Becoming His Slave (67 page)

Katianna didn’t move slow, she wanted him completely devoured from the very start. As he held his cock in stern offering for her from the base she slid her tongue up its length, trying to recall how it had once been hers before. She could only remember faint images and something about being washed up from the sea. She grinned if only she could remember that part. Her tongue traced its length, circled over the distressed purple cap then without any hesitation she sucked it into her mouth. Dancing her tongue in a swirl around the broad head then sucked him all the way to the back of her throat as she dropped her head down over him.

She heard him hissing through his teeth that soon turned into a gasp as she moved up his hard rod then back down once more. Having delivered her shock, now it was time for lots of awe. Her tongue wagged over the hard flesh, laving over the pulsing veins in the thick shaft as he filled her mouth and she worked her way up, with lots of detail of her tongue. Licking and sucking in a steady combination till she had only the swollen head of his cock still secured between her lips. Her tongue running over it several times in a spiral dance then pressed and rolled against the gland, underneath the flange, then to the side to push against the piercing jewelry, adding pressure to them. She backed off further, sucking the cap in and out of her mouth with a tender, kissing suction and the first bit of his taste hit her tongue. The slick saline of pre-cum. She licked over the piercings once more then dropped her mouth down over his cock, taking him all the way in till he hit the back of her throat.

“God yes baby. Take it mouse.” He hissed again, torn by the need to just drop back and ride her mouth out till the end and wanting to watch.

Her head pumping steadily up and down as she sucked him hard. Trenton’s blood started rushing in time to her movements. He tried to keep his hips still, but it was no use… they wanted to move, to force his cock deeper into her throat, all the way down. He felt the back of her throat again felt the muscles of her esophagus caress him with a gentle swallow and he cuffed the rest of his cock with his hand to mark the spot, to keep him from forcing her beyond her intake if he lost control of himself and he was so close to that loss.

“Kat,” the course whisper came from him in a hot breath, “Look at me.”

Katianna did as she was told and was instantly rewarded with an escaped groaning sigh that heaved across his chest as their eyes met.

“Damn. I knew those pale blues were going to do me in the first time I ever saw them looking up at me.”

Her eyes shaded in a slow blink like a purring expression. She hadn’t even begun to do him in yet. Her tongue seeking out the slit at the top of his shaft, her movement spreading it open and slipped in.

The shock of pink electricity that ran through him at that moment was something completely new to him. His head snapped back and it took everything not to ram inside her mouth. Her hands pressed flat against his groin to keep him steady as her tongue continued to search over his glands then back to the eye opening. Repeatedly teasing the tapered head, licking round the rim and prying open the eye. “Ahhh shit that’s incredible.” He moaned with a heavy expel of oxygen from his lungs. He’d never felt such a sensation. The electrifying thrill which sent shockwaves down the length of his rigid shaft to explode in his balls then ricochet up his ass.

Cautiously Katianna pressed in letting the tip of her tongue enter the generous slit, and hearing a loud groan of pleasure from Trenton, she forced her tongue deeper and flicked it around. Then circled around the head to suck the fullness of the gland in her mouth then returned her tongue back to repeat the whole dance. Once more pressing into his urethra, creating an explosion of sensation to the thousands of nerves that existed there just like a woman’s clit. Her one wicked power knowing she could do to him what he had done to her.

Using a combination of soft and hardened tension she molested his hole with her tongue, forcing it in as far as she could and wriggling it around to inflame him all the more.

Trenton’s hand tightened on her back nearly clinching into her hair, his chest growling, the incensed pleasure so annihilating it was becoming too much for him to take calmly. His whole body shuttering underneath her, his hand moving to her head, fingers fisting in her hair. He wasn’t going to allow her to keep it up for much longer, but until he pulled her away she continued to tongue fuck the eye to his cock, flicking her tongue in and out, probing his slit deeper and deeper, and wriggling ever more intensely. Kat knew she was riding him to the edge and she knew he would only allow it for so long.

