Becoming His Slave (93 page)

He pulled her up on the sofa, guiding her legs to stretch out, his hand smoothing over her newly pink cheek and she flinched. “Now let’s try that again.” He guided her head down in his lap and sucked in a deep breath when he felt the heat of her mouth swim over his cock once more. So tantalizing—each caress of her lips as her tongue danced over every nerve, nothing left untouched—he was devoured with stimulation. Melting into it—if it weren’t for the sheer wonder of pleasing her—how he loved the sound of her whimpers and moaning when she came underneath him; he would never move from here, but he loved pleasing her all the more. Especially when she had started to cry when she came for him last night. He had never been drawn into dacryphilia, the fetish of enjoying a woman’s tears till he tasted hers last night. Licking them from her face in some surreal expression was like lapping up ambrosia. The droplets of pure ecstasy shed because of what they had shared and he wanted to experience that again and again.

He felt the building in his cock, his scrotum drawing tight, but he had no intentions of letting her bring his release. That would come later.

“Enough Kat.” But she hesitated again and just like that he brought his hand down over her ass. He felt her throat tighten around him; he was pleased he didn’t feel her teeth as she pulled away from his cock. His hand smoothed over the left cheek now enjoying the blushing heat that drew up on the surface of her skin. He could feel her lips—just hovering over the engorged head of his cock, a teasing elixir feeling her hot breath flare from her nostrils. A shiver escaped him and his cock stood up with the pulse and her tongue lapped over it. As sweet as the tender wet touch was he had to spank her for it, not that he minded that too much either.

SMACK
—

He loved the little sound she made at the back of her throat when his hand came down on her flesh the third time. “We’re going to work at this all night till we get it right.” His hand guiding her head back down, then stroked over the base of his shaft drawing up his balls as she licked over him from tip to his fingers then sucked in a digit to tease him all the more with her tongue wrapped completely around the tip of his finger, rolling over it like a wave of liquid rapture.

He was actually going to have to make her stop all together. She stole his control with that hot mouth of hers, the way she burned him with that tongue. His hand grazed over her warm ass and he couldn’t stop the compulsion, when her tongue darted down into his urethra and his hand came down hot and heavy on her ass.

Katianna stopped instantly and glared at him, knowing damn well she didn’t miss a command again.

“Sorry,” He gave her a puppy eyed look, “but the blush on your ass was uneven. You know how I feel about symmetry.”

He stopped her when she intended to return to her phalacio. “
Ah-ah
—lay down on the coffee table.” Katianna glanced over her shoulder at the long pane of thick smoky glass, contemplating it. Movement from Trenton had her spinning back around, his hand already conducting her to the very place he wanted her just as he always did. Without words or conscious thought, his hands always kept contact with her, always steering her into perfect placement and comfort. She eased off the sofa with the guide of his hand and she noticed he’d retrieved his wine glass somehow, cradled once again between his fingers.

Kat sat down on the edge of the glass table and lowered down on her elbows watching as his slacks dropped from his hips and slid down his long muscular legs. He stepped out of them, his still hard cock standing straight up his belly in a beautifully imposing profile that had her steaming up her insides. Watching the shirt come off next, she wished he had let her finish him; bring him to release that midnight storm in her tongue.

She licked her lip as he stood over her and she just couldn’t stop herself to reach up and stroke over it. Her fingers unable to touch as they wrapped around the shaft, like a hot iron rod. God she loved how it felt in her hand, she wondered if he would ever let her sit behind him and jack him to release. She giggled wondering what that would feel like. But her playful muse was burnished into silence as he knelt down, bearing down on her and she dropped back the remaining way on the table.

The cool glass locking against her skin as did his cool ice-coffee eyes. She held her breath not knowing what he had in store for her. Nothing he had ever done to her during his courtship prepared her for the overwhelming sensations he created in her now.

