Becoming His Slave (2 page)

Katianna took a seat in the crescent shaped booth in the first of the ten glass rooms, which for now and until whenever was reserved for Amelia and her distinguished guests. And soon after, those guests poured in. Some just stopping by for the—
kiss, kiss, you look delicious
—while others stopped and stayed for a drink. And for each and every guest Amelia bragged about her new star writer Katianna Dumas. Which most of them had already heard Amelia talk about her, and many had read at least two books. Amelia was that good of a sales woman.

It was nearly dizzying watching Amelia’s friends come and go. But all that came to a heart throbbing calm—the whole world stopped rotating when Katianna saw
him
step into sight.

She didn’t care what other women might have thought he was—he was the sultan’s gold in her eyes. One look at him and her mind was desperate to slow down time’s imaginary influence around her like time lapse photography as he came up the few steps that led to the raised platform where their glass partitioned VIP room was. His broad chest and shoulders clad in a black patent alligator jacket that was zipped halfway up and tailored just perfectly so as not to diminish the contours of the muscles she was certain were under there. Black sweater with a thick turtle neck and dark grey slacks. She was no fashion guru, but after a five year former relationship with a male model, she knew when something screamed Dolce & Gabbana. Some fashions were always notable. And this man was decked out to the ultimate, right down to the kid skin, black gloved hands. Katianna closed her eyes just for a moment imagining those gloves moving over her skin. Just the thought sent a ripple through her body.

Her mouth was watering instantly and she could feel the damp yearning between her legs. She’d seen plenty of pretty boys on the runway and at the night clubs, but this was no young creature he was mature—
a man’s man
—he didn’t just take the cake, he was the cake.

Just behind him, a woman dressed in a patent vinyl body suit that covered very little, shadowed his every step till he reached the door to Amelia’s VIP room. The trailing woman was tall and slender with the exception of her well endowed and very exposed breasts. Her height enhanced all the more with the added height of her platform boots. She would have been able to kiss his chin had she lifted her head, but at the moment her head was forced to bow before him by a weight clipped to the ball gag in her mouth. Platinum blond hair pulled back in a tight pony tail fell just to her shoulders. The two paused just outside the door and with one finger he ordered her to her knees to wait outside. Katianna watched as if mesmerized by the show as the young woman looked about her feet some, careful not to swing the weight held in her teeth, then stepped back and slowly with some effort lowered to her knees and Katianna saw for the first time the woman’s arms were bound behind her back by a pair of thick leather restraint sleeves clipped together both at her elbows and at her wrists, which lent part in her difficulty in lowering. That and the domineering man lent her no assistance rather he did little more than hang the leash that controlled her on a hook fashioned just to the side of the glass door.

And when he stepped in Katianna thought she’d faint from so much stimulation. He was at least 6’4” and she loved tall men. The taller the better, because she had the fantasy of crawling up their bodies to seduce them. The warm quickening she felt eliciting her theca to awaken like a fury that had slumbered too long and was instantly sawing like a giant wild cat ready to be fed.
Oh drool
.

“Amelia.” He greeted the instant he stepped in. The deep tone of his voice like a predator on the prowl had Katianna’s knees wilting and he hadn’t even spoken to her.

“Dominus.” Amelia nearly sang his name as she stood, extending her hands out. He took both, bringing them both up to be kissed in a gentlemanly display of lordship for the heiress. She glanced around him to the woman he’d left outside, “She’s a new flavor for you.”

“She’s not mine. I’ve been contracted to train her.”

Her brows raised and she gave him a wicked half smile “Let me guest. Dane?”

“Who else do you know is too lazy to train his own subs?” He winked at her.

“Well I hope you charged him extra this time.” She quipped back at the Dominus.

“The meter is still running on this one.” 

Amelia’s arm wrapped around him in a half hug and saddled him around to make all the introductions. Of course, saving Katianna for last as she always did, but unlike all the other times Katianna was nearly climbing out of her seat waiting for her turn.

