Becoming His Slave (28 page)

“Yes, Dominus.” She whispered the proper response.

Trenton stepped back, dragging the flogging straps softly across the curve of her ass, teasing her, easing her to its touch to anticipate it, then quickly pulled back and swung. She twisted suddenly and just as quickly tried to correct her stance, returning to her original position. Trenton's arm froze in his second swing, but the second she returned to her spot he followed through and delivered a strong strike across the back of both thighs.
Okay so this one needed to be restrained
. He flipped the baton in his hand and stuck the Pyrex end between her legs pressing it against the entrance of her sex and lifted.

Usage number two:
Motivate Slave to move.

“Crawl up on the bench.”

Usage number three:
Tease Slave
. And he did so stroking across her labia parting them with the baton, tantalizingly slow and he was certain he heard Donát whimper behind him. Poor tortured and deprived child. A devilish grin worked its way on his face. How often had he fantasized of doing the same to Katianna?

Return to usage number one:
Spread Slave’s Legs
. And he could see the moisture already weeping from Marcena’s body.
Yes
—he could see she responded very nicely. He moved around front of her as she leaned over the narrow padded bench that now held her in place, but it wasn’t going to be enough, he’d have to strap her down.

Usage number four:
Make Slave Lick It
.

“Open your mouth.” And when she did he teased her lips with the baton till she licked at it then pulled it away before she could really get into it and moved to the straps. First her wrists, clipping the bangles she wore to the chains built into the bench, next he pulled a strap around the back of her thighs just above the knee and another over her back at the waist to keep her from twisting away.

He was pulling it tight when Katianna’s yelp had him spinning on his heels and he found her recoiling on the sofa—Toussaint and Merri had snuck up behind her and by their position and Toussaint’s out stretched hand they had attempted to touch her.

Trenton glared, but kept his steps slow and controlled as he moved over to the sofa, his heavy gaze on the men never softening, his hand held out to take Katianna, “You should not touch a man’s property without asking and it’s not wise to touch mine at all.”

Trenton lifting her up from the sofa and guided her hand to take its rightful place in the permanent pressed twist in his shirt and returned to the subject of Marcena.

Fambleush could not contain his admiration as he watched Trenton work his Slave Marcena, all while he kept vigil own his future intended. It was magical. Trenton was truly focused on what he was doing with Marcena as he trained her to accept the flogging straps and built her body to a high arousal, yet that one hand blindly attended to the small woman clinging to him, never forgetting her—never abandoning her position always keeping her aligned with his own body and movements. Like a dancer that knew where her skirt needed to be for the next move or a bullfighter—eyes always on the bull, but hands controlled the red cape.
Oh bravo!

Trenton was hard as a rock, enjoying the Slave—how her body responded, but she did need some training, a lot of it. She was still afraid—too nervous that it hindered a great deal of the pleasure she should have been getting from it and her eyes wandered too much. She would fidget and that was problematic. Had he not caught the shift in her body and continued with his strokes of the baton he would have struck improperly and that could result in hurting her. That bad habit would have to be corrected right away—one of the first steps of her training. But while he was growing hungry just from handling the untrained slave, the undeniable presence of Katianna as she clung to him, flowing with his body so easily, made his arousal and need for satisfaction al the more potent. No chance he could handle going back to their hotel with a full out raging erection, he was too high on the adrenalin and her scent.

He moved in front of Marcena one hand guiding Katianna to stand directly behind him. Some small part of him wished she wasn’t there just now, fearful she would be wounded by it and yet if she watched it was going to make him so much hotter and all the more enjoyable.

He unzipped his pants and pulled the hard flesh from the confinements and waved it in front of Marcena’s lips. Tucking the red acrylic baton under her chin, he raised her head up bringing her lips level to his cock, “Lick.” He told her softly and before Marcena responded he felt Katianna’s fingers clench tighter and her head pressing into his back—
hiding
.

