Becoming His Slave (59 page)

Katianna of course was warned ahead of time to keep clear of the guests so as not to find herself on the menu for advances.

She’d been cooped up all day, watching from the safety of her cottage which became almost unbearable when she noticed Trenton had arrived, along with his brothers Marcus, Dane, Diesel and his slave, Paris. But each time it looked like he might try to steal away from the guests to come visit her, someone would approach and draw him away. It wasn’t until early evening when a text came across her phone.

—
Everyone has gathered for dinner, then entertainment in the main salon. It’s safe to come out now.
—

It didn’t say anything about him coming out to meet her—so she figured she would have to dress appropriately just to be sure he did.

“You should know something before you approach.” She spoke not looking up from the book she was reading, when she noticed the tall shadow stepping toward her.

“Which is?” He gave her a sheepish grin, slowing in his approach, but only to take in a long look of her stretched out on the pool lounger in her bikini and sarong, not because she waved a warning flag of any kind.

“I’m not on the menu.” She gave him a cocky reply, trying to keep her smile to herself.

“That’s a shame—I have such a particular appetite.” And with that he procured a white package in his hands and closed in on her, dropping down on the edge of the chase next to her.

She looked up finally and knew right away what it was. She’d gotten the message from Fredrick, Amelia’s Head Steward. he had picked up her groceries and placed them in Amelia main kitchen. Katianna just hadn’t gotten around to collecting them and bring them to her own frig. Her eyes narrowed on Trenton as he peeled the paper back to expose the stolen popsicle treat. “Those are mine.”

“I know.” He held it out towards her lips just close enough she could feel the chilled air on her lips without giving her the chance to taste, “Beg for me.”

Her brow lowered into a dark expression, “I shouldn’t have to, their mine already.”

“And you are mine and yet here I am—having to court you.”

“Yours? So sure of it are you?” She risked a playful challenge.

“Yes and you know you are, so don’t even bother with that argument.” Since she wouldn’t beg and he knew she wouldn’t, not for the popsicle at least and not after all the begging he’d put her through the past week to stop teasing her to no avail. So he chose another playtime with the icy treat. “Put your book down.” And he waited only long enough for her to close it and set it down on the ground.

Trenton pushed the icy pop to her lips tracing them, then traced down her bottom lip and over her chin. He left a sticky wet trail of grape juice down her throat, pausing for a moment to trace the soft gullet of skin at the base of her neck then proceeded down her breast bone then forked off to slip under the triangle of her bathing suit. He knew he’d hit the perfect little nipple hiding under there when a small gasp broke from her lips.

So calm and still, she tried to appear totally unaffected. And his wicked smile got the best of him when her lower lip curled in to be captured by her teeth as he teased the perky button with a whirling dance of the popsicle’s tip.

“I remember that night when you teased me with an ice cube from my drink.” His voice deep and husky as he recalled the evening to her. The deep tone was so inviting, luring her to him. She wanted to feel his breath on her shoulder, his lips grace her neck while he spoke nasty things to her, things he had every intension of afflicting upon her for his own delight.

“Yes, but I believe I restored them to blissful warmth with my kiss.”

“Then you remember?”

“Not entirely, but I know what I would do.”

“And you’d like me to do that to you now, wouldn’t you?”

It was a trick, of course she would, but to get it, again she would have to beg for it, it was bad enough he teased her and she knew he would leave her to torment, but to trick her into begging for more. It was the cruelest form of courting she’d ever heard of.

She looked down to watch as he slid the icy treat across her chest tracing out the smooth rolls of her cleavage then slipping passed her bathing suit top to molest the other nipple. She chewed on her lip again, dropping her head back and she closed her eyes fighting the urge to beg. The chilled contact making her nipples painfully hard, on top of the engorging effects just having him so close to her. Damn he made her hot. Every bit about him. How he looked at her like she was an exotic dessert he planned to eat spoonful by spoonful, there would be nothing left of her when he was finished. Her body would belong to him as would her will, her soul and quite likely her heart too.

