Becoming His Slave (90 page)

Trenton held her face to him, eyes locked as the last shudders rippled through them both pouring the last of his soul into her, filling her with him. His mouth dropped slowly to hers, kissed her swollen lips, sucked at them with slow exhausted passion, then moved along her jaw down to the softer skin of her neck and beyond till she felt teeth on her shoulder and heard him announce his claim once more.

“Mine.” Trenton staked his claim, marking her with his teeth, his touch and his hunger. She would never be free of him, because he never wanted to be free of her.

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CHAPTER THIRTY

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Katianna slipped from the bed when Trenton had rolled over and his arms released her to finally be able to stray away.

After waking from the deepest sleep she’d had in so many years brought on by his exhausting love making and the security she felt being in his arms, she found herself wide awake unable to linger back to sleep. This was the time when she was usually up writing on her books, while the rest of the world slumbered, but the large arms that had wrapped around her as he slept soundly against her body had her pinned.

She didn’t mind so much at first, using the solace to daydream of being exactly where she was, her fingernails playfully gliding along the relaxed muscles of his arm, but that soon lead to what she would write about once she did get a chance to get up. And before long, her mind was filled with too many details of the next plot, the next dialogue and new tantalizing descriptions of sexual bliss. She nearly had to stifle the giggle she felt not wanting to stir him from his deep slumber. So this is what it felt like to be fucked into total pink bliss. She grew antsy, stirring under him. Her head was going to explode if she didn’t get to her laptop soon.

He’d finally rolled to his back and she quickly made her escape sliding off the bed before his sleeping body decided to return to the claim he had so closely guarded even as he slept. She chewed at her lip with a seductive grin at the thought—he truly was her Lion mate. And nothing about his claim had disappointed. Not that she thought he would, but she never knew a man could fuck for three hours straight. It was a terrifying sin for a man to have that much control.

Her legs felt so weak, she found it easier to just crawl on the floor feeling around in the dark till she could find the silk robe he had laid out for her and slipped it on.

Turning back to the bed, she watched the steady rise and fall of Trenton’s powerful chest. Most people looked softer, more vulnerable in their sleep or just downright lazy in the contented nature. But he looked every bit as formidable as he did awake. And given his occupation, if she didn’t sneak out quietly, he’d wake before she could reach the door.

She made it to the bathroom and carefully felt along the edge of the counter with her fingers, taking care not to turn over any of the items she had seen there earlier. If she so much as knocked one thing over, he would wake up and command her back to his bed.

She found the little overnight bag she had packed opened the zipper and pulled the pair of lace panties from their hiding place and pulled them on over her hips and snuck out of the bedroom.

Downstairs she found her carrying case where Trenton had left it for her on the bar between the kitchen and the living room and quickly was pulling her laptop out and powering it up. As she waited, she thought back on his promise that he would always grant her time to write and regardless of where they were going or his plans, he would bring her laptop and notebooks so she could do so whenever some idea or whim came to her. She grinned devilishly to herself—except when he was making his demands on her.

Her fingers glided across the cool smooth surface of the polished granite counter, contemplating the odd arrangement, a double tiered counter top, the top piece was like a shelf over the primary counter dividing the eat-at bar from the kitchen space. Her hands came across eye bolts underneath the counter and as she ran her hand under the counter top edge discovered more than one and wondered what they could possibly be for.

Computer up, she quickly clicked open several different book projects. She had so much content whirling about in her head she was gonna have to throw down some highlighted notes in scattered areas of each of her books before being able to fall into sync with the creative writing run, so she wouldn’t forget all she had dreamed up.

Half an hour sped by and she was knuckles deep typing away. The steamy sex scene playing in her head, the music from her head phones filling her ears keeping the steady rhythmic mood going to match her scene.

She simply didn’t hear her new master come looking for her.

Katianna let out a startled yelp when she was suddenly being spun around, the ear buds pulled from her ears and she was face to face with Trenton and all his naked glory.