Marcena pushed her head forward her lips parting for him. He quickly pulled back, “
Ahh ahh
—I said lick.” Again he was soft with his instructions, but that firmness was always there.

Marcena’s pink tongue slipped out and she licked at the engorged crest, seeking out the moist slit with the tip of her tongue, but her eyes shot up looking for his approval. The one thing Trenton didn’t tolerate and his fingers twirled the baton on his fingers and brought the leather strap down on her back that quickly. The sound had Katianna flinching from the cracking sound. It reverberated though his body.
Oh hell
—he liked that—
two flinches for the price of one.

“Keep your eyes down at all times.” Trenton commanded with soft control.

“Yes Dominus.” Marcena whispered.

As he allowed Marcena’s mouth to work around him, he felt Kat relax behind him some, but he was growing tense in the same process. Marcena was showing once again just were her lack of training was and for him it was very disappointing. He needed the release.

What he needed was Katianna willfully wrapped around him
, but he was still uncertain she was ready. He needed her to be ready cause once he started for her there would be no stopping him, no holding back. He wiped the sweat from his brow. He didn’t know what made him sweat more, the frustration from the untrained, inexperienced mouth of this Latin delight or having Katianna so close to him when he was so primed for her.

A sudden scrape of teeth ripped him from his thoughts and he quickly pulled his anguished flesh from her mouth. “Enough.”  His command gritted past clenched teeth.

“But I have not brought you to orgasm?” Marcena’s lips quivered.

“I’d rather use my hand to finish then suffer this any longer.” He zipped up his pants and his hand went to
gentle
Katianna, pardoning her from his tempered words. Mainly he just wanted to touch her, feel her body against the length of his arms. That she allowed him to enjoy the feel of her body as he stroked her side soothed his disappointment and addressed his needs.

A trained mouth was one of the simplest of things to complete and one of his favored pleasures next to caning. Even a decent mouth was easy enough to develop, the rest would come, but this one had not received any training. Most likely the men that handled her were satisfied enough to just pump inside her mouth and the best she could do was sit there and let it happen.

But that wasn’t Trenton, a woman’s mouth was heaven to him and he liked to feel it dance around his cock, liked it when the ecstasy created by her swirled through his body and sent him into a maelstrom of sensations. If he had to pump just to feel something from their mouths then it wasn’t good, like soured wine and it was best to just put a stop to it. Better to dish out a little shame then injure the girl, pumping his lust down her throat.

Fambleush looked at him with a worried expression, fearing Marcena’s failure to satisfy the simplest of pleasures alone would deter Trenton from accepting the girl into his training.

Trenton shook his head, “She’s damaged goods, Fambleush. She has never been trained and has gone too long without correcting the bad habits she’s developed along the way.” He shook his head again, slow and heavy with calculated thoughts. It was difficult to break someone of bad habits, after they’d gone uncorrected for too long and took far too much time to rectify. Time he didn’t have or even willing to put into her, not without a heavy fee.

Fambleush’s shoulders slunk, he had hoped Trenton would take her. As dreamy as Marcena was to look at, her lack of skill was a disappointment for the body’s sensories.

Trenton felt Katianna tug on his shirt and he turned looking down at her and she pulled on him again to lean down to her, when he did she whispered something in his ear that made him smile and he had to fight the urge to kiss her seeing the fire burning in her eyes and the mischievous grin on her lips.

Lollipop.

Genius she was and he decided he wanted that kiss anyways, after all he had warned her. “Kiss me.” He commanded her, to see if she would truly do as he had instructed her earlier that evening. That he might demand something of her and he would expect her to comply.

And to his delight she did. Easing up on tip toes to deliver soft billowy lips against his own. A strangely warm and heady feeling burning through him, he sucked at her lips gingerly keeping her caught in the vacuum of his need for a long moment then straightened.
Damn her
. Didn’t she have any idea how much he wanted her—needed her?

“I don’t suppose you have any lollipop candies in the house?” Trenton asked. He’d never used them, but he was dying to know what Katianna would do with one.

