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Authors: Talon P. S.,Ayla Stephan

Tags: #MF, #slave, #mm, #Caning, #Master, #BDSM, #D/S

 

As the hour ground on, Trenton struggled to keep focused. He was losing that battle and was more than willing to call it quits for the night, but he’d said he would wait.

There was a knock at the door.
Finally
— “Come in!”

 

Trenton’s gaze flickered up at the door as Diesel opened it, he gruffed at the man then looked back down at his paperwork, but he took a double take when the figure in his peripheral coming in wasn’t Diesel. He looked up and there she was—his Katianna walking into his office. He froze, he was almost half betting he was dreaming, that perhaps he dozed off while he was waiting on Diesel to show up and now he was seeing what he wanted to see. His little mouse coming back to him. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to blink. He didn’t want the dream to end.

She eased up to his desk then set her phone down on its surface and pushed it over to him, “I’d like my chip back please.”

Trenton’s heart was pounding, tearing through the very fabric that kept it in place, his soul bleeding out in hopes she was truly here. Had she really just come back?

Trenton was quickly out of his seat, moving around the desk till he was directly in front of her and so far she hadn’t disappeared.

“Kat?” He dared to whisper to her as his hand went out to touch her face and the second he felt her warm skin underneath his fingers, he was scooping her up. His arms wrapping around her so tight, it would likely strangle her, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go. He lifted her, his mouth coming over her, pulling her legs around his waist. He spun with her in his grip and set her down on his desk taking her head in both hands and licked deeply at her kiss. He plundered her mouth like a pillaging warlord sacking a village. He drew on her submission, unable to get enough, each kiss stoking a craving for more. Stealing the taste of her on his tongue, then pushing his arms around her again and pressed her to him. His mind was reeling around so fast he wanted to touch and kiss every part of her body all at once. Caught in an undertow of sexual hunger, he didn’t know where to start. He could feel her own yearning, her own hunger for him and that ignited him further. Deepening his kiss, tangling with her tongue till he could hear her whimper for breath.

It took every ounce of energy just to pull away, but he wanted to see her face, see it in her eyes that she had truly come back to him and when he looked all his pain melted. She needed him as much as he needed her and he could see it in her eyes. He pulled her into him again kissing her forehead—her temple— “Oh god baby—” he gasped pressing his head against hers, “Don’t you ever leave me again.”

Katianna felt her body melting in his arms. This was what she had sought all her life and hadn’t even known it. She wanted to feel safe and warm. Unafraid. Things she often had in brief moments when she was with Trenton. She just never knew that all those came complete with her submission to her Dominus.
Her Dominus
—she smiled pressing into his shoulder, “I'm not going to.”

He was running his fingers through her hair enjoying the silky feeling in his hands, “I promise to go easy—we’ll take all the time—"

“No.” Her head snapped back so she could look up at him, “I don’t want you to wait anymore. I don’t want to be out here alone anymore.”

Trenton caressed the side of her cheek with the palm of his hand, studying her carefully. “Katianna—are you sure?”

Her expression warmed and she showed him her heart, in her eyes and in her smile, “Yes I’m sure.”

He hugged her to rest on his chest, “Tomorrow then. Tonight I watch over you as you spend the last night in your world and tomorrow—I will bring you into mine.”

~  *  ~  *  ~  *  ~  *  ~  *  ~

 

While Katianna had gathered the strength to step past her fears and give her life over to Trenton, her fears were not done with her and that night as she slept in his arms, the nightmares came for her.

Katianna woke with a scream, her hands thrashing out to fend off the vermin that crawled on her as she slept.

“Stop I didn’t take it!” Her cries trailed off when she realized she had been in the all too familiar nightmare. She stared up at Trenton who crooned over her to sooth her fitful tears. But even tucked safely away in Trenton’s arms her nightmare had found her. That her agonizing past could still find her and torment her was too much to bear when she was already overwhelmed with emotions. “Make the nightmares go away, Trenton. I don’t want them coming for me anymore.” Her head fell back and exiled herself to her sobs.

