Becoming His Slave (94 page)

A long moment letting his hard rasping breaths and the aftershocks settle, Trenton released her legs, gently easing her back to the floor and he collapsed over her. Both completely drained, exhausted—and well sated with pleasure rippling through their bodies.

She couldn’t move. She was lost, drifting. She felt so drugged on the pleasure so—and then it struck her and she began to giggle, more like humming with giggles, too exhausted to be fully expressed.

Trenton kissed at her face, his hand sweeping the hair from her eyes so he could look into those blue eyes now fully dilated like eclipsed blue moons.

“What so funny?”

The giggle hummed past lips pierced into a tight smile. “I’ve been fucked pink.” Eyes twinkling up at him.

Trenton slowly eased out of her, rolling to his side on the floor next to her and pulled her over into his arms so she lay over his chest. “Yes you have.” His head fell to the floor closing his eyes to pure bliss as she continued to hum ecstatically against his chest.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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Trenton let Kat sleep in late after keeping her up with endless love making two nights in a row and tonight would not be any different, he knew she needed the rest.

He wandered into the kitchen and found a pot of coffee already brewing.

He’d just finished filling his mug when Senita walked in with both arms toting bags of groceries followed by her cousin who also had his arms filled.

“Well you’re up sooner than I expected, Master Leos.” Her eyes twinkled at the sight of the strapping muscle toned body clad in nothing more than his heather grey boxer briefs that ironically had Diesel’s name in the designer waist band. She may be married, but the master of the house still made for some superb eye candy and she was still a woman. A woman who happened to notice that the master’s cock for the first time since she’d known him was well spent and
‘laxed
in his underwear.

“Good morning Senita.” He turned leaning back against the kitchen counter, combing his fingers through his hair as he sipped at the steamy hot brew. Letting the aroma seep into his pores to revitalize him. “Is the rest of the staff here already?” Not in the least bit feeling shamed in his barely there attire in front of her, but stood rather regal. After all that’s how a man should feel in his own home.

“No.” She dropped her bags down on the counter and began putting groceries away into the fridge,
shewing
her cousin out of the room, so she and the ultra private man she considered a friend could talk. “Just myself and the two I brought with me, my cousin Enrique and Fifi’s slave boy Miguel, to help out. The construction workers should be getting in soon though, but I don’t expect the event staff till noun. Do you really expect to have the new pool running tonight?”

“Not running, but I’d like to have the walls finished so I can take the plastic down. Pedro’s okay with you working the ceremony tonight right?”

“Sure he never worries about you. It’s everyone else he frets and fights with. Besides I’m not the one getting collared.” She spoke while tending to her chores in unison. She’d worked for the master of the home for five years nothing he did surprised her, “Speaking of, have they checked in with you any this weekend?”

Trenton shook his head, “They’re not required to unless something goes wrong. Why?”

She shrugged, “Nothing. Just that Roscoe Coyote man keeps them going at all hours. I never get a call home other than a short voice mail at odd hours to tell me he loves me and its three am in Vancouver or boarding a plane in London for their next destination.”

Trenton stifled a laugh as he took a long sip of the black drink. “It’s what’s to be expected working for a rock star Senita. Guess I need to teach these boys how to text better love letters to their girls.”

“That’ll be the day.” She laughed. “But you know it wouldn’t hurt, seeing we are trying to have a baby.”

“A baby? Really? Don’t you like Fifi?” He teased her.

“Fifi? P-l
ee
-ase he may have become a permanent fixture in our family, but I want a baby that fits in my arms, not the Guinness book of records for tallest
Mary.
”

“Guess I need to keep Pedro home from now on.”

“
Aye-yi-yi
—don’t you dare. You keep him going wherever you need him. Besides you pay him more to go out of town and those fertility pills are expensive.” She made an exaggerated tone with the word expensive, “He can warm my thighs on his days off.”

“Fertility pills? Senita your family is pretty well off why haven’t you gone to them for help with this?”

