Becoming His Slave (23 page)

“I’m surprised you're not staying with your father while you're here.” Trenton commented to Rashawn as they made their way down the stairs.

“I’d never get any work done or sleep. You know how he is—it’s all about his art and more sex. He’s worse now than he ever was.” He shook his head unbuttoning a few buttons of his suit coat as they continued down the stairs. “I think the old man is really losing it.” Despite the way he termed it Trenton could tell Rashawn actually cared about his father.

They reached the bottom and came out into the lobby area opposite the elevators. Trenton led the way towards the front of the building, but his hand pressed Rashawn to a halt before they stepped out. He fished his phone out and called Diesel up.

“Deez—I got one of the board members with me—we’re coming out in a sec.” He flipped the phone off not bothering to wait for a response from Diesel. His hand blindly moved to Rashawn’s shoulder as he glanced outside towards the crowd and watched as Diesel stepped out from the limo still waiting across the street. “Let’s go—and keep close.”

Trenton pushed past the doors his fingers tightening around Rashawn to make sure the man kept close to him and they walked swiftly towards the limo. Diesel stepped away from the perimeters of the car, closing the gap between them, his eyes scanning and his hand went out pressing against Rashawn's back guiding him towards the car. Once Rashawn was in, he and Trenton both jumped in and closed the door.

“Drive!” Trenton gave the command. While they had evacuated without incident he wasn’t comfortable hanging around. It felt too much like inviting trouble to come find them. Once they had some distance between them and the hotel, Trenton finally managed to relax, that’s about when he realized he was sitting next to Kat. Her cheeks streaked from earlier tears.

“Hey—it okay we’re safe. Looks like it was only a scare tactic.” He whispered to her, but that wasn’t enough for Katianna as she fell into his arms her fingers clenching at him, as if that was the only way to tell herself he was safe. Trenton was surprised by her action, but he was also moved by it and his arm fell around her like a blanket. “Anyone grab some clothes for her?” He asked openly to his guys, noticing she was still wearing only the yellow lace chemise gown she had been sleeping in. He fought back the urge to grin, it was one he had bought her. One of many he had sent to her anonymously for Christmas. Her skin peeked through the sheer lace of the
Aubade Asako
designer garment beautifully, but then he wasn’t comfortable that everyone else was able to see her body as well.

Payton tossed a wad of clothes over to him. Just random items he grabbed before they left the room. Which turned out to be nothing more than a sundress, a fashion scarf and some sandals. The white sundress had a black and grey paisley design along the skirt and grey floral vines that scrolled up into the bodice which made the dress attractively suitable to wear almost anywhere, the long light weight aquamarine scarf didn’t really match, but Katianna didn’t protest in the least as he helped her get into the dress in such tight quarters, then slip the sandals on her feet, making a mental note to himself to not reveal his delight in this too much, in front of the others.

“Well that was certainly an excitable way to start the morning.” Amelia commented then turned facing Rashawn, “As for you that was rather foolish remaining in the building that way. What if the threat had been real?” She turned up a brow at him.

“No argument from me there. I’ve been trying to reach my car since I got the warning.”

“Where is he?” Trenton asked then.

Rashawn shook his head, piercing his lips in a questioning expression, “Don’t know. Lionel is one of the company drivers, I use him all the time. He’s very reliable.”

“Probably should check into that.” Diesel smelled trouble with that. A missing company employee was always a bad indicator. “So what about you? Where will you and Katianna be till this settles down?” Diesel’s concerns shifted to them. It would be hours before the police would allow anyone back inside the hotel.

“Some breakfast for her for starters, since she never came out to eat yesterday.” He shot her a scolding glance from the corner of his eyes, “After? Not sure but I’ll check in with you.”

“You should go by the
Musée de L'art du Corps,
it’s a wonderful place if you’ve never been there before and they’ve
added a third gallery that will be finished soon.” Rashawn suggested, but gave no rise to his knowing of Trenton and his relation to his father. Not in front of mixed company.

The driver called back to announce they had arrived at the summit location. “
M’sieur Leos
. We’ve arrived.”

