Becoming His Slave (8 page)

He strolled in, heading straight for the bar, “Derek—pour me a double will
ya
?”

“You got it Dominus.” The muscular blonde headed man responded grabbing a tumbler and filled it with the preferred white tequila and slid it over to him. Then followed it up with a few slices of lime and a miniature bottle of hot sauce on a napkin next to it.

“Whose here tonight?”

“Crowds kinda thin still. Most folks are still at the expo till it closes at midnight. I thought you were working at it?”

“I am, just need some release.” He tossed half the shot of tequila back, dotted a finger with Tabasco and licked at before chewing on a lime wedge.

“Mercedes is here. She looks like she could use a hard fucking herself too.”

Mercedes, now there was a woman with a body to please. She spent a small fortune and none of it her own to insure every feature of her body was to perfection and every part of her body was ripe for the fucking. Trenton flipped his glass, downing the remaining smooth liquor and bit off the burn, then pushed off in search of the Sub he would claim for himself tonight.

He found her in the back corner tempting the flirtations from a tall young blonde who had started venturing into Club Pain some months ago with self proclaimed notions he was a Master Dom. Trenton barged in on them shoving the man aside and quickly saddle against Mercedes crowding her against the wall, his firm hands rotating her to face it, then slipped down to caress her tight
bubble-butt
ass.

“So what it’s gonna be Mercedes? You wanna waste your time with a boy or do you want it done right?” His rouse, dark and heavy.

Mercedes' dark eyes lit with fire as she flashed them at him over her shoulder, “Are you offering?”

“I’m on the hunt for tonight.” He pressed in giving her a taste of the erection that needed to be fed against the cheeks of her ass.

Mercedes’ breathe deepened and she sucked at the air to regain her breath. It had been too long since she’d had Trenton’s interest. She certainly wasn’t going to blow it this time.

His hands smoothed over the fabric of her tight fitted skirt that covered her ass, down to the bear thighs and back up to cup the firm round cheeks. His cock throbbed against the confinements of his jeans, recalling how he used to spank this one to a bright red. “So many clothes Mercedes, you know I hate too much clothing between me and what I plan to have. What do you have on underneath?”

“A chained thong.”

“
Mmmm
—nice. Come out on the dance floor. I want to watch you dance in front of me.”

“
Mmmm
—you really are in mood tonight aren’t you?” She teased him, but when she saw the annoyance flash in his eyes she was quickly regretting it.

“Don’t play tonight Mercedes. I am not in any mood to tolerate that.” It was a warning and it would be the only warning he’d give her.

Mercedes at one time had a good thing going with Trenton. He had a fire to match her own and a control that demanded her submission, something few men could actually force from her and damn she loved what he could do with his cock and a cane.

She had it made in the shade as his Sub. That is until she found out about his desires to find a slave for his home. And after weighting out the pros and cons she decided the title should be hers. He had plenty of money to satisfy her spoils. Of course she knew men that were far wealthier than him, but they didn’t come close to Trenton’s good looks or his talent in bed—that and his title as Dominus had just been raised. What more could a good little submissive girl want. But when Trenton turned her down, she felt jilted and she was too quick to retaliate. She challenged his authority at every turn, and she had sealed her fate out the door when she showed up at one of his brother’s parties with Sergio and Adam. While it was well known they were gay they were also known to take on a shared female partner for
switch
games from time to time.

If there was one thing Trenton never tolerated it was a Sub who dared to play the Dom… not even for a moment and he’d never come anywhere near her since.  

Trenton led her out across the floor toward the column near his booth and leaned back against it pulling Mercedes around in front of him and let her go allowing her the freedom to move to the beat of the house techno music.

She was quickly swaying in front of him seductively, but not too fast she knew what he liked and he reached out to cup her ass in his hands then pushed her skirt up over hips to watch her bare flesh gyrate and turn for his own entertainment.

Trenton watched the round curves sway in front of him, but his mind was quickly wandering, to a small mouse peeking out from underneath a pile of pillows. Pulling her out from the bed and setting her up in the bathroom where she let him pamper her his way, while she pouted. He closed his eyes and dreamed up her lips, pink and full—what they would feel like on his own.