“I’m trying baby—you gotta tell me what they are first.” He kissed her forehead tenderly, sheltering her body with his own. He wiped away her tears with a thumb then kissed her cheeks were they came again. “Shhh—tell me what’s happening.” His arms wrapping around her tighter, hugging her against his chest.

“I’m in the water. The boat over turned, but I managed to crawl up on the spine and hide in the box there.” She took a deep breath forcing the sobbing to clutch in her throat before she could continue, “I’m in the box but the sharks keep circling around. One of them keeps trying to take the box away from me. He thinks I stole it from him, but I keep telling him I found it and then the rats come and they’re running over me while I sleep.”

A squeamish movement, he could only take as something akin to claustrophobia had her shifting uncomfortable under him, so he rolled over to his back, pulling her with him and held her resting on his chest.

Trenton caressed her hair and her back to soothe her. The dream didn’t make any sense to him. The sharks he could easily figure out, hell his dad was stationed in Clearwater for two years, there was always news of someone getting bit by a Bull shark there, but he didn’t understand the rest of it. But he recalled the old boyfriend had done something to her.

“What did Garrett do to you baby?”

Katianna’s eyes flickered up painfully at him. She’d never told anyone what happened to her, but she knew it was the true source of her nightmares. She tucked her face against his chest; she couldn’t bear to look at him while she told him. Trenton reached under her chin lifting her face, not allowing her to block him out. “Don’t shut me out, Katianna.”

Katianna’s eyes drifted to some unseen image to her left, as she drew up the past and it seethed her face with lines as the pain of it came crashing back. “I was out with Amelia and Vashon, that night—when I got home he’d put all my things out in the hallway and locked me out. I took what I could carry, but I had no place to go and no money. I tried to get into one of those battered women’s shelters—but they were all full. I was so tired by then, I ended up sleeping in a back alley where I found a box to hide in.”

Trenton’s entire body clenched, his muscles curling with heated anger at what she was telling him. That bastard had thrown her out knowing she would have no place to go. But that she had slept in an alley—scared to death. It was no wonder she had nightmares. He felt her body shaking now, felt the fear that gripped her too many times in her life. He pulled her down on his chest and held her.

She had accused him of abandoning her and now he realized why that had destroyed her so deeply. He held her head against him, stroked her hair, “Oh god baby I’m so sorry.” Pain ripped through him not just what she had gone through with Garrett, but that he had hurt her as well.

“Baby why didn’t you come to me? I could have helped you. Didn’t you know you could have asked for help?”

“I didn’t know you at the time.” Fresh tears fell. And he could feel them pool up on his chest.

“What about Amelia?”

“I did, but I had to wait till Tuesday because her office was closed. And it happened on Friday.”

Trenton was lifting her, pulling her up to look at him, but she saw the rage saw the shock in his eyes and she looked away she couldn’t bare him to look at her that way. Couldn't bear what he thought of her.

“Baby? Were you out there that whole time?”

She nodded, so full of shame, “Four nights. One night somebody tried to take my box. He said I stole it from him, but I didn’t. I found it in the dumpster. I was so scared I thought he was going to hurt me so I ran away. I went into the park and crawled into a pipe. I thought it would be safe there because it was so small. Too small for anyone else to crawl into. It started raining in the night and I was glad I was there, because I would have gotten wet if I had still been in the box, but then the rats came. There were so many—they were crawling all over me!” Her head popped up and her eyes filled with the terror she had lived through in those four days and finally her sobs came in a flood and he held her. He didn’t try to stop them he knew she needed to feel—to finally let it out—only then could she stop running.

“You won’t do that to me will you?” Her sobs turning into panic at the fear of ever having to go through that hell again.