And if that wasn’t enough to know she was a goner for him, there was still his voice, so deep and masculine, her knees went soft every time he whispered in her ear and her spine would melt with rippling chills.

And then his arms and those broad shoulders—damn she loved his shoulders. How they felt when she wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him and the way they eclipsed her whenever he teased her by laying over her. That was probably by far the hardest to endure from him. How many times had she rolled her hips up to press against him, hoping to waiver his self control? He had way too much of it, no man should have such control as he did.

His control well matched by his strength and it was a good thing too, because like she said when he was done with her she was going to be pure putty. And if he intended to always keep her weakened in such a way then he’d likely have to carry her all the time. Her pint size didn’t weight much, but he’d need those strong arms to remove her from the floor and whisk her away to the hiding place he had planned for her.

It was excruciating what he was putting her through. He had to know she was already submitting to him, anymore of this playing with her as he called courting and she was going to be mush. There would be no resistance left in her to hold up his dominate claim on her, but the way he continued to prey upon her… her body heated at the thought that he just might satisfy a dark fantasy she harbored and his claiming would be as carnal and somatic as she dreamed it could be. She didn’t want to be claimed by a man she wanted to be claimed by an animal with all the wild savagery of a beast. She also had to wonder if he knew. He said he already knew what she wanted that she had told him her wishful fantasies, but he never repeated them to her. For all she knew she could have recited some elaborate sex scene from one of her books, because after the way Garrett and the friends he shared it with laughed at her when she told him foolishly thinking he cared enough to fulfill it, she swore never to bring it up again.

Trenton loved how, in her attempts to resist she actually submitted to all his playing. Letting him tease her body to his delight, not that she had any say in it and that was just it, having never been a Sub for anyone she naturally gave in to him, knowing there was nothing she could do. Yet as timid as it was right now she was teetering on the edge of begging. Biting at her lip, her hands clenched on the edge of the lounger at her side determined to utter not a word to take her, to beg him to cover her nipples with his lips. He had only intended to come over and vandalize her for just the briefest of teasing moments then abandon her to unquenched fervor, but he was enjoying it too much to stop now.

He dropped the popsicle down her belly letting the melting syrup pool up in her belly button till it flooded around the jewelry she wore. Then tucked it under her sarong to chase up her leg. He pulled the flap of the wrappings open so he could see her legs and that wicked smile came back when he discovered what she didn’t wear—

“Bad Kat.”

He stroked the inside of her thigh with the popsicle till it reached the exposed folds of her sex and he watched with heated delight, as her mouth parted with a slight sucking of her breath and she shivered at the contact. He reached for her sarong and shifted the cloth further to give his eyes an open show to his intentions, gliding the tip of the treat around her labia cooling every part of her, coating it with the melted grape syrup. He licked his lips, just thinking about it.

“Part your legs further for me.” He whispered, keeping his command soft, his control in check and he pressed the popsicle passed the lips, just an inch and reveled in her face as her eyes widened with sultry need and just to please her he pushed it all the way in.

Katianna shot her head back letting out a sharp gasp. She had already been aroused, watching the party guests milling about knowing what they were doing when they went into one of many cabanas set up around the estate for private pleasures. It had her mental thoughts going, creating the stories that would go on her computer pages and just when she thought she had enough to start her next passionate short story she saw—
him
.

Trenton waltzing around like he owned the place for the night, faded stone wash black jeans with the knees torn out topped with a studded belt. A denim jacket just a shade or two darker with a two tone grey scarf coiled around his neck that dropped down over his bare chest. Her heart was fluttering to see the tanned ripple of skin and if she watched long enough she would catch a peek of one of those manly nipples depending on how he moved. He had to know what he was doing to all the women there, Paris included. Trenton, simply put, dominated lust and desire. But only he dictated who got to touch him and not once did Kat see any woman win that challenge.

