Becoming His Slave (95 page)

Diesel played a large part in all this; after all he’d flown all the way down to Florida to fetch her when she had been too afraid to say she loved Trenton. But there was more too it, something neither had ever spoken openly to her, but knowing their past, she knew eventually it was something that would develop. Trenton and Diesel grew up together, their parents shared with each other in a swingers relationship. Even Trenton and Diesel had shared numerous lovers and they shared passions, dreams and goals. It was only natural that one day they would share her as they would whoever would one day become Diesel’s unicorn. That’s why he sat there—so close to his brother. That surrendering to Trenton also meant surrendering to Diesel.

Their guests all sat around the room waiting on her and the moment to witness her final surrender. There was no time limit, no one rushing or
hurrying
her along. They knew all the more than she did, this was an emotional endeavor she had to take at a pace that didn’t panic her. They simply took it in stride to savoir every ripple, every nuance in her body as she submitted to her Dominus.

Her eyes fell to the velvet box on the coffee table, the first stop in her journey to him. It was large enough to hold a collar or a
diamond necklace
considering the type of box.

She took another deep breath and took her first step. Not the easiest thing in the world to do considering the shoes.
I mean really, who the hell wears thirteen inch platforms shoes?
But as Trenton said there was a reason for it, a reason she would understand once she gave herself over to him.

She took another step; her ankles shimmied a bit then found her footing and took another and another till she reached the coffee table. She took another deep breath, at least as deep as the corset would allow. She felt light headed suddenly, what if she passed out before she made it too him? Would everyone consider it a failure to submit, that she was too nervous to go through with it and ultimately she would humiliate him in doing so?

She closed her eyes focusing on the pounding heart in her chest and willed it to calm down. No Fainting. She was not going to faint—she wanted to do this. She wanted nothing more than to be his. She glanced over to him again
.
The patent black jacket with the alligator texture to it, worn over a nearly sheer black dress shirt with the smoky grey slacks. And the tight smooth fit of his black leather gloves? She’d always loved the gloves.
Damn,
he looked so sexy, so poignant and all alpha male.
Did he know he was wearing the same outfit he had worn the first day they met?
She remembered the first thing she thought about him—
Yum
—okay maybe that was the second thing she thought. The first was she wanted to climb all six feet and four inches of his muscular body.

She felt so transfixed by his eyes, dark with lust right now as he stared at her knowing he already owned her. She forced a nervous smile to her face, ownership—
check
, climbing—
check
. Heart a flutter—
most definitely
. Guess she needed to make a list of things to do. He certainly did and he’d been checking several off over the past two days.

She glanced back down at the box—
such a long way down
. She steadied her feet then slowly to keep her balance she squatted just enough for her finger tips to catch it in her grasp. She held it a moment feeling the shakiness in her hands—
oh who was she fooling her whole body was shaking.

Finally she managed to convince herself to open the box and what she saw took her breath away. Good thing Senita said those prayers or she’d likely have fainted right then and there.

Her collar was actually a stone studded choker. She ran her fingers over the silver flukes, six hollow tubes with scrolling filigree on each side strung together to a center set with stones. Seven individually set brilliant blue sapphires intermingled with five individually clear ones, and knowing Trenton, they were the real thing. He didn’t
chince
on anything— meaning the clear stone were likely diamonds.

“Trenton?” She stopped herself not certain she was allowed to speak.

“Yes go ahead.” His answer was simple as if he expected some startled reaction.

“This is a necklace.”

There were a few chuckles among their guests, but quickly silenced by Trenton’s raised hand. He wouldn’t have anyone laughing at her or have her thinking that was the case, but she saw the amusement on his face as well. “Are you disappointed that it’s not an actual collar?”

“I— I just thought—” her eyes dropping back to the choker still perfectly placed in the velvet case in her hands. “No.”

“Those platinum flukes are strung together with six gauge steel cable. I assure you—it’s a collar.” His gaze tightened on her as if daring her to even try escaping it once it was placed on her neck.

She pulled the collar, returning the box to the table and made her way across the room towards him. One slow steady step at a time until she finally stood before him. Trenton didn’t move. Sitting back just as relaxed and domineering as he did when she first entered the room, waiting for her to complete the transition of turning her life over to his ownership.

She glanced at the floor; it looked even farther way then it did the first time she looked. Her insides jittered with a few idle steps trying to figure out just how she was suppose to kneel on the floor before him without crashing and breaking her neck on the way down. She chewed at her lips looking at him for some suggestion, but there none. This was one time he would not guide her, he would not hold her hand or assist in any way. She had to do it unaided—once given over, he would do everything else from there on, but she had to do this one thing on her own.

She started to lower, one knee bending while the other sought out the floor. Her knee coming parallel with her foot and still she had so much further to go. Her balance teetered. She stopped and went back up.

She glanced around at the others nervously; she didn’t want to make a mockery out of this. This was supposed to be serious, not some girl stumbling around like a fool—right? Then she caught Diesel’s eyes looking at her with all the confidence in the world—

…
Surrender to him and he’ll be wrapped around your finger, but the only way he knows for certain that you’re ready to live in his world is if you’re willing to sit at his feet. If doing that one simple act makes you nervous or scared then you’re not ready and he’ll keep waiting and caring for you from the distance.
—

“I’m ready.” She told them confidently, not sure they’d understand why she said it, but it was helping her. Again she started to kneel down bending the one knee while the other reached for the floor. When she had gotten as far as the height of her shoes she did what Paris has said—
jump
—and she dropped down to one knee and found it easy enough to slip the other foot in a side turn and then tucked it under her till she was on both knees. She took a couple of knee steps till she was between Trenton’s legs then sat back lightly on her heels and held the collar up to him.