Trenton's hands guided her into position—her ass to the edge till she was nearly hanging over the edge. One foot hitched up on the sofa, the other placed on his thigh as he knelt down between her legs. He pressed up on one hand on the table above her shoulders and he kissed her, just a tease of his tongue. Gone, just as quickly as he had delivered it. He pulled the pink teasers from one nipple then the other freeing them to be reclaimed by his mouth. His lips dropping down over tortured nipples one then the other. All the while the glass of wine hovered over her as if he intentionally wanted her to focus on it rather than his lips.

“I want you to stay perfectly still. So you don’t shake off any of what I want you to feel.” He whispered as he lowered the glass and poured a small amount of his burgundy into her belly button and dropped down to sip it from her body. A frenzy of sensual licks and kisses and he made his way down the silky smooth skin of her mound. His tongue flickering past her crest and laved over her hood. Katianna tensed and a hard shudder rippled across her body.

“See there, just that stole something from me and I won’t have any more of that.” Once again the wine glass lowered, but instead of refilling her belly button, he placed the glass down on her flattened abdomen and slowly his fingers drifted away. His eyes locking her into his gaze.

“I’m going to eat this sweet pussy now and when I am finished with you I expect to finish my wine. So I expect you to obey me—remain still and not spill any of it.” He reached out, touched her thigh, then trailed his fingers to the silken wetness between her legs. There, his thumb circled the swelling little bud of her clit peeking from the apex of the folds.

Kat let out a desperate moan—
was he serious?
He was going to go down on her knowing she couldn’t sit still for even the faintest contact of his tongue and
she wasn’t to spill his wine?

“And if I can’t?” She knew damn well she couldn’t do it; her only chance was the consequences would be so fierce it would over ride everything else, forcing her to follow his commands out of fear, but she doubted it.

“I get another glass of wine and we start all over until you can.”

But when she expected his tongue she felt something completely different.

Trenton ran a slicked finger down the outside curve of her already damp cleft down into the crevice of her ass and began to tease the tight ring of her rear entrance.

Kat’s body tensed, but Trenton’s whispers were there to talk her through the tension. His fingers slick with a cooling gel messaged over the hole without ever trying to enter. He could see the wine swishing in the glass, no way was she going to manage this and not move. He reached for one of her hands and brought it up to hold the base of the stem steady.
A token of faith
.

He spread her thighs then her cheeks further apart and blew against the hole watching it tighten and relax then rimmed the small puckered opening with his finger. While one hand continued to relax the tight ring to accept him his other moved to her clit rubbing over it with his thumb and then pressing down to separate her petals feeling the silk that had gathered at the entrance beckoning him to come claim it.

He leaned in, his tongue extending out, just a tease, as his finger pressed against her rear, nudging against the sensitive nerves. Her body tensed slightly but just at that moment when she relaxed again he pushed in—his mouth coming down over her cunt driving his tongue in hard and deep all in one devouring claim of her body.

“Oh god Trenton!” Her head rolled back as she whimpered her knowing lack of faith. He had to know, this was a trap to torture her—not to teach her to obey.

She felt his distended tongue, swiping through her drenched slit each passing making sure his lips came down over the sensitive flesh of her clit sucking at it before plunging back into her depths with a hungry assault. All done while his finger pumped into her ass slow and steady each entry sinking deeper and deeper until she felt the knuckled backs of his fist pressed against her ass cheeks.

 A pleasant pain fired up like a repercussion of conduit lines all lighting up at once. Melting her insides and turning them into molten blazes.

She wasn’t suppose to move, but her foot was pressing against the sofa lifting—giving him more access, because she wanted more. She wanted to sink under the waves of pleasure-pain he delivered; wanting the
more
she knew was coming.

The one finger easing in and out became two, stroking and stretching her, coaxing her body to adapt to the dark taboo sensation. The very taboo she had written into numerous stories, of euphoria too high, too hot to deny or survive—it was dying and living all at once. The final sensual trust and sharing between two people. Between her and Trenton—her Dominus.

Heat seared her body, whipped through her vagina and contracted her womb as she felt his tongue plunge deep inside her saturated pudendum.

Short, quick circles. The suckling action of his lips and mouth, driving Katianna into a vortex of insane sensations that only he controlled and she could only surrender to. Her hips rocked up into the fingers, slipping past her anal entrance with more deep caressing strokes to message and ignite the nerves with flagrant pleasure sending her over the edge.