“Aye, no, because my family is Cuban. Pedro is Puerto Rican. They don’t talk to me now—they would consider it a blessing that I can’t get pregnant.” She rolled her eyes, “But Pedro is the sweetest man I know. I’m not going to give him up for any money. Besides he makes good money working with you. We live just fine.”

“Yeah—about that. How is it again, Pedro convinced you to marry the likes of him?” It was a long standing joke that had still gone unanswered, how a woman as hot and sexy, not to mention as smart as Senita married—well Pedro. Actually Pedro was a good man. One of his first and best employees, but Pedro didn’t have the looks or the back ground for a catch like her and the men loved to nag him about it—every chance they got.

Senita let out a wicked laugh, “I’m not telling, but it wasn’t because he knocked me up. All those little fishies in his sperm count, doc say I should be pregnant just for being in the same room with him yet here I am—” she turned to him to accentuate her flat stomach.

“Maybe I’ll pay for some of those pills as an early baby shower gift.” He offered as he sipped from his mug.

“What are you thinking? Buying fertility pills for another man’s woman? That’s like buying sex toys for her.”

Trenton winked at her, “If you insist.” He finished off his coffee and placed the mug in the sink.

She laughed, “And don’t go replacing me anytime soon, I’m not pregnant yet and even if I was I can still do my job. There’s nothing hard about cleaning up after you or your brothers—a lot easier then picking up after Pedro and Fifi.” She closed the pantry as she finished off the last of the groceries. His coffee finished she knew visitation time was over and he had more desirable places to be then talking with her in the kitchen. “Any special instruction for me today?”

“We’ll be gone most of the afternoon, but while we are here keep everybody out of my sight. For the day everyone should report to you. Understood?”

“Yes Dominus.” She paused looking at him, with a beaming glow. “I am so happy for you and your unicorn.”

“Thank you Senita.” He was considering another coffee when he heard Katianna screaming upstairs. Convoluted protectiveness surged in every muscle and he ran from the kitchen, snatching something from the last drawer before making the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. He reached the bedroom balcony, finding a startled Miguel in the hall at the top of the stairs. Trenton’s hand quickly moving behind his back along with the nine mill he had snatched from the kitchen drawer.

“I—she came out—” The younger man threw his arms up in a dazed gesture, “I didn’t mean to scare her. I was going to freshen up the bathroom and she walked right into me.”

Trenton held up his hand to silence the young man. He didn’t need to hear more. “It's okay. I didn’t warn her there would be staff in the house today. Take care of the downstairs areas for now.”

Trenton waited till the man was heading down the stairs before he went for the bedroom finding Katianna standing in its center, naked and frozen in fear. Her hands over her mouth stifling the next scream that threatened to escape her lips. Recognition hit brain functions and she was leaping into his arms, “There’s a man in the house.” She stammered.

“
Shhh,
I know. I’m sorry baby. I should have warned you about the staff.” He couldn’t stop the smile. Laughing more at himself than anything else—one little scream and he was ready to break out the big guns to defend her and they were inside his own home. His arms tightening around her, keeping the one hand twisted so she didn’t feel the gun he was still gripping and he buried his face in her wavy trusses and let out a pleasant
humm
against her head.

“You have house staff?” her heart still thrumming against him a mile a minute.

“We do today.” Katianna leaned back in his arms and gave him a questioning start. “Event staff for tonight’s dinner and ceremony.” He kissed her and returned her to her feet. “Tonight we have guests coming over to witness your collaring ceremony.”

Trenton got the shower started and glanced in the mirror at the claw marks on his shoulders, his ribs even his back, “First thing next week, I’m taking you in to be declawed.”

“What?” But then she saw why he had said it, her hands snapped up to her mouth with a gasp. “
Huh
—did I do that?”

He gave a preposterous scowl, “Did you see anyone else in my bed last night?”

Kat quickly tucked her face. If the devil could play off bashfulness and cuteness, he’d look exactly like Katianna did just now. Her shy playful expression was tarnished with the wicked beaming of her eyes and the smile she kept hidden behind her fingers.

