Becoming His Slave (62 page)

“You know I don’t want to go in there.”

“You’ll be safe with me. No one would dare approach you.”

“I’ll just sit like the other two at your feet?” At the moment it didn’t seem very appealing, the open sex was likely to occupy every corner of the house as the night drew on. Even under his protection to sit at his feet as his slave. Was a discomforting thought wondering if there was any difference between her and the other two, Paris and Marcena. How would she feel any different from them?  “I’m not sure there is room for me when you already have two at your feet.”

“There’s a place there that can be filled by no one but you. Besides Marcena is still with Harper and Paris is baying at Diesel’s feet. You’d have me all to yourself and I won’t have it any other way.”

“You are relentless—does it ever stop?”

“You might as well ask me to stop breathing. It’s what I am. You’re asking me to reach in and find the alpha sequencing codes in my DNA and rip it out.” He shook his head. He smiled gently, but the reflection of his gaze had her locked under his stare refusing to let her go, “Such a thing can’t be done. Do you disapprove?”

“No.” Her response came too quickly, “I—” her voice trailed off losing track of what she was actually hoping to discover or just simply ask. He was so intense, she only wondered if it ever eased.
Oh
that’s what it was she wanted to ask. “I just didn’t know if there was a time when the Dominus ever shed his need for control and just idled back. You know—take off the mask and put your whips away in a secret gun rack.”

“What and trade them out for loafers and a cardigan?”

She grinned, “Mr. Rogers did.” She almost laughed that she would suggest such a thing to him. But she felt him ease against her with a slight chuckle at the humor.

“No loafers for me. The cane is permanently fused in my DNA just like my dominance. It’s not a need I have for it, it just is. What I do
need,
is you.”

Katianna managed a slight smile, but shook her head. She wasn’t ready for this. Or more so, she wasn’t ready to participate in such public displays especially around people she didn’t know. It felt as uneasy and startling as she had felt at La Rouge. She couldn’t go through with it. “There are plenty more inside willing to serve you tonight.”

Trenton was never disconcerted when Katianna questioned his dominance knowing she was simply trying understand it and that was good. He needed her to understand him more, but he couldn’t extinguish the feeling he had that he felt brushed off by her just now, to even suggest that he find another woman. He’d waited for her all this time only at the heat of his courtship to pull her into his life, that she would suggest such an act was pissing him off. “You’d have me enjoying another woman when I could have you instead? When that is all that I desire?”

She nearly stuttered a moment trying to get her answer out, “I would not ask you to be denied of something I am not ready to give you. I don’t have that right.” She twisted in his arms, pausing to look at him. She could see he was upset. She hadn’t meant it that way, but was it not unfair of her to expect him to be—dare she say faithful to her when she was giving him nothing? “I wouldn’t dare ask you to not partake in something so natural to you when I am not.” He even said there was no putting it down, it was in his DNA. “Please go find pleasure in the party.”

Trenton was on his feet. Heat burned in his face as he glared down at her before turning and storming out, but he returned pulling the sliding glass door closed and pointed at her then to the latch ordering her to lock it. She managed a feeble smile, but it did little to change his expression as he turned and disappeared.

Now she felt like shit. She hurt him and she knew it. But she could not bring herself to be something she was not or submit to being displayed in front of a crowd of strangers. Not yet.  Maybe never. She knew the game, knew the lifestyle and was very aware that her friends enjoyed it thoroughly, but she had never participated in it. And yet Trenton so desperately wanted her in it with him. For him it wasn’t just a game or weekend life style he was engrained into it. He was looking for a life slave, a woman to be his for the controlling, forever.

She thought back to the five years she’d spent with Garrett, pulling on the only experience she had. Was it so different? Garrett paid all the bills; he made all the plans, even picked what she wore when they went out half the time and he decided when they fucked and when they didn’t. Then tucked her away in a shoes box till he wanted her again. What Trenton demanded would not be so different though she couldn’t imagine Trenton would ever put her away, but rather have her trailing behind him twenty four seven or damn near close to it. She already knew the sex would always be beyond fulfilling, if it was anything like what he’d done to her this afternoon in the cabana.