“Ahh fuck!” He groaned in a tight curse his hand tightened on the back of her head, “Enough!” And he pushed her down over his cock. The force of his hand on the back of her head stopped just before his cock hit her throat, but then she did something he wasn’t expecting. Opened up she took him in further on her own power. Her tongue rolling over the hard shaft suckling against his skin and she took in more.

“No Kat.” He hissed, his hand urging her off.

Katianna didn’t let him slow her from what she wanted. Her head bobbing, stroking his full length with her mouth and slowly peeled his hand from his base replacing it with her own. Stroking him with her own fingers while her other hand roamed over his abs feeling the tension build there, making her all the more hungry for him. She wanted the taste of him in her mouth, wanted that
prize
as Paris called it. She licked her way down the turgid shaft once more till she felt that marker point. Hearing him breathing heavily above her, growling.  She knew she need only give one more thing and she’d win his release.

He watched transfixed with the site of his wet shaft sliding in and out of her mouth. “Oh god baby I’m ready to explode.”

Relaxing her throat she took every bit of his length down her throat. The hot thick flesh straining against the muscles of her neck, but she managed it without gagging, allowing a soft swallow that hugged his cock.

“
Ahhh
—fuck yes. Yes
-s-ss
Kat.” And she felt the first hard, hot blast of semen rocket against the back of her throat. It was followed by more. Thick hard pulses of creamy cum spurted down her throat as he cried out above her. Now she remembered what she thought that one night. She’d written about it, how he tasted—like a summer night storm. Decadent and manly.

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Diesel and Paris were also enjoying their weekend to stay at home, at least Diesel was. Paris found himself just as frustrate as ever, but luck had it for Diesel’s plans that three of the five slaves that had arrived that day to receive boarding until the auction were men and Diesel made quick work of their arrival to torment Paris with. Though Diesel called it testing their skills.

“Since you have arrived early, are you open to demonstrate your skills to serve me as I see fit?”

“I will serve you for however long you ask of me, Master Patronus.” Each one of the slaves responded upon their arrival and being questioned.

“It will be only for the next two days—as of Monday you will be denied any sexual release until which time your new owner allows it. Do you understand this?” Each of the slaves nodded when he explained this and all five were readily eager to serve as long and as often as it would be allowed to fulfill their need to serve and be rewarded till Monday came along and refused them.

Diesel had Paris tied down on one of the pool loungers and used the slaves to take turns sucking him off taking him to the edge then forcing them to stop before he could cum. All while he swam laps in the pool watching. Marcus of course was taking advantage of the two girls when they arrived. Diesel eventually gave in to his own needs stretched out over the steps to the pool while one of the girls worked him with her mouth and both hands. And too add to his pleasure describing it for Paris.

“Are you going to leave him tortured all night?” Marcus asked Diesel with some thought that perhaps Diesel was being too rough on the man.

Diesel stepped around the back side of where Paris was strapped down, his hand gliding around to stroke over his slave’s chest and tease his nipples and squeeze his peck muscles. “Oh I suppose I’ll let him get off sometime tonight.”

“You’ll take me to your bed?” Paris husked out. He was so damned horny to start with and then to be sucked to the edge of obliteration only to have it taken from him, not once, but three times today. His entire body burned with zinging lust and still it burned for just the one man.

“No. But make good company for me tonight and I just might let you have all three men for your bed for the whole night.” Diesel leaned in closer, “Would that satisfy your lust Paris?”

Paris didn’t say anything, only turned his head away. Sure he’d get off, perhaps even a few times before he wore the men out, but he wouldn’t be satisfied. He was certain of it. His fulfillment was riding on being taken by the Patronus. The close proximity to the man only tormented him further. But after what he’d witnessed the night before followed by the briefest kiss put Paris in a rare pouty mood and Diesel’s constant rejection was wearing him down.

It wasn’t until after they had all eaten that evening when it appeared that once again Paris would be sent to his bed alone, that he dared to question Diesel’s motives.

“What is it about me that turns you off so much?”

“You think because I refuse your passes that I am not turned on by you?”

“Or something like that.”

