Becoming His Slave (89 page)

His cock ached with the high and he needed to be inside her again and with it he would tear away her soul and claim it as well. And when she would cry for her release, he would demand her admission of who she belonged to. When he was finished tonight, there would be no resistance, no disobedience. Every part of her would belong to him, in complete surrender.

Trenton broke the kiss, his arms sweeping her legs out from under her and he set her down on her back, spreading her legs wide for him and came down over her. He pulled her mouth to him and devoured her lips in a heated kiss, his tongue licking at every depth to find her taste. He was losing his control, the need to just melt inside her, lose his mind within the storm of pleasure that threatened to never let him go.

She burned in his arms like fire, the sweat made their bodies slick, pasting themselves into one fused body of pleasure; he no longer knew where his ended and hers began. He kissed along her neck and down her chest till he found the hard erect nipple and sucked on it fiercely. One then the other, tasting the salt of their sweat. He needed to be inside her again, wanting to seal his fate with hers.

Finding her lips once more he came over them kissing so deeply he robbed them both of their breath and stole even more from her as his cock sank in, sliding between her wet slick walls.

“Oh god Kat.” He groaned, his body slipping into a fervid rapture. Pulling her legs around his waist he began rolling deep inside her, slow destructive strokes of his cock confounded with the rocking friction of his groin against her clit. Each smooth rolling motion between her thighs sent sharp darts of ecstasy traveling through her body.

He wasn’t going to last much longer and he knew it. He slipped a hand under her ass lifting her as he began a strong, steady motion inside her body.

Katianna was instantly moaning new cries, if he’d only allow her a descent lung of air she would scream. The pinnacle of her clitoris winding tighter and tighter with each penetrating thrust as he pistoned into her harder and deeper. Her body soared to reach the climatic wave, pulsing as every inch of him poured into her like liquid lust. She felt her muscles tightening, the shuddering electricity in her clit, breaching out like a threatening pulse, near explosion.

“Come for me.” She heard him growl against her neck.

Trenton groaned feeling her sweet pudendum quake, the silk drenched walls desperately trying to hang onto him as the next orgasm took hold of her. He pistoned into her harder, faster, till he felt his own release slipping from his control.

Trenton’s own release joined in the quavering ecstasy of his slave’s body. His mind spiraled in gluttonous satisfaction. His hands tightened to fists. His muscles bunched then abruptly loosened. His cock pulsed with the explosion of hot semen, sending out a deep vibration as he surged deeper inside her, spilling the thick fluids that shot out, hitting the back of her swollen walls, soaking into every cell of her body, claiming it. His hips jerked, his cock straining to thrust inside her farther as they both cried out with the quickening of pleasure so intense it was seizingly painful.

Trenton dropped to his elbows over her, letting only part of his weight rest in her. He kissed her temple and cheek lazily, waiting out the aftershocks of their release and for them to catch their breaths. He listened to her pounding heart, the whimper in every breath she took. He loved every faint sweet sound.

Katianna’s body rippled endlessly it seemed it would never stop, but the room was dropping from under her and she no longer felt Trenton in her arms. Her body growing numb, she was unsure of her arms entirely. The darkness behind the blind fold darker still. She was falling and she was afraid, afraid he was not there to catch her.

“Trenton please I’m scared! Hold me—” She cried out, “I’m falling!”

Trenton pulled up to his knees pulling her with him, wrapped her tightly in his arms, His hand coming to hold her head to his shoulder. Her entire body trembled deep down to her very bones, her thighs still clenching around him in involuntary spasms. “Shh little mouse, I got you and I’m never letting you go.” He stroked her damp hair and held her to him.

She could feel his arms on her now. Felt the possessive strength in them. She was no longer falling, but drifting, flying.

“Who do you belong to baby?” He whispered in her cheek as he kissed her.

“Trenton Leos—” she barely was able to whisper her answer as her body felt limp and she slumped in his arms and she whimpered some sleepy protest to her weakness.

“Don’t worry baby. I got you. I’ll always have you.” He kissed her, knowing she couldn’t answer. But some deep part of her would hear him. “And when you wake up. I’m going to start all over again.” He twisted easing down on the bed with her still in his arms. He rested back on the pillows keeping her over his chest and held her, pulling the sheets over her body as their bodies began to cool from their damp skin.  

