Becoming His Slave (91 page)

Katianna gasped and her knees buckled out from under her, caught by Trenton’s strong arms. A tumultuous ripple of pain in pleasure annihilating her senses. He returned her to her feet once again and pressed her over the cushion, his hands taking her and moved them to hug around the back of the seat, then glided up her arms over her shoulders to stroke and caresses her back. She could hardly believe there was still more to come, that somehow he was not finished with her. Had any man ever made love or simply fucked his woman to such heights and with such detail, that he would truly own her when he was finished? That when he was finished with her she would be nothing more than a jibbering boneless child?

She felt his lips on her back kissing at her spine, his hands messaging her gently. She chewed at her lip. He felt so good, his touch so dreamy. His hands smoothed over the cheeks of her ass, pivoted around and stroked down the backs of her thighs while he pressed his still hard cock against her ass, groaning.

He leaned away and suddenly she was struck with red stinging pleasure as his hand came smacking down on her right cheek. Katianna gasped, but the sting was easily smoothed down as his fingers feathered over the pink blush.

“That’s for leaving my bed without permission.” And he delivered another onto her left cheek. “Mmmm, I like how your ass blushes for me.” He crooned smoothing down the sting as he admired his own handy work in the dim lighting.

She felt his cock kiss the tender petals of her theca, than slow and tender he eased inside. Pressing her folds to once again give to his claim on her. He pushed till his hard steel was seated deep inside her and began stroking her walls in and out, with a hungry rhythm.

Her pudendum so engorged she was tighter than ever now and every stroke against her walls sent her to new levels of blazing friction. It was almost too slow how he slid in, his groin just barely slapping against her blushed cheeks then rocked up in her as if lifting her to find a deeper reach, then retreating. It was definitely too slow and she bucked against him.

“
Shhh
—easy baby girl, not yet.” He stroked her back with feathery light touches, while one hand still held her hips steady as he pushed in with deep steady measures.

“No. Trenton please—” she whimpered bucking back against him still catching enough to increase the thrust for one short stroke, before his grip tightened on her, “Hard—I need it harder.” She didn’t want to be built up slowly or teased. She couldn’t handle any more of that.
Oh please
just let him pound her, deliver her to her release and let her melt away.

“
Shhh
—I know what you need—just not yet.”

“Please, Trenton what do I have to do? Beg?”

He grinned, “It wouldn’t hurt.” And he slowed just to make the undulating pleasure all the more unbearable.

“
Oh god
, Trenton harder please. I’m begging!” She cried, bucking furiously against him, “Please—” Trenton’s muscles flexed, his fingers around her hip tightened and he speared into her with a single anguishing thrust. She got what she begged for and he didn’t let up, inundating her with the pleasure and pain from his force, burrowing into her, throwing her body into chaos. Her fingers clinched into the cushion as she held on for dear life as his cock rammed into her, finding a depth that had never been touched by any man before him.

Trenton groaned with each thrust, intense fervency shot out from the penetration of his erection, jolting through her axis and spreading out like an exploding star that surged and heated her. She felt so much, riding from one wave to the next; her body quacked from the storm that still found accelerations in her body, wrecking her. It was frightening that he could fuck her till she was utterly senseless.

“
Oh baby
—so fucking incredible.” He growled and she felt the final blow as he sank in bottoming out, felt the steel hard shaft inside her pulse and jerk, his semen hot and frothing, filling her as it hit the back of her nether with hot liquid, exalting another release from her and the shiver of insane ecstasy rippled through her again. She cried out with a long breathy wail, every muscle in her body strained to sit up to find his body to hold him.

Trenton folded over her, pulling her head around to him, kissing her from forehead to cheek till finding her lips. He breathed into her mouth, licking at her lips and nipped at them tenderly, resting his weight against her, letting her feel his sated claim of her.

Her lids were so heavy now, sleep was nearing its own claim on her, but she managed a smile to show him she had been sated as well. His kiss drifted down her cheek, she could feel his lashes brush her face with a feathery tickle then felt his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he pulled out. He rolled her over gently rolling her directly into his arms and carried her back to his bed where she belonged.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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After his version of a morning
quickie
, Trenton started her day off with a relaxing bath, letting her body soak to cure her aching muscles from their fierce love making and he pampered her just as promised washing her hair with select shampoos that smelled like a vacation in Hawaii. He even had soaps that blended perfectly with the shampoo and conditioner, then rinsed her with brisk cool water to revive her senses and dried her, followed with lotions he already had picked out and set aside and wrapped her up in slinky chemise.

She would have said she felt like a princess, but even princesses didn’t get this kind of pampering care. Trenton tended to her every need right down to brushing her teeth. He did however let her go to the bathroom in privacy before he gave her the bath.
A girl’s gotta draw the line somewhere
and luckily he didn’t try to expect that from her, but purposely gave her some private time before taking over again.

“Hungry?” He asked as he finished brushing her hair out.

“Famished.”

Trenton took her hand, his fingers knotting into hers and he led her out to the kitchen and placed her on the bar stool he had just fucked her in only hours ago, as he moved around to the other side and started the task of whipping up some breakfast.

She watched him, he was like an artist as he cracked eggs with a single hand one then another and another—okay so he dropped one shell into the pan, but quickly fished it back out and whisked the mixture adding the next set of ingredients. His eyes kept flickering towards her and she could feel he had something on his mind. He crooked a finger at her to come and she did. He kissed her, his tongue slipping passed her lips to taste hers. Suddenly she was on the counter. Keeping his lips locked with hers, he eased her down on her back, pulling the chemise up over her hips and lifted her thigh She watched down the length of her arm, her foot set on the edge of the counter, pushed her knee over to spread her open and wide. His took one last sip of her lips then went back to his cooking glancing over his shoulder periodically to look at her displayed pussy.