“Ramos.” Trenton called Amelia’s lead bodyguard to attention who was sitting up front with the driver.

Ramos had a better view of their surroundings to scan the area between them and the office building, “We got a line of protestors along the side of the walkway.” He called back to Trenton to apprise him of the situation. “Around a dozen right now, Sir.”

Trenton twisted in his seat, but he didn’t have a clear line of view from his position, “How close?”

“Too close for your comfort, but still acceptable. I see six local police officers on the line.”

Trenton glanced at Diesel, “You got a clear view of them?”

Diesel was watching out the window intently, “Yeah. Looks fairly calm right now.”

“Let’s go Ramos.” He turned then to Amelia and Rashawn, “Walk fast, do not stop for anyone. You can talk when you’re safely inside the building.”

Amelia nodded; she knew what was expected of her. She also knew not to say so. It was part of Trenton’s security to speak the obvious, because you never know when the rules would have to change.

With the go ahead from Trenton, Ramos stepped out from the front seat of the limo and came around the back, opening the door on Diesel’s side.

“Stay in the limo, I’ll be right back out. If anything should happen get down on the floor board. The car has bullet shields but it’s still safer down low.” He glanced at Katianna to make sure she understood his directions. She nodded.

“Good girl.” He kissed her forehead, “Be right back.” He turned to the driver, looking at him through the divider window, “If all hell breaks loose and we’ve already reached the building you get her out of here till I call you back.”

“
Oui, Monsieur.”

Diesel was first out then Payton, then Rashawn and Amelia followed by Trenton and the four of them escorted Amelia and her board member inside at a fast pace with little more than some shouting and chants from the protestors.

Just as Trenton had said he was back out in only a few minutes, remaining inside only long enough to see his group safely inside and to check with the building security of any incidences. As he made his way out he stopped to speak with one of the officers securing the line of protestors.

“They have a permit to be here?” He asked in French. The officer hesitated thoughtfully for a moment, a good indication that there wasn’t one. That put the odds in his favor, “Then get them out of here and when they show up tomorrow with their permit put them across the street.”

“But
Monsieur
, they have the right—”                    

“Yes they do, but after this morning’s bomb scare I also have the right to dictate how close they get to speak their opinions. So see to it they are across the street tomorrow. Everyone will be safer for it.” And with that Trenton left the officer to return to the limo and Katianna.

Trenton jumped in and instructed the driver to a local restaurant where they could get a late breakfast.

“Feel up to a day at a museum?”

“Are we allowed back to the hotel?”

“Sorry Katianna.” He shook his head at her, “Not for a while at least.” But he saw her eyes moving to the computer he had brought down for her. “If you still need to do some writing I’m sure we can find a nice quiet park nearby.”

“No. A museum sounds good.” She answered back. It did sound good actually. Then for once she could spend some time with him outside of a club. Four years and it seemed like almost every minute she had ever known with him was spent inside a club, most of it anyways.

She shifted in her seat looking at him as he sat across from her, “Why did you stay?”

Trenton cocked his head questioningly at her. He wasn’t sure what she was asking.

“Inside the hotel I mean. Why did you stay inside when you ordered the rest of us out?”

Trenton tried to keep his expression warm, but in truth his job was very serious and it entailed a considerable amount of risk. “It’s my job Katianna. Securing your life isn’t just about shielding your body or shooting at an attacker. Part of it is making sure the location you’re in is safe. While Diesel saw to it you evacuated the building I had to stay behind to tend to the threat there.”

“But what if there had been an actual bomb in the building?” She just couldn’t comprehend why he would stay behind when there was such a danger.

“That’s the risk I take Kat. Now will you do something for me?”

She nodded.

“No matter how upset you are with me—don’t shut me out. Diesel tells me we have to pay to have the door replaced in your room.”

Katianna’s eyes darted away.

“Kat?”

She looked back up surprised to see a warm and friendly smile on his face and she nodded back to him, “Okay.”