Amelia’s graceful hand went up in a wave towards her guests, “Of course you know Renai and Richard. My fashion designer Vashon Rayneux, his partner and assistant designer Yigal Beullai.” Amelia pivoted the attention to the next woman in the group, dressed more conservative than the others, but her tight, body clenching black
high-waisted
skirt matched with a cream colored silk halter blouse that fell in a loose swag over her breasts, still made her an eye-catching sight for most of the men. “This here is Tabitha Angelios from
Plethora Magazine.
Here for the interview on Club Pain.”

He nodded to the woman and shook her hand softly, but no kiss this time.

Finally it was her turn.

“And this is Katianna Dumas. My newest star writer. Katianna this is Dominus Trenton Leos.”

Katianna’s heart was fluttering as the man took her hand and gently pulled her to her feet, he leaned in, drawing her hand closer and finally bringing her fingers to his lips so slow as if to tease and he kissed the back of her knuckles, soft full lips with just a hint of moisture. When he straightened she was trapped under the gaze of easy brown eyes, soft like coffee with lots of cream framed with thick dark lashes. —
Ohhh yum
— She felt her chest cave and tarnish with heat in a single breath under that gaze.

Shiny dark almost black hair kept neat and clean around the ears, but a nice heavy mob of it on top to give it the disheveled shag look and plenty for a woman to rake her nails through and just enough facial hair to accent his manly facial features in shadow and framed his lips. Kissable lips that were far from her reach, unless you were a rock climber and by the look of the hard body under his clothes,
rock
was a well fitted word. She was going to thoroughly enjoy putting words to this man tonight.

She coyly brought her hand up to wipe at her lips just to be sure she wasn’t actually drooling.

That’s when it dawned on her that he wasn’t releasing her hand. He was taking her in and he seemed particularly interested in her small stature.

“How tall are you Katianna?” That air of predator hinting to something of his own amusement.

“Five-three.” She lied, hoping to get away with it since she was wearing platform boots.

His eyes narrowed and he eyed her carefully, than glanced at her boots noting the thick soles. “Take them off.”

It was a command rather than a request, but before she could either comply or protest Amelia was stepping up to the rescue. “Dominus—gently—” her hand easing around his arm, “She doesn’t play.”

Trenton glanced at Amelia with a hint of aggravation, maybe even a touch wounded that Amelia would bring in something to catch his eye then tell him hands off. He glanced back at Katianna, shifting into a more seductive gaze, “Please.” He offered. Now it was a request and Kat couldn’t possibly deny him such a simple thing. Especially if it meant he was still looking at
her
and not the blonde in the cat suit outside the door. But the woman outside the door had been tall and slender. Katianna was petit and more than
just,
she was only a smidgen of the woman she imagined it would take to feed this man’s ferocious appetite and she feared losing even a couple of inconsequential inches would deter any chances of keeping his gaze in her direction.

His eyes watched her with acute amusement, he even offered to hold her arm keeping her balanced as she released the buckles, slipped her feet out and she dropped four inches.

“Liar.” He grinned devilishly as he called her out. He’d measured her well enough to know she didn’t even stand five feet let alone top it. His eyes lighting up like a lion that had just caught his favorite prey and now he was just going to sit and snarl over it awhile. Eating it only when he decided the need suited him. And the beast’s heavy gaze had her burning even hotter now.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you kitten.” He kissed her hand again before waving her back to her seat and sitting next to her. His arm stretching out to resting up on the back almost reaching for her. Not so close that it might offend on a first time encounter, but close enough to say to everyone else he was claiming her, as if someone else might risk to question it, but one look around at the others and she didn’t get the impression that anyone ever questioned this man.

Finally the club’s owner Dane Masters, joined them, accompanied by two other men that were introduced as Diesel Gentry and Marcus Scriven.

Katianna had met Dane before when she had accompanied Amelia and her entourage in previous weeks to Pink Flesh and then to Stilettos after that. Both clubs also owned by Dane Masters and each one increasing in explicit entertainment than the last.

“Being a little hard on my girl don’t you think?” Dane commented to Trenton as soon as he sat down across from him in one of the cushy chairs. He sat back, arms up over the rests and bringing one foot to rest on a knee. His arrogance could be measured with a stick and Katianna could see right away he had a closer relationship to the man sitting next to her then with the woman outside.