Katianna’s face blanched, realizing what he was doing. Seriously? He was looking at her exposed sex while he was cooking? She felt utterly vulnerable and shy just then. She might as well not have the nighty on she felt so naked and exposed under the stark white lights of the kitchen and the sunlight that spilled through the dinette and living room. Yet here he was fixing them breakfast and starring at her pudendum like he intended to have her for breakfast rather than the omelets he was cooking. And that made her wet.
Oh god
—
betrayer
.

How unfair, that this man knew more about what her body was capable of responding to and what it needed. It only further defined why she had been willing to surrender to him as his Life Slave.

Once the food was ready he moved her to the eat-in bar, and placed her up on the counter shelf. The very one she had found the eye bolts under last night.

“What are the hooks for?” She asked only to have more questions as he spread her legs apart and placed their plate on the counter between her feet. And when he sat down and took a quick bite while enjoying his view, those questions dissipated with the prevalent answer.

“They’re for you, when I feel the desire to restrain you in place for my pleasure.” He offered her a bite. And she eyed the placement of the bolts as she chewed, her feet shimmied out to the placement of the bolts realizing that if he clipped her in, her legs would be spread out further then where he had allowed her presently. Trenton smiled seeing the amount of nervous measure in her expression.

“Even with your submission I intend to enjoy you restrained at times.” He smiled as he took another bite from their plate, then offered one in like to her.

Very aware that Trenton had modified his counter top into some form of spreader bar, she couldn’t help wondering what other explicit modifications he had in the house. She eyed him suspiciously, but got no response from him as he continued to feed her.

Taking a last bite for himself, Trenton sat back on the bar stool and pulled his cock out from his lounge pants, stroking it lightly His eyes caressing her skin towards her inner thighs. Some tantalizing thought was all it took and he was pulling her down from the counter to straddle over his lap.

“
Nooo
—you’re going to fuck me while I’m still eating?” She tried to recoil back to her place on the counter shelf. She couldn’t possibly survive more so soon. But his grip on her wrist and her hip tightened just enough to prevent any further retaliation from her.

He pulled the top lace of her nighty down to let her breasts spill out and drew his finger over a tawny nipple. His eyes flickered at her toast as she attempted to chew it down faster than she was capable of. He stole a finger full of the jam before she could protest and smeared it over her nipple, letting out a satisfied groan to himself.

“You slept too long; we don’t have enough time to do them separately.”

And he sank deep inside her pulling her down over his cock. His mouth leaned in to suck the jam covered nipple with a new hunger and again he let out a satisfied groan.

Katianna moaned, dropping her toast so her hands could go to his shoulders to steady herself and her nails bit into his flesh as he lifted her to ride the deep penetrations of his cock began to pump in and out of her. Her whole body swooned. She couldn’t possible survive another round of him so soon. She was already quivering over him. Still swollen and sensitive from being awakened with sex. And the hours of what seemed like endless sex their first night together before that.

“Come for me baby —let me feel you come all over me and then I’ll let you finish eating.”

Oh god now she had to do tricks for her food
?—She rocked her hips with each deep stroke that landed inside her, grinding her clit into him, her flesh so sensitized she was already there. She curled against him her nails digging deeper into him with each torturously exquisite grind of his body into hers. She felt the rising pitch, felt her thighs tighten around him. She didn’t think it was possible to cum so soon or so many times, but her clit was so overindulged, it snapped with igniting pulses every time it brushed against his belly. Every muscle deep in her theca screamed out and that feeling became sound that escaped her throat as she cried out. Her head tossing back and gasps shattered with the last few hard spears of his cock and then she felt his semen hit the back of her walls filling her, making that final release all the more complete.

She folded over him, felt his arms encase her, keeping her firmly against his body, his deep breathes spilling over her shoulder and his heart pounding against her breasts. She didn’t have any bones in her body anymore. No strength to move. How the hell was she supposed to eat?

Trenton kissed her forehead and tried to nudge her to move, “Come little mouse, you need to finish eating so we can get cleaned up again before we leave.”

“No—” he heard the pouty response come from his neck.

“Did you just say ‘
no’
to me?”

“No—” more weak pouting.

“We’re gonna have to work on these
no’s
of yours before they start racking up punishments.” He delivered a peck on the side of her head. “Come on—” he coaxed her. “I need to stop by the office to set this week’s schedule, that way I’m freed up for the rest of the week to just be with you. You can use the time on the road to catch up on some writing, if it’s possible for you. And I suspect we need to do some shopping for you. You never seem to have enough of the right things and—”

She eased back, but only slightly, “Should I be scared?”

Trenton chuckled. “Probably—but it's too late for that now. You’re already mine. I’m not about to give you up now.”

Trenton pushed her to finish eating, something about always being withering away, she wasn’t really. She ate enough—but she caught the jest about burning too many calories with all the sex he planned on having with her and she needed to keep up her energy. Food or no food, he could buy her super pills and she still wouldn’t be able to keep up with him, if every day was going to be anything like what she just went through and it’d only been one night so far.

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That night Trenton sat in the living, slouched back in the wide comfy chair, his eyes glittered as he watched Katianna undress slowly, one garment at a time, pausing till he gave the nod to proceed to the next article. Done all before him while he sat quietly his wine glass balanced between his fingers as he stared at her as he would a painting on a wall contemplating its meaning—its purpose as the artist who created it wanted you to see it.

Katianna could only stand still for so long before she was fidgeting.

“
Shh,
keep still.” He whispered as if her fidgeting interrupted deeper thoughts over her body. He brought his wine up, rolled the glass against his lip before taken a sip. His eyes never leaving her body.