He could still feel the trembling in her body so deeply rooted he wondered if it would ever stop. It wouldn’t bother him in the least if it didn’t. He loved how it felt, that it did this because of him, like a tiny vibrating toy that only he controlled the switch. He smoothed her hair down, watching her unconscious body laying on top of him. He couldn’t stop looking at her, smiling. Could never stop touching her. And he knew that she wasn’t his slave he was hers. Because living without Katianna just wasn’t going to be possible.

After a small respite, Trenton got dressed and gently, yet possessively carried Katianna’s unconscious body out of the room carefully wrapped up in a silk robe. Her head cradled against his shoulder. His eyes swept across the lounge till they found his brother and locked gazes with him. Trenton’s expression saying nothing more than it was done.
She was his.

Diesel fell in before his brother, keeping anyone from even thinking to stop the Dominus for conversation and escorted the two out of the club.

“Was it worth it?” Diesel asked as he opened the back door to Trenton’s Knight, holding it for him to climb in with Katianna still in his arms.

Trenton shot a smile back at him. “And then some. I’d go through it all a hundred times more just to have tonight.” But the truth was tonight wasn’t over yet. What he built between them tonight would never end.

Katianna vaguely recalled waking, they were moving, but before she needed to ask Trenton’s warm whispers filled her ear, letting her know they were on their way home. She was content to nestle in his arms, half awake, half in a dream and completely surrendered to him.

And then she dreamed of him being inside her again, his lips taking her kiss, locking and fusing with her. The rich taste of his tongue tangled into her own. The hard iron flesh of his cock sinking to her depths, then thrusting inside her, burning and pillaging her body till she was swept up by the quickening—realizing she was not dreaming, but caught in his storm of lust and pure sensation of ecstasy.

She tried to keep a mental grasp of their bodies, her hips rocking up to meet his every thrust, but each penetrating stroke threw her higher and higher into a maelstrom of palpation, sending her mind spinning. She didn’t know which way was up, she only knew where he touched her. She could hear her own whimpers and she was helpless against them. She tried to hang on. Tried to meet his needs then it was anything just to hold onto him, but he would not even give her that much control over her own body.

“Let go and just feel, baby.” She heard his whispers, felt the deep strokes of his cock press into her. His chest and shoulders enveloping her body. She heard the cacophony of her moans and cries laced within the raspy breaths coming from Trenton. Wrapping his arms around her, holding her close and taking her, pushing her, throwing her over the edge of madness as the first of her orgasm tore through her.

She exploded. Fragmenting and melting around him as she arched and felt her womb contracting, her clit releasing the agony of need inside it as her sex clenched and pulsed.

He was taking her higher, always higher like a wave that was building across a vast ocean and only he would decide when she could be released.

“Trenton—please—”

“Please what baby?”

She shook her head, puzzled. Her mental state fractured, she didn’t know
what,
only that she had pleaded with him.

“
Mmmm
—” he hummed in her neck with soft warm kissing, reveling in her revelation that her mind like her body could not function unless he did or said what he wanted her to feel and say at this very moment. “You belong to me now little mouse—” he kissed her again, laving at her lips. His lust building so high he was fighting back his need to ravage her with untamed brutal savageness. “You wanted to tell me you need to cum for me.”

“Yes-
s-ss
. Yes that’s it.” She agreed.

Trenton pushed inside her pressing her thighs farther apart, plunging deep inside her, parting the sex swollen walls with a hungry wave of his hips, stirring fresh new moans from her lips, as her walls tightened and gripped around him with each spasm of her body. His chin tucked and he let out a fierce growl over her, the growling transformed into a rasping moan.

“I can’t take any more.” She whimpered, realizing now what she might have wanted to plead in the first place.

“Yes you can, because I’m going to give you all of me, baby. You feel so fucking good. I’ve waited all my life for you and now I’m going to fuck you till you pass out.” His cock sank deeper, sliding all the way in and it sent an unimaginable ripple of pleasure over his body.