“Why are you not still in my bed mouse!?” He growled at her, not angry, but it was definitely fierce. Her breath instantly deepening at it.

“I couldn't sleep and I needed to do some writing.”

His eyes flickered towards the screen then back on her, “Hit save Katianna.” It was more warning then suggestion as he reached for the laptop at the same time with every intention of closing it, whether she’d manage to save her work in time or not.

She hurriedly hit the save tab just as his hand pulled it closed.

“Trenton I need to have time for writing, you promised.”

He acted as if he had every intention of ignoring her, his hands clasping tightly under her thighs and jerked her to the edge of the  bar stool, then pulled the silk belt of her robe free letting it drop to the floor.

“And I will see to it you get to do your writing.” He pushed her robe open to expose her breasts for his own viewing, perky and already swollen and aroused. “But it will not be tonight or tomorrow. Not for the next three days till I am done fucking my claim on you.”

“Three?” Her voice squeaked the word from her lips.

“Shall I make it six? That’s how long it takes lions to complete their mating ritual.” He pushed her shoulders back on the bar seat, then brought his hand up to her face brushing the hair from it then stroked his thumb against her lips to silence any protest she might have thought of. He tugged at her bottom lip roughly, than plunged his thumb into her mouth, over her teeth and sought out her tongue to trigger her sucking.

He was instantly enthralled by the pouty lips that tightened and sucked at his thumb, but he stiffened, eyes dropping when his other hand found panties on her. “Where did you find these?”

That fierce growl again and it sent a wave of shivers through her starting and ending with her clit.

He pulled his thumb from her mouth pausing to caress the swelling in her lips and held her chin up to look at him, “Tell me where you got them.”

“They were in my night bag.” She confessed. “I feel naked Trenton.” She clamored quickly as she had yet fathomed she would have to get used to running about with no clothes on. She chewed on her lip. She knew she was in trouble, she wasn’t suppose to wear any panties while she was at home. That part had been made clear, unless he explicitly told her to wear them. Her eyes lit up, wondering what kind of trouble she was really in, it was almost fun how he reacted to her rebellious behavior.

“Guess I have to be more diligent about what you can and cannot keep in your care bags.” His fingers hooking around the fabric between her legs and yanked it hard till it was rendered free, leaving stinging red marks on both hips.

“Trenton—those were a favorite pair.” She gaped at him.

“Then you should have taken better care of where you placed them.” He jerked her leg up, hooking her thigh with his arm and pulled her to him till the engorged head of his cock was pressing against her wet pussy, “Under my pillow would have been tolerated.”

He eased her head to fall back over the back of the seat with his warm hand, then made a trail down to her breasts, groping at their fullness, pinching a hard tip between his thumb and forefinger. His hips rocking into her with teasing pressure, partying the dewy petals of her pudendum, till the darkened blush of the mushroom cap was buried in them. He rocked back and forth, tiny pumps in and out, clipping her hooded bundle of sensitized nerves with the beaded jewelry of his didoe piercing.

Katianna moaned with ragged and painful breaths, her hips jerking in his arm to meet him, aching to feel more of him. She was far too sensitized to be teased with his erection. He tugged at her nipple then shifted gears and drove in deep, sinking into that hot world forcing it to part for him.

Katianna arched into him letting out a cry as he gave into his own heavy breathe. She was fucking heaven, hugging his cock deep inside her. He stilled, feeling the sensation of her muscles tightening and clenching around him and then slowly slid out. Her body protesting his withdrawal, tightening even more around his steel to keep him inside her.

He pulled back till only the swollen tip remained. He looked down taking in the sight of her hot cream glistening around the heavy veined shaft and he began to pulse in and out of her with short little thrusts, giving only an added inch of his cock to the drenched cavern writhing to sheath him.

He abandoned her nipple to scoop up her other leg hooking her knee in the crook of his arm and lifted her till her ass was no longer touching the seat. He held her thighs spread wide so he could watch the wide head of his cock slip in and out. She was so wet he could hear her slick juices as his hard-on rocked inside her with teasing strokes with only the few inches he gave her.