His fingers moved easily inside her, stretching her, working the muscles, easing them into parting as he slid deeper—deeper, until he could go no further. Oh god she was going to cum so hard and when she felt his thumb sink past her swollen vortex soaked with the silk, Trenton had drawn out for his greedy appetite to lick up, she was lost. A piercing cry reached her ears, her own as she shuddered violently bucking against his fingers and his tongue, her hand finding his head, his hair and she coiled into it.

Trenton lapped up every droplet that seeped from her, relishing the distingue creamy taste that was only hers. So sensitive now she flinched and quirked from just his breath on her swollen pink lips. His fingers easing out of her back entrance and he stroked over her thighs easing the tight muscles there and kissed them despite the jump it caused. His eyes floating up to—

“Kat? Where’s my wine?’

“Right here.” A bleak voice squeaked and her hand came up from the direction of the floor the stem of the glass jutting out from the fingers wrapped around its fluke.

He had to laugh, but right now he also wanted desperately to be inside her. He took the wine and parked the stem between the seat cushions of the sofa.

There was no waiting, he had to be inside her. He lifted her off the table setting her on the floor and brought her legs up placing her ankles up over his shoulders, kissing each one as he leaned over, folding her legs against her body, his cock already finding that perfectly sweet wet spot that was all his.

“You weren't supposed to cum—”

“You didn’t tell me I couldn’t.” Not really caring she could get in trouble while his cock kissed her vagina.

“You’re right I didn’t and I don’t want you holding back now either.” And he drove deep inside her with one unabashed thrust of his cock till he landed at the back walls of her cunt.

“
Oh god
Kat.” He stilled—the ripple that washed over him in that one plunge nearly did him in. So hot, she was burning him alive. He withdrew only to surge back inside her in another powerful, pistoning thrust. Driving all the way in, stretching through hugging walls of muscle and crimson tissue. Again he withdrew slowly, so slow it was pure torture then rocketed back inside her, filling and grazing against ever nerve ending.

Oh god
, he wasn’t going to last long—not this time, not tonight. The sheer need to thrust, deep and hard was winning his control as he picked up a rhythmic wave, each penetration tunneling deeper and further inside her as her wet pussy hugged and milked him for all he had.

It wasn’t long they were both drenched in the beads of sweat sheening their bodies. Their bodies heating up like infernos set to high flame. Trenton's breath was torn—ragged grunts expelled with each insistent surge of his hips.

His next thrust buried him so far inside her; Kat could nearly taste the inundating rapture. Hard and heavy, he filled her. Setting a bevy of merciless sensations inside her. The mounting orgasm blistered just under her skin. It was going to consume her with its ravaging claim— and she wanted it.

Yet she couldn’t keep up. His rhythm would change, level, quicken, then slow. Perspiration ran in rivulets along her body, slicked even the backs of her legs as Trenton’s body slid against them adding to the torrent as his cock thrust hard and deep inside her vagina.

Trenton pushed, lowering over her till her knees pressed into her shoulders, his hard flesh scraped along every brilliantly alive nerve ending inside her. The climax grew, swelled. Finger nails found his sides and latched onto his flesh. Droplets of perspiration fell from his face as the rapture twisted and distorted his features, with a somatic craving.

His thrusts increased—Harder. Deeper. Faster.

Driving the storm to rush over her. She screamed against the torrent, but couldn’t fight it. Her orgasm catching her by surprise—exploding, detonating and washed over her body like a crashing wave with such pleasure she could only shudder beneath him and take what he had to give.

The last driving thrust of his heat undid her, sent her mind and body unraveling. She felt him drive deep one last time, then the hard explosion of his hot release. The hard, pulsing froth soaking her insides. His body spasming with a shuddering force she couldn’t even breathe through. Trenton shot straight up to his knees keeping her legs caught in his arms nearly lifting her and he let out a roar like some animalistic gratification that filled the room, her ears—felt his claim in her chest. Just as she felt the hot firing of his semen into her walls.