God!
It took his breath away. He was going to lose his own mind. He moved his hips pulling out then began slow, burrowing thrusts that sent her gasping, pleading for release. He could feel the tight muscles clenching around him, milked him. Her body's response sent him climbing higher still, spiraling waves of elation tempting him to finish his claim on her. His breath rasping with each thrust inside her swollen walls.

Perspiration soaked their bodies. Even as sexual need saturated them both, their awareness climbing higher still, threatening to destroy them.

The room was laden with the heavy perfume of male lust intermingled with the sweet scent of her nectar. Every breath filled him with its musky scent and the moist suction of her pussy around his cock as he surged inside her, drenching him in her sweetest sensation, robbing more and more of his control.

He’d never known pleasure as sweet as fucking her. Each stroke brought him closer and closer to rapture. He was melting inside her and he needed to fuse their connection. He slowed his pace, slow undulations of his hips. Lowering down he pulled the blindfold from her eyes and took her head in his hands, holding her fixed in place. “Open your eye and see me.” And within moments her eyes fluttered open. Those pale moonlight eyes were looking up at him. “Keep looking at me. Don’t look away.”

Katianna was trapped under his stare of creamy coffee; she couldn’t have looked away if she tried. From the start of his claim he had kept her sight in darkness till there was nothing but his lead, his control and even now with her sight returned there was only him. His body eclipsed everything else away. And the hunger that burned in those creamy brown eyes locked her in place. She’d seen that hunger before, only she thought it was intended for someone else or brought on by
something
else, but there was no mistaking it now. He was locked onto her, the grip so tight he might as well have sank his teeth into her.

His hips rolling into her like the surf of the ocean crashing in with slow gentle waves, washing away every bit of her will to hang on, like the undertow taking the sand out from under her. She wriggled under him, but his hands held her, his arms and chest keeping her pinned. Tears streamed down her cheek, too high, too—
electricated
. God she didn’t even know if that was a word. Oh hell she didn’t care she was sticking to it because it fit—
he fit,
as he held her letting her do nothing but—
feel.

And the tremors started, small vibrations deep in her core building, spreading like the epicenter of a volcano rising—and then it shook her even as he still held her totally caged. Her body exploding like a flaming star for the second time. The high pitch squeal she desperately didn’t want to make, cried out no longer hers to command, but his. Her back arched under him and he released her head, just as muscles demanded her contortion. Her head pressed deep into the pillow as he pushed up on arms to watch his artwork.

“Damn baby—” he groaned. “So incredible—” He hooked her leg with his arm and pulled it up over his shoulder and pressed over her and dug into her deeper. He needed to hear her screams, hear her cry out his name.

Sweet God
, he was losing himself in her and he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t hold back. The more he attempted to complete his claim on her the more she stole from him. He needed more and more, until he shafted into her with hard hungry thrusts. Until he felt her thundering release and he would feed her body his semen and melt inside her heart, her soul. Her surrender was taming this savage lion.

Katianna’s clit throbbed like a supernova, rioting flames, like bursts of unfathomed energy exploding endlessly through her body. Before one orgasm stopped the next was released and sent every part of what she thought she was into a whirlwind of unknown territory into the world of Trenton Leos. Her back bent violently, forcing her head deeper into the bed as he sank into her at depths she never knew she had, driving her over the steep edge with a tumultuous wave and she cried out. Screamed his name. The force of its crashing was an excruciating plunder that promised her ruin.

Trenton’s fingers fisted in her hair and pulled her back into his gaze locking their stare together, “Mine!”

“Trenton! Oh god!” Somehow her arms felt strength, her nails found flesh and she dug in, hanging on for dear life as his hunger swept her away. She heard his beastly growls, the ragged breaths that paired with the last violent strokes of his cock, fucking his claim on her and she felt the final stroke penetrating—reaching to her deepest nether and began filling her with the saturating heated fluids of his semen. His release drenched her, pumped into her with hard, heated blasts. She was flying with him. He was a part of her, spilling himself inside her, but there was far more pouring into her—she felt his soul, the very essence of his claim burning into her through the windows of their eyes. Then sucking her out of her body into his, like a vortex sucking up the light of a galaxy, but she would be reborn on the other side waking up in his world.