Trenton took in a deep breath, holding it a moment.
Damn
—he’d waited for this since he was a kid and every day in between. Now she was here. Those pale blue eyes like moon lit snow looking up at him, past the silver and sapphire collar she offered in her hand and waited for him to take her life into his own hands.

His heart was beating so hard it out throbbed the blood in his cock. He didn’t dare close his eyes, because all he would see is him coming over those pouty lips tearing into them till his tongue owned her, tangled with hers and devoured the taste of her mouth and it wouldn’t stop there.

He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a tiny lock and a small piece of velvet sleeving and sat up taking the collar from Katianna’s hands. His fingers slowly opening the swing arm clasp, and held the collar open and ready for her to accept.

“Why do you kneel here today Katianna Aeryn Dumas?”

“So that I can submit my life to you as your slave.” Relief swam over her, surprising her. She hadn’t expected it, but it was a wonderful feeling.

“Bow forward.”

Katianna pulled her hair around to the side and leaned forwards placing her neck into the open collar that awaited her. She closed her eyes reminding herself to breath as she felt his warm hands close around her neck, bringing the ends of the collar together. She heard the clasp close, heard the tiny lock fall into place and felt the small piece of velvet tugged into place. Trenton’s hand slid around to the front of her neck, the back of his thumbs giving off their own heat as he touched her and she found the connection to be soothing. There were no clamping down of iron shackles, no claws or dark dungeons. Nothing horrible happened. No wicked demonic laughs coming out of the shadows to mock her that she was doomed forever as his slave. Instead she felt his finger pass under her chin and lift her face to look up at him and all she saw was this beautiful man smiling at her with all the love in the world. And the relief that she belonged to him was still there.

“Mine.” He whispered and just like that his lips came crashing down over hers. She hardly had a moment’s time to tell herself to open for him when she felt and tasted his tongue, sweet and hungry. And then she heard the cheers behind her. Apparently so did he and he growled at the reminder, they still had guests. He broke their kiss, delivered a few light playful pecks then sat back pulling her deep between his legs. His hand stroking her hair, easing her to rest against his thigh as he acknowledged their guests.

And yes he freed her from the burden of her mile high shoes. And she understood the jest of it—
overcoming the distance to be freed
.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and wild stories and wilder passions—good food and good drinks, a few of the recipes left behind by Paris. And she couldn’t help wishing he’d been there to see her. That maybe just maybe it would help the impish nature that kept him wild to want to settle down with just one flower.

Watching Diesel she couldn’t help the tear that fell for the two of them.

“Kat what’s wrong?” She spun around seeing Trenton’s concerned face.

She smiled and shook her head. “It’s just so overwhelming—and—” she stopped not certain she was allowed to wish for such a thing.

“What Kat? Tell me.”

“I wished Paris had been here for it—for Diesel.” She whispered that last part.

Trenton smiled softly, “One runaway at a time—okay?”

She smiled back more warmth flooded her heart, because that told her they would be retrieving him soon too.

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No sooner that the last guest left, Trenton had Kat swept off her feet and carried her over to their newest addition of furniture. The tantra chair she had spotted when they were out shopping the day before. One demonstration of her lying over the double hump leather suede bench with an explicit description whispered in his ear and he bought four of them plus one for Marcus just for sending one of his trucks out to pick up his
precious
cargo and have them delivered. Two for the house, one for the office and one to his private booth at Club Pain.

Trenton grabbed her hips and slammed inside her in one savage thrust. “Damn you, Katianna.” His guttural curse sent a victorious thrill coursing through her.

God
being inside his newly collared slave was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It was stunning. He’d always known she would be his, but now having her—for the first time in his life, a woman wore a collar under his ownership and it took his breath away, doubling every sensation he had with her.

Her wet pussy warm like a blistering kiss of honey, it gripped him like nothing he’d ever felt. The silky hug of her inner walls and the sound of her breath when it clutched in her throat—he was lost in it all. He couldn’t hold back, his hips swaying in a rhythmic motion in and out, deep long mind blowing friction.

But this was not where his claim would end with her; he planned to claim all of her body. Tonight he would take that one place no man had pleasured before. She would feel him in the tight rear opening of her ass. But he had to first prepare her for him, prepare himself so he did not hurt her when he took her. He needed to sate the burning lust for her that tempted his control so he didn’t just drill in her like an uncontrolled animal when he first thrust his cock deep inside the dark entrance that had never been touched before him.

He sank into her again. A strong steady thrust that went in all the way to his hilt, his groin slapping against the cheeks of her ass. It was like diving into pure bliss, so slow and sweet. Her cunt clinging all around him. He thought he’d go insane. He was fighting his control, something he never had a problem with before. Finally, he bottomed out nudging her cervix. She clawed at the padded bench.

He loved how the furniture was molded with his every need in mind. No matter the position the curvy bench made her completely accessible to his cock, naturally submissive. The sight nearly undid him.

She had never known she was meant to be his slave, but he felt it, tasted and smelled it the day they met. That very nature colored so many of her responses. She would never be truly happy with anyone who couldn’t give her the dominance she craved. And Trenton intended to make her very, very happy.

Katianna was panting—panting so hard she was afraid she’d hyperventilate—the corset still cinched tightly around her body giving little room to catch her breath making her light headed and that made the fires inside smolder all the hotter just waiting for that breath of air that would fuel the explosion.

“Oh god Dominus—I’m going to cum.” She cried out feeling the white hot shards just gritting in her clitoris, waiting to be breached. Startled by her own words, she shot a look over her shoulder, but it only set flames to something fierce and predatory in him. His very gaze burning with the overpowering knowledge that she’d vocalized her submission to him.