Becoming His Slave (86 page)

“Trenton?” Her voice broke. “This isn’t what I need.”

“What do you need, Katianna?” He asked with a tone that told her he would add whatever she asked for to the dowry.

So calm—she envied it. She was petrified right now. She began to fidget, “I need to tell you something—I need you to know this.” Tears filled her eyes as she fought to keep them away.

Trenton felt the lump form in his throat, she looked like she was ready to bolt any second—like a deer frozen in the headlights.
Did she want to back out suddenly?

“Katianna.” He stood holding his hand out for her. He eased her from her seat and led her out of the bank, his hands caressing her arms softly hoping to ease her as he prepared himself for a hard blow.

She turned to face him just as they reached the Knight. Pale blues filled with grief, “I’m afraid.”

“
Shh
—I know this.” His hand came up to grace the side of her face with his fingers, he stepped in close, gently easing her against his chest, “That’s why we’re here. So you never have to be frightened of being left with nothing again.”

She shook her head, “No, this isn’t what I need.” She pressed away from his chest and looked up at him. God how did she say this? She never knew the courage to ask for anything. Now she found it equally hard to tell him she already had what she needed—his love and
that
was what she never wanted to be without. Hell, she was a writer, why couldn’t she come up with the words?
Stupid writer
. “I don’t need the money or anything like that. It’s you.”

She stopped her brow furrowed—
did that come out right?
She wasn’t sure.

“Kat whatever it is we can work it out. We can take all the time in the world. Just please don't tell me you want to leave again. I could not bear it.”

“That’s what I am trying to tell you—” her eyes searching him franticly, “—it’s the same for me.” She dove into his chest suddenly, her arms wrapping around him.
Dammit,
she was falling apart just trying to get the words out.

Trenton pushed her out, holding her in front of him. His fingers firmly locked around her arms as he looked into her. He could feel the panic taking hold of her. That fear she was so easily victimized by. He needed to rope her in, calm her. “Katianna look at me.”

She shook her head, turmoil filled her face.

“Look at me right now.” He commanded, “I want you to tell me exactly what it is you are afraid of.”

She took a deep breath and with that she let it out—let it all out. “I want to be with you—I do, I really do, but—what if I lose you? It’s not the money or a home—it’s none of those things.” It all came blurting out now, like the flood gates releasing the words she had tried to find. They were all coming out and not necessarily in the graceful web of written talent she would have preferred. They just came and now she couldn’t stop them. She could only hope that Trenton would understand her sobbing gibberish. “I’m afraid. What happens to a slave—” her head shaking in a jerky expression of her fear.

Trenton stroked her hair, her shoulders trying to calm her as she came apart in his arms, “
Shhh
—nothing it going to happen to you Katianna.”

“I’ll never survive without you, Trenton!” She nearly screamed it at him, her eyes wide waiting for his response.

Relief—that’s what Trenton felt at that very moment.  That the swarm of emotions that was sending her topsy-tervy was fear of losing him. As if that would ever happen.
Not.
He smiled. He couldn’t stop it had he tried and he didn’t. His fingers sliding down the side of her face and sweeping her hair from her eyes. Eyes he planned to look into for the rest of his life. “That is never going to happen, Katianna. You are never going to lose me. Tell me you’re mine and not even third world war can tear you from my arms.”

She nearly collapsed in his arms with his admission, and the tears came pouring out with sobs, “Never let go?”

“Never.” He affirmed, kissing her. The top of her head, her forehead, her temples. He pulled her chin up with a crooked finger to force her to look at him, “Never.” He pulled her back into his arms, nearly crushing her into his chest and he felt her body settle. Relief finding his little woman as it had found him.
No
—he thought as he held her,
not a chance in hell would he ever let her go
. She was his and after tonight she would know it.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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Ever since that fateful night when Katianna opened up to him about her sexual desires, he had taken a considerable amount of time figuring out and planning how he was going to fulfill her fantasy in order to win her final submission. And she had some potent ingredients that had to be included, starting with Fear—Thrill—Arousal—Fierce Domination and finally Fucking his claim on her. He’d even gone as far as watch a few documentaries on lions mating—
that was actually fun
. All of this had to fit into the ritual of his own design. The ritual that would finalize her surrender as his slave as well as display to her what that meant for the both of them.

Trust, Obeying and Surrender. A far deeper bond then
to have and to hold
.

But first, there was the need to address her
running away
. He had run it through his head over and over since last night. And there was no way around it, he could not allow it to go unpunished, but he hadn’t intended her to go into their ritual with a sore bottom, but after weighing it out he could not put if off any longer. Her entrance into his home would have to include the lesson that running away would not be tolerated.

Katianna wandered through the house, it was like a surreal maze. It even had that effect on her. The modern architectural design was bold and striking. Again color played a large role in its appearance, for all the angles and lines that went into it; color was given equal consideration to the overall fabrication. Deep tans and creams trimmed and accented with dark woods and rustic paints. Black Volga granite marble fused with blue labradorite made up the hall way floor, the counter tops in the kitchen and one wall in the master bath.

Trenton had remained in the living room the entire time only his eyes following her. She knew this because she would look at him from one of the many balcony views. It was strange in a way. Walking in a home she’d never stepped foot in till now. Now it was her home too and rather than give her the dime tour he allowed her to creep around at her own pace—
like a mouse
—just letting it all sink in. Three sets of stairs gave access to the two story plus loft, sized home. All wrapped around the living room area which for the most part was the focal point of its design with a two and half story glass wall that looked out towards the Atlantic—that part was breath taking.

