Becoming His Slave (97 page)

Katianna’s head shot back, when her release first broke, but quickly returned to their locked gaze and the cry broke from her lips plummeting her into the release her body rattled out in his hands.

“Dominus!” She wailed, “I belong to you, Dominus.” Her head kicked back once again this time unable to follow his command. Trenton pushed in as far as possible and came in jerking movements. Ecstasy forcing his own eyes closed as his orgasm took over his entire consciousness and he let loose the hot blast of fluids inside her, filling every region of her nethers. Caressing her orgasm with his. His own cries of release intermingled with hers, rough, raspy grunts somehow formed in her name and his claim— “Mine, Katianna—”

The last of the maelstrom of climatic frothiness washed her limp body up to settle upon his chest and she lay there lifeless with limp arms and legs sprawled out to either side of him. The sweat soaked skin of his shoulder sticking to her cheek. His heart pounding like some Japanese drum concert in her ear as she rode up and down on the wave of heavy panting and suddenly she was giggling with a pinkish hum of delirium. She felt his fingers on her back—light, it nearly tickled and more giggling took over her.

She couldn’t move. She had no idea what had happened to the motor control for her limbs, but she couldn’t stop the giggles either—she felt so utterly blissful at that moment.

She’d jumped
—and just as Paris said he would, Trenton caught her and she was safe and very—very happy.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

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It’d been two weeks since the collaring ceremony, Trenton and Kat were finally settling down into a few routines—giving up her body at night so she could write was not one of them. He was still working on that part.

But she did find a descent amount of time for writing in the evening when he wanted to watch his news and catch up on current events. Though she had to work out a comfort zone as he often still insisted she was not just with him, but in his arms. So often she was laying back on him between his legs with her laptop while he watched the news or sometimes he would release her so she could drop a pillow down on the floor at his feet and use the coffee table as her desk—as she was this evening.

 … “The hunt for the missing son of Hanze Coshneizmen has come to a tragic end when the body of 16 year old David Coshneizmen was found earlier this morning. Authorities are not releasing details towards the boy’s cause of death at this time while the investigation continues. A spokes person for the family stated earlier this week when the boy was first missing, that it is incomprehensible that someone would threaten the family in such a way. Coshneizmen is one of many leading scientist in the International Partnership for Energy Efficiency Cooperation and Climate Investment Funds. Both global energy dynamics groups dedicated to solving the human crisis of energy needs around the world.” —

Trenton flipped the channel watching the report on the G8 Summit that was still in heated debate over the past month. Hanze Coshneizman’s name came up again. Trenton had thought it sounded familiar; Coshneizmen who lived here in New York, was the newest member of IPE. It was
they
who faced the governments of the world and pushed for extreme decision making on energy use
and
its cut backs. That the eight primary ruling government entities of the international world came to the terms to start leaning on other smaller countries to clean up the pollution outputs related to their energy footprints had created serious up roars. And put the members of the IPE in the hot seat for much of the disgruntlements.

While the Summit debates made no correlation to the recent kidnapping or the death of Coshneizman’s son, Trenton had to wonder if there was.

He flipped back to the local news channel:

… “More in today’s news, in an unrelated incident, the body of 26 years old Stephanie Blakeston was found. Blakeston was reported missing nearly six months ago when her car was discovered abandoned just outside of where she worked. While a final coroner’s report has not been given, police say the signs of bruising and scars on her body suggest she had been beaten and tortured over a long period of time, and it is likely she died from her injuries.”
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Katianna shifted on the pillow between his legs, stirring him from the television. He raised his remote and turned the television off before she happened to look up and take notice.

She wasn’t big on tv in the first place and didn’t mind if he never turned it on, but she would lay with him just as easily if he had on a movie or something from one of the documentary channels. It was really all background noise once she was immersed in her laptop. Background noise or not, there were just certain things he did not want her to worry about. Missing or murdered women was one of them.

He leaned up and pulled the ear bud from her ear, “I need to do some work in my office, find a place to stop while I get some clothes picked out for you and I’ll come back for you in a minute.” Then he kissed her cheek and returned her music to her ear.

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Trenton had finally returned to his office full time and had Diesel in where they spoke in depth, going over multiple issues including excellent reports from the island on its first BD season and Paris’ performance as its director. They also talked over Trenton’s newest client, Hanze Coshneizmen and his family, after being referred to him from the Fed’s for protection.

All the time Kat sat on his desk, his earlier teasing got her started and she was pressing her foot into his crotch to tease back. After she failed to heed a warning he yanked her from the desk dropping her over his knee and gave two quick and hard spankings then set her back to her feet and waved her to return to her spot on his desk, but with her newly red bottom she slide down insisted.

“You want a few more?” She shook her head quickly. “Then do as I tell you Kat.”

Kat placed a foot on his seat. She had half a mind to put it right where she had it last, but his eyes gave her a wicked warning that it would be his delight to dole out a few more spankings if she pushed it. So her foot only went to the edge of his seat to give her some leverage to push back up on the desk. Right away she could see he was waiting on more from her and inched her legs apart where she sat and hiked her chemise up higher to give him the view he wanted. But she also gave him her trade mark pout, “You’re mean.”

“I know.” He mocked her, but the gleaming wickedness in his eyes said something completely different.

Diesel had to laugh.

Trenton was on cloud nine. Enjoying his slave far more then he had anticipated and despite his previous dislike for defiant behavior her
bratty-ness
added to the flavor of it all. The thrill of the imp game was a turn on, in much of the same way another bratty imp had been a turn on for his brother Diesel.