Katianna writhed against his arms that held her legs locked, open and wide for him.

He was destroying her with his teasing. She wanted him deep inside her, pounding into her very depths. She had no leverage to force her body onto him to get more of his length reaching into her. Even if she had she was certain he’d hold out on her even longer to torture her with the shallow molesting from the head of his cock.

“Stop!” She finally cried out in protest, unable to take any more of the torment.

“Did you just tell your Dominus to stop, Katianna?” He taunted her.

“
Oh god
—stop teasing me and fuck me please!” She sobbed, jerking against him, but just as she expected he countered her movement and pulled away and she whimpered when she felt the crest leave her.

“Trenton please—” she pleaded, “I can’t take any more of it. I need you.”

And that must have been the magic words, because the next words she had intended to say clutched in the back of her throat as he thrust deep and hard into her. Driving all the way to his hilt, his arms locking tautly under her thighs, his hips rolled in deeper until the tight sacks of his scrotum slapped against her ass and he pulled out only to return with an equally hard thrust.

Katianna cried out, her wet hot theca stretched to take all of him in one solid motion.

Damn he felt so good stroking her sensitized walls, reigniting every nerve ending, even the ones she never knew existed until tonight. Strong, pulsating thrusts reaching her nether, retracting only to return with a diving force seeking to find her harder and deeper.

Each pounding force as he dove into her, driving her higher and higher, sending her into exquisite delirium. She could hear his ragged breaths and the gruff sound made her body melt under him in rippling warm waves. She was flying in a storm and it threatened to strip her of all her sanity before it was done with her and yet she could only beg for more.

“
Oh god
Trenton don’t stop please don’t stop.” Her hands went out to find him—
dear god
—she needed to touch him, hold some part of him so she didn’t fly away. Each breath she gave away was a moan and she fought to regain the next breath just so she could breath. Such annihilating sweetness she didn’t know she could survive it. She could feel the building fury deep in her theca like a storm of white flames spiraling up from its first spark it was spreading like lightning bolts that traveled out in every direction. Her walls clenched tight around his cock with each commanding plunge he made in her. She could hear his own deep moans, his growling. Release hit like an exploding super nova that threatened her mind and every nerve in her body.

“Trenton!” Her body racked violently in his grip.

She was barely aware. Tipped over some cataclysmic shelf between the physical world and pure euphoria, but she was aware of Trenton’s retreat when he pulled all the way out. Her bottom returned to the seat and her legs lowered.

Oh sweet hell what was he about to do to her now? But then she felt her feet come up and she realized he had placed them on his shoulders. But before she could utter her first noise of protest his mouth was on her.
He devoured her with a voraciousness that sent her equilibrium spinning. She gasped, the raw, sharp sensation whipping through her as his tongue lashed her clit, engorged by arousal. Each stroke of his tongue tightened the tension until she shook with need. There was nothing gentle about it, his tongue diving deep and hard. She cried out and as his assault continued so did her cries. Her hands shot out to push him away; she was far too sensitive to survive this. Lightning shot through her as he sucked the nectar from her tender cavern.

Trenton’s hands came up over her hips grabbing her wrists and pulled them down at her side holding her forcefully and pushed deeper still eating every drop of her delicate morsels, finding her soul as she climaxed violently for him again.

“
Mmmm
, so sweet. You taste so good baby. I could live off of you.” He moved up sucking at her largely swollen and engorged clit, slamming her with another sensation of shock and awe. Trenton came back to his feet dropping hers, pulled her up and turned her around.

“Don’t move.” He whispered coarsely and disappeared from her side for a moment, but soon returned and set one of the large pillow back cushions from the sofa into the bar seat. He reached around her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, holding her against his body briefly. She felt the heat of his body against her, it felt too good. She was drowning in sexual bliss, but she also felt safe and secure unlike any other time she’d felt in her entire life. His hand slid down to her too sensitive, too swollen mound and smacked it.