She’d never felt anything so intense that it annihilated her like that. Not that she’d let any man go down on her either and Garrett never seemed to care that she didn’t.

Trenton knew of no other way to treat and pamper a woman. He always made sure their pleasures were met, their hungers fulfilled and she was beginning to discover that he was perhaps much more evolved in the pampering technique then she could have ever imagined.

She drew in a long deep breath. So what happens when Trenton got tired of her? She’d be back in some shitty apartment? Afraid that someone might be waiting in there and would actually succeed in killing her this time? Garrett threw her out, without a moment’s notice. He didn’t even give her the chance to find another place before putting all her things out in the hall. She had to leave most of it behind. She didn’t want to ever go through that again.

But she didn’t want to
not
be with Trenton, even if it meant it was for a short while. Maybe if she just gave him this one thing he asked for, she could be with him, but not have to surrender completely just yet.

She glanced at her reflection in the window not happy with what she had done. She had rejected him and that was the last thing she wanted him to feel. Would it be so bad to kneel at his feet tonight while he watched a scene?  He’d said no one would approach her and she knew he’d keep his word to that.

Katianna hit the save tab, then turned her computer off before slipping out.

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Trenton approached the blonde already tied up in the whipping chair which was more like one of those massaging chairs you sit face down into, only her ass was positioned too low. He loosened the clamp on the side and began repositioning the sections of the chair till her head and shoulders where down lower, right around crouching level and her bikini-lined derriere pointing up in perfect anticipation to be spanked and locked it back into place. He circled around taking in a deep inspection of her wrists and ankles tied with braided hemp rope. The hemp beautifully wrapped around them in neatly stacked coils up her leg. Definitely one of Dane’s talents, one he shared with Diesel. Just one thing wrong. Dane had been sparing enough to allow her a gag to bite down on. He pulled the buckle behind her blonde hair then flicked the red ball gag to the floor. And shot his brother a warning glance, “You know I like to hear them.”

Dane only smiled as if he’d done it on purpose to quiz him and held out the paddle for him to take. He knew the second he laid eyes on Trenton when he came back, he was taking over. The little wild mouse outside had him going in such tight circles the man was winding himself up and needed to burn off some energy.

Trenton took the paddle and turned it in his hands inspecting it. Seven rows of pink pearls embedded in the wood grain from end to end. On the flip side, soft curly synthetic hair.

Softies
. But no worries he’d make it work and turn out a good show for Amelia’s guests.

He smoothed the pearly side of the paddle over Lacy’s ass, “Have you ever been paddled, Sub?”

She shook her head.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Allowing her a chance to rephrase her response.

“No, Dominus.”

“Well then, aren’t you in for a treat. You’re about to be paddled by the best.”

He smoothed the paddle down her thighs and back up, teasing her flesh with it and gave her perky cheeks a gentle tap each, watching the muscle in her thighs flinch. “I’m sorry what was that? I could have sworn you meant to say something.”

“Thank you Dominus.” Her throat clutched so tight her response barely made it out. But it was just enough and Trenton's hand raised back and returned landing the pearl back firmly across both cheeks.

PHWHACK
—

Lacy cried out in a high exalted gasp, her body tensing up then relaxed back down as he soothed the first sting on her cheeks with the pink curly fur.

“Do you know why you’re being paddled tonight?”

She hummed first then finally managed to get her response out, “Because it pleases you my Dominus.” Her response triggered more than a few chuckles in the crowd that had gathered to watch the master at play.

“That was well said. No doubt Dane taught you that one. But tonight you’re being punished. Do you recall way?” Trenton circled around her stroking her back with the fur then the pearls then bringing it back around to the beautiful blush tinting both the white and tanned portions of her ass and delivered another controlled —
SWACK.