“Only because you are too soft.” Diesel chided Dane, keeping to his feet and leaned against the partition wall that was behind Katianna and Trenton while Marcus dropped down next to them, “Do you want another woman to steal your car?”

Dane laughed, “You’re never going to let me live that one down are you, brother?”

“Not likely anytime soon.” Diesel chuckled at him, muscular arms capped with American eagle motifs tattooed into his shoulders, crossed over his bulging chest. Military buzz cut hair and about a five day’s worth of facial growth. Hunky with a lot of bad boy spice in him.

Marcus seemed more reserved or so it seemed, she couldn’t make much out of the man through Trenton and frankly she wasn’t much interested in looking beyond him. But she made out the wavy brown mop of hair that fell around his face, giving him a bit of the
Johnny Depp
look to him on top of a slightly larger and more muscular body. But didn’t it seem to suit him; that he was wearing the round rose colored style glasses
John Lennon
use to always wear?

“Shall we begin the interview now?” Tabitha spoke up and the attention of the room was quickly directed to her as she began the interview with Dane. While Amelia, Trenton and the others spoke about the perks of being club members.

Tabitha took interest in the submissive woman outside the VIP room and questioned Trenton on her.

“So the woman waiting at the door, how long has she been your Sub?”

“She’s not mine for one and I have been training her for Dane here for a little over a month now.”

“Don’t most Doms train their own Subs?”

“Not always, a lot goes into training, some don’t have the time or the patience, but like to reap the rewards.”

“Don’t forget finesse.” Dane chimed in, “Dominus here has a real talent for molding the best Subs.”

“And how many has Dominus trained for you, Mr. Masters?” her lips curled up in a playful smile.

“Oh I don’t know perhaps as many pairs of shoes as you may have in your closet.”

Tabitha grinned with just a hint of the blush she was attempting to conceal, “I’m a woman Mr. Masters— I have a lot of pairs of shoes in my closet.”

Dane’s golden brown eyes flickered brightly from under thick tufts of dark blonde hair, to match his smile. He was truly
the
golden boy in his arrogance. “I’m a man who’s had a lot of Subs.” He shot her a flirtatious wink. “I’m still looking for the golden egg.”

Katianna was immediately looking to see Tabitha’s response. Dane’s quip was definitely a signal to show his interest if she was willing to play; now it was up to her to respond. He would not make any other move unless he was invited to do so. And Katianna watched the birth of a phenomenon as Tabitha for the briefest of a moment lost her professional composure. The blush she had been trying to tamp down heated on her face then warmed further spreading a light peachy color to the firm cleavage that peaked out from the slinky blouse that draped down in an attractive loose swag. Her nipples had been hardening since the interview began, but now they were screaming out to be seen, retaliating against the confinements of her bra and against the fabric of her blouse. The site of them had Dane expressing a smooth lick of his lips. And that only deepened her arousal.

Tabitha watched him, watched his response and Katianna could have sworn she saw the woman’s thighs clench as she chewed at her lips, then tugged the light grey tweed jacket she wore over her blouse tighter to cover her physical confession of arousal. Tabitha took a deep breath and forced her focus back to the interview. “S-So tell me about the weight in the Sub’s mouth. What kind of training is that?”

“That is punishment.” Trenton broke in, “She has a bad habit of looking up. Now she has to carry the weight in her mouth.”

“Usually the ball gag is strapped around their head.” Yigal added further explanation to its general purpose.

“That would be fine if she was being trained to keep her eyes down. Not the case here. She’s being punished for failing to do so.” Trenton quickly corrected the situation of this particular Sub.

“So let me see if I have this correct, when you are training a Sub to keep her eyes down you would use a weighted gag with a head strap, but for punishment you take the strap off?”

“Actually Dominus doesn’t train with the weight. Either you keep your eyes down or get punished for it. And he’s quite strict on the matter. He has no tolerance for disobedience.” Dane responded, a pleasant gleam in his eyes showing his arousal just talking about it.