Off to the side of the house construction was under way for a lap pool and when finished would be completely cased in by the addition to the house providing sheltered access even during the winter months. She grinned at the thought wondering if it was there because of their brief conversation at Club La Rouge.

The interior design in itself was the highlight, with little décor to clutter it up. What adornment there was lined the hallways in the media of photographic art. All black and white erotica images, bodies kissed with shadows, bound or shackled, posed quietly for their photographer.  Now they hung suspended in their ropes for their Dominus’ wall.

Kat made her way along the halls once more using the balcony as her guide line to get back to the living room where Trenton waited for her. But as she made her way down the stairs, the expression on his face had her stepping a little more cautiously. Far more intimidating then that first time she had been brought to his office—no this time she was certain the principle had a paddle in store for her. She didn’t see it in his hand, but something in his eyes said she was in trouble and once she was standing in front of him she was certain of it.

Trenton’s expression was tight; he took a deep breath then let his eyes flicker down at the empty space of floor at his feet. Without further instruction Katianna knelt down in the spot, she had agreed to give willingly; she would not take it back. No matter how loudly that little voice of her told her to
runaway.

“Kat, do you remember what it was I told you years ago when I was charged with your protection at the expo?”

She nodded.

“Do you remember the agreement we had in Paris?”

This time she swallowed hard, because she had promised to never shut him out no matter how upset she was. And yet when she ran away she had done exactly that. He had desperately tried to reach her to know that she was okay. He even offered to take her to wherever she wanted to go just to be sure she arrived safely and she had not only refused, she did so silently. Refusing to give him a single word that she was safe. And she knew now, what that had done to him.

“I know you get scared Katianna and I am not punishing you for that, but that you ran from me. I cannot allow you to place yourself in danger like that. We both know the dangers in the world—in the city. I expect to know where you are at all times and if you’re frightened or even mad at me, I expect you to come to me about it, not runaway and shut me out. You place yourself in harm’s way when you do so.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I wish that were enough.” His gaze fell heavily on her now. “But we had already made that agreement once before, yet you broke both conditions in the same act. I have to make sure you never do it again.” He shook his head, but it wasn’t disapproval she saw it was worry and pain. Like on the beach, granted he was mad then too, but he was afraid for her. Afraid something had happened to her and it had been unbearable for him. And what had she done? She called
red
and ran away only furthering his pain.

“Come up here.” Trenton leaned back on the sofa waiting for her to take his lap and then she saw the ball gag in his hand.

She stood on her knees inching up closer to him, but the trepidation was tightening, filling her joints and her muscles till she felt too stiff to move.

Trenton held the ball up offering it. She swallowed, she knew she wasn’t going to get out of this; it was futile to even try. She had done exactly what he said she did. What if something had happened to her? There would have been no way he could get to her fast enough. She opened her mouth. A slow intimidated movement, but she didn’t flinch when he placed it in her mouth then caressed the side of her face. Leaving the straps dangling down.

She felt the burn in her eyes and before she could stop it a tear escaped her, streaming down her cheek that was soon mirrored by another on the opposite cheek.

“Are you crying because you know what you did was wrong and feel remorse for it?” She nodded. “Or because I am about to punish you?” She nodded once more. Trenton fingers linger along her cheek offer the small touch to settle her for a brief moment. “At least you’re still honest with me.” And his hand moved to support her chest as he leaned in scooping her legs up and pulled her over his lap face down. “Place your hands up on the sofa cushion.”

But instead they shot to the middle of her back offering them to him. Had it not been punishment he was about to dole out he would have smiled. She didn’t trust herself to remain still, so she surrendered them to him to refrain. Trenton took her arms pushed them in deeper, positioning her hands to clasp her elbows, then he held them pinned to her lower back with the firm pressure of one hand. Pulling her shorts down over her ass. His hand lingered tracing the round curve. So petit and very sweet. He stopped. This was not the time for playing, he took a deep breath and delivered the first landing.

Katianna’s whole body bounced up and a yelp muffled past the gag. When she settled, he delivered the next.

Heat flared on the flesh of her bottom, she twisted under him glancing back over her shoulder, steeling a look at her Dominus. He was deeply disappointed, because of what she had done and perhaps because he felt he had no choice but to start their relationship this way and that made it all the harder to bear. The next blow came and quickly followed with another, leaving little pause between each contact of his hot hand over her flesh. Each one stinging straight through to the next, there was no soothing out the burn in between as he did when he delivered the spankings for pleasure or her minor offenses. This was unrelenting. It wasn’t cruel, but the fierce fire that was building did not decipher one smack from the next. Tears swelled up in her eyes as the pain and swirl of emotions spiraled inside her. Her lips quivered against the ball delicately placed in her mouth and she found herself biting into it so not to lose it. It was her only means to keep from crying out entirely. Another landing of his hand and she started sobbing. She didn’t even know how many he had already delivered; she couldn’t discern one from the next as his hand came down again and again and again. One after another from one cheek to the next. And just as she was out of breath from her whimpering and sobbing they stopped.

Her bottom ending in an inferno of misery. It burned, her skin hot and tight. More tears clogged her throat. Her chest heaved as she tried and failed to pant through the pain, but it was no use. The agony of her throbbing ass overwhelmed her.

“When you stray off you place yourself in dangerous territory.” He reminded her why he was so protective. He lifted her up, guiding her arms free and instinctively her arms wrapped around his neck and clung to him like a little girl. She felt him move shifted down onto the sofa taking her with him to rest her over his chest. Then she felt his fingers on her face and he pulled the gag from her mouth and messaged her jaws to relieve the ache.