode, “The doctor told me to wear cotton panties right after. They gave them to me.”

Trenton’s expression eased some and she let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to be spanked just for following doctor’s orders, but she clearly saw his lusty stalking gaze hadn’t diminished in the least. She felt his fingers hook the sides of her panties and began tugging them off. “Lay back I want to see how beautiful it turned out.”

Katianna glanced about the restaurant hoping for an excuse to not comply, but there was no one looking. No one close by that she could use to protest his orders. He had deliberately requested the crescent shaped booth in the back corner of the restaurant. There was little traffic and the lighting dim, giving him a considerable amount of advantage of freedom with her. After a visual patrol over the room she glanced back at him, some all knowing expression on his face like he knew what she was hoping to find only to discover what he already knew.

Katianna surrendered doing as she was told and eased back on the bench. Her head brushing against Diesel’s thigh and she blushed when he glanced down at her with an eager smile.

Trenton pulled the panties free from her body and brushed the hem of her dress up just enough to expose her beautiful naked mound. The skin still pinkish from the laser treatment. Her twin labia rings displayed in perfect view for him now. If it weren’t for the fact they were in the restaurant, he would have her stretched out over the table and devoured her right there on the spot. “Deez, her mouth please.”

Katianna squirmed with a start when Diesel’s broad hand dropped over her mouth and Trenton’s hand come down between her legs followed by the instant slapping sting against her tender mound. While she was not at all thrilled she just got spanked on her front side, she was grateful her scream was caught in Diesel’s hand.

“One more.” Diesel spoke lightly to Trenton. Katianna’s eyes shot wide and she attempted to balk up at him, pleading with a shake of her head, but Diesel didn’t remove his hand.

“He said one more.” Trenton glanced down at her, his eyes measuring, calculating and with a swift movement his hand came down calculatedly over her already smarting skin.

Diesel’s hand released her once her cry muted and she shot up only to land in Trenton’s kiss. His lips covering hers, burning away her protest in a deep hungry kiss. Silencing her completely.

“That’s for thinking I’d ever want to send you away.” He growled in her ear after releasing his kiss.

“You’re so mean.” She gave him a pouty whisper.

“I know.” He returned the pouty gesture.

Katianna wasn’t entirely extinguished and she twisted to glare at Diesel, “and the second one? What was that for?”

Diesel’s brow went up with a surprise that she was firing off at him and he did what he could to bite back his laughter, “I told you I owed you one for setting Paris loose.”

“What did you do?” Her glare then shifted to Paris.

“Stole a kiss.” Paris licked his lips then leaned in closer to Diesel as if he might try it again before the night was over.

“A kiss? I get spanked over a kiss?”

Trenton took her chin pulling her around to face him. “More like charged Diesel, but your punishment is for your own action. You knew he wasn’t supposed to be freed. You undermined our authority over him when you interfered.”  

Katianna’s shoulders slunk down. So Paris humped Diesel’s leg and kissed him and now she was still getting punished for it. That didn’t seem fair in anyway shape or form.

Moments later their waitress arrived bringing their food and they fell quiet as they ate. Diesel becoming more and more mindful of the erection growing in his pants, watching his brother interact with his unicorn and just recalling the moment having Paris pressed hard against his body made it nearly impossible to hide.

For a split second when Paris came bounding out of Trenton’s truck locking hold of him to steal a kiss, he’d actually given into Paris’ demanding mouth. Opening up just long enough to taste his tongue against his own before forcing the brat back, but the man’s taste rang out in him, intensified by the grinding of the Paris’ cock against his. It sent a surging hunger through his body now that had yet to ease back in him. The more time he spent around Paris, the more he wanted him. To just unleash the man’s beastly appetite and drown his senses in it. However the more he watched Trenton and Katianna draw close the more he knew he was ready for someone to take a permanent position in his life.

“I could take care of that for you.” Paris’ dark rich lust broke through Diesel’s thoughts. Paris paused in his meal to glance at Diesel, letting his eyes undress him lingering heavily over Diesel’s bulging pants.

“Except if I let you, you’d never let go.”

Paris wore a deep devilish grin that reached all the way to his eyes lighting them on fire. “You’re right—I won’t.”

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CHAPTER TWENTY

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That weekend, Amelia was holding an elite bash out at her estate, an eclectic mix of powerful and wealthy people with a lusty appetite for sex. While not everyone present was involved in the BDSM community, most had an open taste for sex and so her party wasn’t much unlike the club La Rouge in Paris. Only this party was held to promote the Salientis du Deliciarum Island Resort. It also provided a dual purpose for those who would be attending the auction. Amelia’s party for them was considered the kickoff party for the auction event coming up in two more weeks, if they didn’t get lucky enough to take home a slave of their own just the sight of them would likely wet their appetites enough to tempted them down to the resort to enjoy one of theirs.