Lacy only moaned this time and it was the sound he needed to hear before he could continue. And he did so with a few rapid stinging taps, first to one cheek than the other, before smoothing out her blushed cheeks with the fuzzy side. “I’m still waiting for your answer Sub.”

“Because I looked up without your permission.” She submitted her wrong doing.

“Good girl.” And he landed another set of staccato
pats
against her cheeks. “And there was one other thing…” he moved around front of her and unzipped his pants, setting free the hard-on he still had for Katianna. It sprang out from his pants standing straight out in front of her. He rocked his hips towards the girl’s face teasing her lips with the crest of his cock, “If you’re going to suck my cock you’ll have to do better then you were for the Patronus.”

Once again Lacy made the mistake of looking up, Trenton caught it and quickly delivered a hard controlled—
SWACK
—first on one, than the other, right from where he was standing.

Lacy gasped and fought to catch her breath. Trenton made that his moment to stuff the engorge erection passed her lips, pushing till he felt the back of her throat, before easing back any. He smoothed over her ass cheeks with the pearly side of the paddle, watching her carefully as he rocked his hips in and out of her tightening lips.

“Lick it. I want to feel your tongue spiral around my shaft.” He hissed at her. Her eyes flickered back up again. She caught herself, but not soon enough and Trenton lashed her flesh again. He felt her mouth tighten when he did so, but luckily no teeth. “If you bite me, not only will I fit you with a jaw clamp, I’ll start passing the paddle around and let everyone take a turn.” He warned her gently then tapped across her ass several times first with the pearls then with the soft curls.

Lacy was working her tongue just as he had commanded, but it just wasn’t what he needed and it only proved to frustrate him further. “Enough.” he commanded quietly, pulling free from her mouth and tucked himself with some forced discomfort and zipped his pants back up. He started to move behind her again when something outside the window caught his attention and he stopped to look carefully.

There in the window sill was Katianna, knelt down just as if she had been at his feet and she had been watching—but for how long he wondered and he felt a sudden pang of guilt. Katianna seeing his eyes on her quickly lowered her own. Her body quivered slightly and she glanced around her nervously then returned to her lowered profile. She was trying to be submissive for him, only she wasn’t truly at his feet, she was outside and he wasn’t there to shield her and protect her which made her vulnerable and he could see she felt vulnerable. Especially since she was doing something she wasn’t comfortable doing in the first place. He liked her vulnerable, but only with him not against the rest of the world.

Trenton stepped over to Dane and passed him the paddle “Now make those tan thighs match the mauve blush on her ass.” He bowed out to Amelia and left hurriedly.

Trenton found Katianna still sitting in the window sill waiting on him, but she was crying. He heard the sniffle of tears before he reached her and rather ask questions to which he already knew the answer to, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to her home.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to be mad at me, but when I tried to come inside there were people at the back door and—”

“
Shhh
—it’s okay. I’m not mad.”

She wiped at her tears trying to regain her resolve, fearing that her tears would only make him feel worse.

“This wasn’t the right place for me to push. It was too soon.” He carried her around back finding the sliding glass door and the screen had been left wide open, “Okay so maybe this will piss me off.”

Trenton dropped down on the sofa, keeping her in his arms and he held her softly while he gave his head a moment to settle out his own emotions. He had wanted her to come inside, but with all that was going on inside, it wasn’t like Club Pain these were strangers and there weren’t any limits. He should have known better to urge her to surrender to him in front of so many strangers, but he was so ready for her to be with him it clouded his judgment.  A mistake he would not make again.

Katianna rested over his chest, trailing invisible lines on his skin. He was too much man for her and she knew it. He was in such control over himself and she felt like she had none. She thought she did, she was certain she was doing just fine until he decide to get up close and personal. Now she was a whirling mess of need, emotions and untouched passions. He knew what he wanted, she doubted there was ever a time when he didn’t and he made no reservation of going after it.