“And one other thing so we have a clear understanding between us. What you did, I should put you over my knee and spank you hard for it.”

Kat shifted in the seat and pushed herself away from him a few slow inches. “That’s your job too?” she risked quibbling over the semantics of his authority and directives.

“No as someone who cares about your safety.”

“As Dominus.” She murmured. She felt the disappointment. As Dominus—as her bodyguard he cared about her safety. Just one more fleeting factor that said she was nothing more to him then his charge, except when he was drinking and she was the only one to direct his attention on. But if this was all she was how could he dare say he could spank her. “You’d beat a woman who wasn’t one of your Subs just for locking the door?”

“Spank. Not beat.” He corrected her first, “I most certainly would if I felt you needed one. And I definitely feel you need one for this, but I’m not going to this time, because even though you locked me out you were still safely under my charge.”

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Musée de L'art du Corps
was owned and operated by a friend of Trenton’s, once a Professor of Art and Antiquity, now curator of his own museum of erotic art, Fambleush Boismier. It also catered its galleries as home for many of the workings of renowned artist of architecture and sculpture, Cardiff Matisse.

Katianna stood at the front of the building staring at the large stone archway and the letters carved into it.

“
L'art est le corps de mon amant.”
Trenton read the words out to her.

“What does it mean?”

“Art is my lover’s body.”

“What’s inside?” she looked up at him curiously.

“Erotica. The very visuals that creates your writing.” He wouldn’t dare lie to her and he hoped she would not pull away feeling offended as she had at the club. When she only looked at him, without gesture he twisted, jutting his elbow out offering up his arm for her to take. “Shall we,
ma chèrie
?”

Katianna hadn’t forgotten the stern warning that Trenton would actually spank her for disobeying him. She didn’t doubt him one bit even if she didn’t think he had that much clearance to do so with her. He seemed to think he did and how was she suppose to argue with that right now? Her face twitched trying to clear it from her mind. Her eyes tilted back up to the archway and she recalled the afternoon he tolerated her unabated curiosity at the expo all those years ago. Now standing at the entrance to a museum dedicated to the art— how could she turn the offer down? She pitched a brightened expression up his way, “We shall.” She smiled coiling her arm into his and allowed him to lead her inside.

Katianna fell in love with the small museum right away; its genre though purposely lacking in candor appealed to her own artistic nature directly. She’s not sure if she ever stopped grinning and near instantly began chattering about everything they saw.

The
Musée de L’art du Corps
translated to the museum of the body’s art and it did just that—discovered and displayed the erotic beauty of the human body. And why we like our bodies so much.

Two main galleries divide by time periods, part of the first room reserved for present day and recent artists along with works which included: vintage erotica photography, prints specializing in oriental, erotic and homoerotic pictures from the late 1800’s to the middle 1900’s, with inclusions from artists such as Wilhelm Von Gloeden and Leon Roze. Georges Topfer, who turned out to be one of Trenton’s favorites, since most of his work revolved around depictions of sexual spanking and whippings was shared in the collection. A few prints from Louis Malteste, another artist who apparently had a fondness for blushing red bottoms and for those who were into bondage there were works from artist John Willie.

Even some of the world’s most recognizable models were present such as Lina Cavalieri and Betty Page. The remaining space was reserved as a Baroque Boudoir, dedicated to paintings, sculptures and personalities.

Katianna’s favorite from the first gallery was a print of a couple from the early 1930’s on a park curb.

The woman laid back across her lover’s lap into his arm’s embrace, her own arms holding up the umbrella that attempted to keep the rain at bay, while her gentlemanly handler had pulled her dress well over her hips revealing black knickers and his fingers hidden between her legs, taking and giving great pleasure to his maiden woman.

Katianna must have stared at it for some time feeling the warm blush spread across her body recanting a similar situation for herself. What she would have given to trade a wired jaw for an umbrella. Her pinkish feeling had to of turned deep crimson when she realized Trenton was watching her as he leaned back against one of the columns in the room. The glint in his eyes and the temptuous smile on his face insured her he was also remembering the moment he had given her.