“Listen to me. That is never going to happen to you again, baby. I promise you nothing like that will ever happen. You will never be without a place to live.” He pulled her head up to look at him again, “Do you hear me? I will
never
do that to you, even if you thought you needed to leave me, you’ll stay with me till I can set you up with a place of your own, so you're never without. But I’m telling you—I don’t ever plan on letting you go. I love you too much and have waited too long.”

Katianna reached for him, her hands cupping at his face. He could see she needed his kiss and he pulled her up so he could give it to her.

Katianna could feel all her fears melting away in his kiss, she pulled back, still holding his face in her hands and she stared into his eyes. “Say that last part again. Let me hear you say it once more.” Desperate need to console her pain.

“I love you Katianna.” He pulled her down “I love you.” And she instantly collapsed there, arms around his neck and shoulders, her face buried into him and the sobs came like a flood of release. All the pain and fear she’d been carrying around in her little body came crashing out into waves of sobs. His hold tightened around her and he kissed the top of her head as she spilled for him. Surrendered them to him.

“I love you too. I’m sorry I ran away.” She sobbed more, her words muffled against his shoulder, “I’ll never do it again I promise.” Release came so hard for her she was nearly choking on her tears now. Trenton rolled her to her back so his own caged over her, wrapping around her so completely because he knew that was what she needed. Her walls of Jericho came down, her haunted past was leaving, now she needed his sheltering to make sure none of those painful things ever came back. He kissed the tears from her face. He loved them. They tasted exotic to him, because they were tears of release, of letting go and they were his.

“You believe me don’t you? That I won’t run away again?” Her crying finally subsiding, quieting down. Letting her find her peace within his arms.

“Of course I do. Because I’m never going to give you permission to leave me.” He soothed her with warm dominance.

Her lips tightened as if they tried to smile, “Do you believe that I love you?”

“Yes.” He kissed her lips, “You would never have surrendered to me if you didn’t.”

Her eyes blinked a few times each one longer then the last. Sleep and exhaustion were coming for her now, this time she would sleep without nightmares. “Don’t let go okay?” She whispered half in, half out of sleep now.

He kissed her cheek. Kissed her sleeping eyes, then her lips. “Never.”

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That following morning Trenton helped her pack her things, surprised that she still didn’t have very many things, all the furnishings in the guest house were still Amelia’s.

Kat took a moment to catch up on emails, while Trenton made a few phone calls to arrange her belongings to be moved and talked with Amelia.

Her fan mail box had more in it then usual from building up, but then she spotted one with Paris’ name, in the title box it said—
please open
.

 

Katianna,
 I hope this finds you in time. I wanted to tell you something. Something I hope that little writer's mind of yours will understand. And that is to JUMP. Never mind the racing train, or the ticking bomb that’s ready to explode any minute or that the bridge is out and the train will soon go crashing to the bottom of the grand canyon. Forget about the safety net and just jump little mouse, because I saw something when you weren’t looking and that is Trenton loves you more than any man on the planet or the known universe will ever love you and he will care for you in ways you and I can’t even begin to imagine. You don’t need a safety net because Trenton is the safety net. Justjump and he will catch you. And everything will be perfect once you’re in his arms.
Paris Dalqeaute

 


Thanks Paris

After they left to her surprise Trenton took her to the bank, where he set up a bank account that was only in her name, deposited a large sum of money and showed it to her.

“This is yours. No matter what and you can do whatever you want with it.”

“But you can take care of it for me right?” She never had so much money and wasn’t sure how one went about managing it either.

“Actually no Miss Dumas.” The bank manager began to explain, “He set it up so that he can never access it, but in the event that you lose your personal ID or forget your account info all you have to do is come in and request a finger print scan and your funds will be available to you then.”

Katianna was floored by the offer. That he’d gone to such length just to make her feel secure. An account that once given, he could never take it back. Now that he knew what it was she had been afraid of all this time he made sure she never had anything to ever worry about again, but this wasn’t what she wanted. This wasn’t what she needed and she was racked with the guilt that Trenton thought that this was what kept her from him.

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