“Actually I do.” Chemène spoke up. Fambleush shot a glance at her and she shrugged, “I just quit smoking and it they help.” She shrugged again then whispered in Esmé’s ear and sent her to go fetch one. Within minutes the young slave returned with the candy treat and passed it over to Trenton, not hiding the fact she had grabbed extras and was quickly popping one in her own mouth only to have Fambleush reaching for it and taking it from her with a playful scolding finger. She pouted back and he soon folded, returning it to her mouth, her tongue darted out to lick at it playfully before taking it from his fingers with her teeth.

Trenton offered the sucker to Marcena, tempting her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out. He dragged the candy over her tongue down the center then teased over the edge from one side to the next and dragged it across the center of her tongue again tapped the tip a couple of times then held it just out of reach and watched as her tongue reached out searching for the sugary taste. Oh this was good, watching her tongue now. He rolled the candy over her lips coating them with the sugared flavor then told her to lick at them, then had her pumping her mouth over the sucker, reminding her to keep her tongue rolling against the candy as she sucked at it.

“Now I want you to do the same thing to my cock.” He told her as he pulled the steel flesh out and pushed it to her lips. And just as she had done with the lollipop she licked at him, rolled her lips over his crest and licked further till finally being allowed to suck him in. All the time Katianna hugging against his back. At least that’s what it felt like to him. The fingers of both hands clenching at his sides and her face pressed against his back and she moved with him as he gently pushed his erection into Marcena’s mouth. Gentle slow strokes as she learned how to use her tongue. It was far from perfection, but it would do and it showed she would be able to pick up quickly enough with the right instructions.

Katianna didn’t watch, but she felt and she listened. Listened to Trenton’s breath. Not ragged but heavy, his head tilted back only some, but she could imagine his expression had it been thrown back with total exhilarations of pleasure. Wondering how he would sound if completely taken by the wet sensation of a woman’s mouth, of course she had all this mapped out in her head already having written it so many times—remember Trenton was a subject of her characters often. But for her there was nothing sexier then the sound of a man when he was near his orgasm and she wanted to her Trenton’s.

But this was still completely vanilla as far as phalacio went. She felt his body tense he was close and he rocked into the girl’s mouth a little faster. She leaned to her side, risking a peek and Trenton had Marcena’s head, his palm flattened on top of her crown his thumb caressing at the silky wave of hair, gently holding her to him.

Trenton shifted, suddenly his other hand pulling Katianna’s hand free from his shirt and pulled her hand down over his abdomen, eliciting her touch at the base of his cock holding her firmly just as his hips bunched up and she could feel his release pump from his body against her fingers. His moaning deepened as if her touch made the needed difference in the sensation for him. His fingers caressing over her hand firmly and she used the chance to watch his face. The deep furrow across his brow that indicated it wasn’t all that he wanted or desired, but it was release none the less and when the jerk of his hips stopped—total relaxation.

But the real surprise came when he pulled from Marcena’s mouth and Katianna discovered he was pierced on the end of his cock. A small gasp escaped her lips her eyes following the surgical steel twin adornments of Didoe piercings through the flange of his crest and the one bar straight through the thickness of the head from one side to the other. All vanishing when he tucked himself back into the confinements of his pants.

“Are you staring?” Katianna’s gaze shot up as Trenton teased her with the question and she blushed heatedly and ducked back behind him. She heard him laughing at her, but she wasn’t about to showing her face for a while now. Not even to scowl at him.

“Dominus—” Fambleush was calling for him, his cordial tone a reflection of the relaxed satisfaction, having watched the spectacle. “Our Rachel has asked for favoritism.”

Trenton could already feel his cock rising for the occasion. Rachel was good under the crop. It had been a long time, but you just don’t forget a Slave like her.

He would definitely accept, especially if it helped her be cleansed of her ghosts. Often a good spanking did just that for some slaves, purged them of some deep rooted pain they carried with them and only the best Doms knew how to extract that.