His cock jumped at the sight of her
Lilith Lolita
expression and he caught the giggling laughter that hummed passed her smile and that got him too. They weren’t ever going to get out of the house. “Get in there before I spank you.”

Wickedness faltered under her yelp as she quickly skittered into the shower as told. He paused leaning back on the vanity just to take in a slow breath and steady his lust and his bursting heart. Tonight was the final night. His brothers would be his witness when she knelt at his feet and he’d seal their commitment when he placed his collar around her neck. He just needed to try and keep himself off of her until then.

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Katianna stood at the edge of the living room all eyes focused on her. She’d breath if it weren’t for the whale bone Edwardian corset Trenton had purchased just that afternoon for her from none other than the matriarch of the Lolita Corset Society, Madam Ila̒da, who owned and operated an antique and vintage shop in the East Hamptons. Katianna had never been to the shop, but she knew its madam, as Amelia was a member of the Lolita society. But the corset Katianna wore now was of a rare and particular vintage piece one that Madam Ila̒da refused to sell unless it were being purchased for one petit enough to wear it out of her shop.

In mint condition, the corset had once belonged to a Miss Lillian Gertrude Ball who had survived the tragic sinking of the Titanic at age fifteen coming to New York to join her new husband’s family, her husband Young Master William Thornton Ball didn’t make it.

Madam Ila̒da had a passion for corseting and they were meant to be worn not collected. As matriarch to a society of corset wearers, both men and women, she taught and trained many of them herself. Being an aristocrat of body modifications often referred to as the missing link between Dita Von Teese and Betty Page, only—Madam Ila̒da only had a fourteen inch waist.

Katianna considered herself lucky that she hadn’t been forced to cinch down to such a small size. As it was after the third tightening since she was first fitted into the corset earlier in the day she was pulled into an almost unbearable—
I can’t breathe
— eighteen inches.

 She glanced down at herself; it was so beautiful even if she couldn’t breathe very easily. An antique pink and white embroidered lacy Edwardian corset camisole bra covered her breasts, its hem stopping just above the whale bone corset and she wore a matching time period lace jacket over her shoulders. The only part of her ensemble that didn’t match was the shoes. Where Trenton found them was—well they were a freak of nature is what they were. Definitely not shoes for everyday wear. They didn’t even qualify as club wear, but rather torture in the most unusual way.

Black patent strappy sandals sat atop eight inch platforms and mind you that was
just
the platform part here—the stiletto heel was a frightening stilt height of thirteen inches. She was forever grateful for Senita’s help and maybe for the prayer and
hail Maries
she whispered in addition as she helped Kat to her feet.

That might have been the most frightening about the shoes. Thirty-two years and she had never stood over anyone—she didn’t much like it either. She was just waiting for the clouds and birds to fly by her head or be struck by lightning for being too close to the sky.
Stupid writers
.  Senita didn’t hold back on laughing at her antic either.

Now standing here with all eyes on her, waiting for her to make the journey, she fought to keep her mind clear and her nerves calm. She took a long breath, feeling it elongate her body since her lungs couldn’t actually expand and she let it out as her gaze swept around the room. Dane Masters sat on one of the sofas his two slaves Lacy and Derek at his feet. Next to him was Vida and then Pyotr Laszkovi. On the love seat were Trenton’s dearest old friends from France, Aubert and his Life Slave Mavis and somehow seeing them made this a lot easier. Sitting scattered around the room were the rest of their guests, Marcus, Harper and Amelia, several of the Doms with their Subs from the club and a few people she didn’t know. None of which helped.

But directly across from her was Trenton. And seeing him made everyone else melt away from her mind.

Trenton sat on the far side of the living room, relaxed back in his seat the way a lion lounges out on the grass lands. King of his domain not in the least threatened by what stirred around him—
they
were part of his domain as well. To his right sat his brother Diesel, there was no other man in the world closer to Trenton then him.