Diesel didn’t comment further. He got up from his chair snatching a convenient set of shackles on the table, left from when he’d removed them from one of their earlier arrivals and walked towards Paris. He hadn’t planned on chaining Paris’ hands that night, but he could see he did need to give a little to bring Paris back up. Paris wasn’t use to being denied and that Diesel had held out so long felt like nothing but rejection for the fallen angel. So he would give him a little boost, but not so foolishly as to not put some restraints in place before doing so. Paris was a natural bottom, but he was not a small man and was powerful enough to challenge his own strength.  

Paris only huffed as Diesel drew closer. He long since stopped fighting the restraints; they came off a hell of a lot sooner if he just went with the flow.

Diesel stepped up until they were nearly nose to nose. He tilted his head in a teasing approach, but Paris didn’t take the bait this time. No sense in trying to kiss a man, who wasn’t going to kiss back. Diesel strapped the first leather cuff around his wrists then rounded the chain behind Paris’ back, then attached the adjacent cuff to his opposite wrist. Paris could still move his arms, but it was limited and could easily be made even more so depending on what Diesel had in store for him.

“Maybe I just have better control of my lust.” Diesel took another step in. Paris had no choice but to step back in mirrored reaction, then another when Diesel stepped into him again.

“Yeah well I guess it’s easy to control, when you have none. So why don’t you just answer the question?” Whatever Patronus was thinking he wasn’t letting go of his mood. He was tired of this game. He wanted to get laid or sent on his way to return to the island. At least there he could find some action. Only problem was the only action he wanted was standing right in front of him. How insane was that? Since when did he ever want just one man? While he would gladly accept sexual gratification from the Dominus as well, his focus was dialed in on just having Diesel Gentry.

Diesel kept silent taking two more steps till he had Paris backed against the sofa and pushed him down into it. Paris stumbled back so quickly he didn’t have time to position the shanks to his advantage and found himself sitting on the chains that connected his wrists and before he could remedy it, Diesel was moving down over him. First one knee sliding in against his thigh, planting firmly against his hip. His other knee did the same till Diesel was literally sitting straddled tightly over Paris’ lap. Placing Paris’ legs pinned under his and his arms pinned by the chain now secured under his own ass and Diesel’s knees.

Diesel took Paris’ jaw in his hand and forced his head back on the sofa, “Stop being such a brat.”

“But I do it so well.” Paris huffed.

“Mmmm—” and rather unexpectedly Diesel licked him. His tongue trailing up from the center of his face from chin to brow, “And that you do.” His hips rolling into the lap he sat across.

“Still haven’t answered my question.” Paris tried to stay focused on the answer he sought, but having Diesel so close and not just close. The man was grinding against him and Paris found himself folding under the burning need to have and feel more. He pressed up into Diesel as much as he could under his weight, if for nothing else but to increase the friction between them. He bit his lip. He wanted the man to fuck him so bad his whole body ached for it.

“Because you’re still trying to be in control.” Diesel hovered just a breath from his kiss, countered back from any attempt Paris made to close the gap.

“Not controlling. I just know what I want.”

“No—you don’t. You’ll fuck any man with power tools that walks by, but tell me— when was the last time any one of them satisfied your needs. Fucked you till you were utterly spent and filled.”

“I admit to being a slut, but I don’t just let anyone fuck me. I just like a lot of sex.” He tried once more to seal the teasing lips with no gain and it infuriated him, “And if you’re not going to give it, then get the fuck off me!”

Diesel ignored the outburst wanting to keep to the importance of the topic. “And without a lover to know your body, just how satisfying does your sex feel?” Diesel didn’t wait for the answer. He didn’t need the answer. He could already see the pain that haunted Paris’ eyes. Paris need only admit it to himself that he’d never felt complete satisfaction in his entire life. Diesel came down over Paris’ mouth, first just a heavy brush of his lips, his tongue pushing out to invite him in.

Paris’ lips parted, but cautiously at first as if he couldn’t believe Diesel actually intended to kiss him. Diesel used the moment to linger breathing into him, then took the kiss he intend to give. He licked at one side then pivoted his head to lick the other then dove deep inside Paris’ mouth to tangle with his tongue, lapping at it to come out and discover what it was like to be kissed by its master.