Trenton slid her over his desk, once Diesel had left the office. It’d been all he could do, not to take her right there in front of him, not that Diesel would have minded. In fact Diesel would have gotten off on it. Trenton chuckled to himself. So would he, but that was something that could come later. Right now there was no denying he needed her and there was
no
sharing her right now.

His hands skidded over her thighs. Rough, needy hands spreading them wide as he looked at the wet artwork he had created. That sweet entrance glistening with honey. His erection felt like steel in his pants.

“Do you know how much I need you?” He growled, just drinking in the sight of her. Enjoying the torture it caused him to hold out just one more second. But that was all he could wait. His hands to his belt and unstrapped it, pulled the zipper and was quickly pushing his pants down on his hips. He wouldn’t normally consider it a high standard to take her while he still had clothes on, but hell he needed her now and he wasn’t go to wait any longer, not even for the act of undressing.

His cock stood up as he stroked it, “Look at it. Do see how much I want you.” His words deepening and more breathy as anticipation came over him. He bit his lip and that was the last signal, his hands snatching her like a trap and pulled her from his desk and down over his cock.

She felt him, instantly nuzzling against her wet entrance and just as one hand forcefully pulled her head down to be ravaged with his kiss, his cock sank in. The hard desperate release of his breath stalled the kiss just as his lips made contact with hers and filled her with the warmth of desperate need. No waiting, no lingering, Trenton was bucking up inside her, filling her. His hunger was almost feral. More so then their first night together when he had waited for so long. What was it that made him need like no tomorrow? She wondered, but as the hard flesh stroked her insides, lifting her up to extended pleasures, she could hardly hold a thought in her head long enough to consider what was behind his need or what drove him to such sexual madness. Her head falling back while his hands forced her to ride him. Untamed and carnal.

“Look at me.” He panted. “Open your eyes and look at me Katianna.”

Oh god
did he really expect her to? She was already ensnared with the rapture his lust caused her—he didn’t even slow the slightest to give her that easement. She forced her head up and opened her eyes, but her vision was blurred. She could barely make out his expression of pleasant pain. She could see the glistening of sweat that sheened his forehead, his neck. Her fingers suddenly raking through his hair, holding onto him for dear life as he pounded inside her. His breath was ragged, his hips jutting up as if every stroke was intended to exalt some escaped expression of her lips and she found she couldn’t see him anymore. No, she needed to fall back, catch her breath, catch her soul before it flew away with her. She could feel the swirling white storm moving in her, shifting from god knows where to the epic center of her clitoris—hovering.
Oh god no, not now
—
no hovering no hovering
—she heard her brain arguing with her body. Don't make me suffer. She pleaded with herself.

She rolled her hips so her clit was grinding against his stomach when he hit home, but suddenly a smacking sounded and her ass felt hot. The skin stinging where he had just spanked her.

“Bad Kat.” Strict heated words suddenly piercing her bliss. “I didn’t say you could come yet.” And with that his penetration slowed.

“Oh god no! Please don’t stop.” Her plea escaped her without considering what he might do to her for it. But she was certain she would start crying if he didn’t let her have her release. Begging for it may have just fueled him to torment her and keep it from her longer.

Slow agonizing strokes now, the adrenaline high now easing her down, weakening her. She was barely aware of him standing up lifting her, never leaving her body as he lay her down on his desk lifted her legs up in the crook of his arms and the strokes deepened, first slow. Too slow.
Oh god
a person could die from such teasing to be at the curve of ecstasy only to slip backwards out of reach. His cock nudging inside her, taunting her—how easily he could bring her back up—how easily he controlled her and kept it from her too.

“Oh god please Trenton—finish me. Please I beg you.” She was close to those tears again.

“No—” he breathed heavily. The first glimpse that he was struggling to keep his control, “I want to watch you agonize for it. Bliss will come painfully slow for you this time. Slow and destructive.”
For him too.

Destructive being the key word as she felt the fury of sensitized flesh building, creeping up with the little salacious nudges he allowed her. A hand stroked over her breast bone feeling out the brutish torment he kept her body in. He cupped a breast, enjoying the pillowy fullness of it then plucked at her hard nipple before bringing his fingers down over her trembling belly to her engorged clit. The faintest brush of his finger sent a jolt through her body. Then he flicked it, her hips jerked and he rewarded her with a deep thrust, catching his thumb between their bodies that ground deeper pressure against her.

Katianna tossed her head, his mastery was wicked and cruel and the tears rolled over her cheek unable to prevent them as he tortured her with blazing need.

Trenton came over her, licked and kissed the tears from her cheeks. His groin rolling in and pulling out so slow he could feel her pussy hugging to keep him, milking him to stay and he returned a little fast, a little harder, feeling her body writhe underneath him. How he loved torturing her soul with its need for release. He’d never seen such beauty in all his life and she was his—all his. His chest heated at the knowledge and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He needed to give what he’d kept from her now. Needed to hear her whimper and cry out his name.

He pulled her ass till she was near hanging off the edge and he pumped in with deep hungry strokes. He could barely hold onto his own moaning as the surge of energy was building, racing through his blood. Building in the heavy veins of his cock. Drawing his balls up tight, threatening to explode in her.

“Trenton!” She cried with more tears. Her back thrust violently into a breaking arch and her legs tightened, gripping his arms and his waist as he speared inside her now. Delivering the orgasm she had wept for.

Her body shattered, shaking without control she was totally submitted and he released his own. A deep hard thrust driving into her theca and the explosion shot out sending him even deeper in her, his hips jerked, corded muscles in his thighs bunched and he bit out a long heated growl.