Now he was here with her, his touch given over to her under his command and at the moment he was tormenting her body with the kinky cold intrusion of mirth. The stark chill of frozen grape syrup spearing deep inside her, chilling the fiery hot nerves. She couldn’t remain still for it any longer, her body ached—provoked by the cold insertion that moved inside her and ached to have his hot body in place of it. She whimpered as the contrast of sensations, cold pumping and stroking against heated flesh was decadent, her thighs clenched over his hand holding him to her, but he would not give her that much.

Trenton could see she would easily come for him soon, but he wasn’t about to let her have that if she were not ready to let him lap up every drop of silk tainted with the grape syrup. Her hips pushed into his hand begging for more and her thighs tighten around his hand, pleading physically for a completion on he could grant.

“Bad Kat.” He whispered pulling the popsicle from her wet channel, his mouth watering for the taste of her, watching the purple syrup drip from her. But what he hadn't countered was her muscle control, her thighs drew in and he could see the muscles in her pelvis and everywhere else tensed and tighten. She shuttered and it rippled through her body and she let out a heavy breath before relaxing again.

“Damn you.” He cursed with a guttural moan aware that she had managed to get her release after all. It was small, but enough to counter the hungry exile he had planned to leave her in. Ready or not, he was not about to waste the prize she’d spilled. Trenton was instantly to his feet and scooped her up in her arms and lofted her off, despite the yelp that came from her as he carried her into the cabana tent which lucky for him wasn’t too far.

And damn was he in luck, it was already supplied with friendly restraints. He was going to need them; oral on her was one of the—
don’t do it
—rules.

He laid her down on the bench and immediately brought up the leather shackles and secured her wrists over her head, then jerked her body down till her tight little ass hung just over the edge

“No—” She gasped once she realized what he was about to do, “Trenton don’t do this—”

“
Mmmm
—” he hummed against her thigh just watching the little quivers of anticipation and need mixed with her nervous fear. “I remember I use to love dream-cicles when I was a boy.”

Ignoring her little panic attack, he leaned in and took his first lick, capturing the small droplet of white cream that had eased out between ripe petals. Damn it was good. That first sweet, sweet taste of sticky grape syrup followed by the lingering flavor of her silk on his tongue.
Damn,
she tasted like a summer night storm. “
Mmmm
—Yummy.” He breathed against her making her shiver again then plunged into her depths with his tongue. Trenton gave no quarter and no mercy, she was going to suffering his appetite till she relished it. His tongue forced her folds to part for him and he felt the twinned sensation of chilled and heated flesh. It was incredible, the feeling and the taste of her on his tongue as he licked greedily at the tainted milk that had escaped his control over her.

A sharp, high pitch cry escaped Katianna’s lips at the very moment she felt her body pushed open by the heat of his tongue. If it hadn’t been for the restraints and the strong arms that held her, she would have shot up to the ceiling like one of those cartoon cats. The unequivocal pink electricity that shot through her from his touch had Katianna tossing her head pulling against the restraints on her wrists with all her might, but they were well secured and he had her. It wasn’t fair play he was commanding her with; she had forced her body to come even when she knew he had no intentions of letting her. He wasn’t one to give a free ride, not when it would have served him better to hold out on her, make her ache for him until another night and she would be weakened further by him. But he let her get too close and she had such control over her muscles she managed to grant herself a small reprieve from his torturing intentions. But being as heady and relaxed as she was he had managed to sweep her away and shackle her before she had any clear idea what he was doing. And now she would suffer far worse intentions from him, she was at his mercy right now.

The first touch of his tongue would have sent her through the roof of the cabana had she not been tied down. She was too sensitive for such touches. Even the hum in his voice and the whispering soft heated breath on her thigh had her shivering. But when his tongue licked long and deep along her folds—
oh god, oh god, oh god
—her body melted and fired. She twisted and jerked against his arms to no gains, the touch of his entrance so heightened of a sensation she couldn’t stay still for it had she tried. She was going to die and she could do nothing to stop it.