Watching her trying to pleasure herself in the bath tub. How beautiful and tormented she looked. What he would have given to go down on her just then and lick her desperation from between her thighs.

He felt Mercedes back into him and the contact jolted him from his own fantasy. His gaze opening to find her backed against him, her eyes glancing over her shoulder, but directed down just enough not to prompt him. He looked over her ass—it was too perfect. He decided it needed some blush. He raised his hand and brought it down hard against one cheek, smacking her with the full size of his hand and he heard the clutch in her throat.

“I hope I get a kiss for that?”

“You’ll get whatever I think you deserve Sub.” He was strict giving no hint of his plans for her or what rewards he’d allow her to have. And he landed his hand on that tight ass once more.

She turned drawing closer hoping to gentle him some. He seemed so tense. “I’ve missed you so much Trenton.” She leaned in. She could smell him and her mouth remembered his taste. He was everything a man was supposed to be. And she ached for his touch once again. “What is it you want tonight Dominus?”

“I want to be fucked.” He growled. There were no mincing words, he never held back his needs.

“Then what are you waiting for? Why are we leaning against the post?” She pulled out a condom wrapper and passed it to him. And with that Trenton had her by the arms and was forcefully steering her towards his booth. The brute strength of his fingers wrapped tightly around her arm had her burning for him, growing wet for more of his brutal touch. Yes, Trenton would finally be hers again.

Trenton didn’t bother locking the glass doors to his booth; he barely made the effort to grab the remote and darken the tint on the glass before leading Mercedes over to the pillow top chairs and pushed her down over its back. His feet kicking hers apart as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out.

“Get ready Mercedes… I’m in no mood for gentle.” He warned her as he rolled the condom on, jerked her thong strap free, pressed the thick tip of his cock against her wet pussy and pushed in. He bent over her and shoved again, sinking all the way till his belly was slapping on her ass. He backed out gripping her hip in one hand while his other tangled into her hair forcing her head back and he slammed into her again one deep forceful stroke. He picked up the rhythm, in and out he plunged inside her cunt like a jack hammer and just as he said, he was not kind or gentle. He wanted hard fucking and hard fucking was what he delivered.

Mercedes was in pure ecstasy feeling his thick cock slam into her very depths, stretching her to take him. His demanding raunchy sex… that was what she liked. None of the romance, or soft silks, she liked leather, she liked it hard and naughty. She craved getting fucked in alleyways or against a tree in the park. She liked steel, especially Trenton’s steel. Damn he felt good. She had always loved his cock, loved how he could fuck like a bull. She pushed back to meet him, doubling the force of his impact and she moaned out load for him.

“Oh yes Trenton—fuck me. Fuck me harder.” She cried out.

Trenton gritted his teeth; he didn’t want to hear her calling his name he had only wanted to get some physical release. He slammed into her again driving into her. He pushed her head down, pushed at her shoulders till she was completely submitted over into the chair, her ass pointed up at him as he sank his cock in her over and over, gritted his teeth against the pressure she allowed him to deliver.

“Yes. That’s it, fuck me hard. Make me yours again Dominus.”

“Dammit Mercedes keep your mouth shut while I fuck you.” He cursed, his hands gripping at her hips holding her as he pumped harder and faster into her. Damned he was close, but he'd have to pull out soon, he wouldn’t put it past her to prick the condom, looking to get knock up these days by any man with enough money to satisfy her lust for spending. He eased back some and leaned over her, “What’s in your purse Mercedes? What kind of gear you got with you tonight?”

“Sorry Dominus I’m not well equipped tonight.”

“
Mmmm
— too bad. I’d fuck your ass if you had been packing some gel.”

“My pussy still hungers for more of you.”

“But I don’t.” And with that Trenton didn’t just stop he pulled out and she moaned at the loss of him. Trenton stepped back looking at her enjoying her humbling position there bent over the back of the chair. He recalled a time when seeing her completely submitted turned him on something fierce. But tonight she had been nothing more than a means of release. A way to escape what he really wanted, but it wasn’t working. He still wanted Katianna, wanted her even more.  He went to the small vanity sink in the corner, trashed the condom and began to wash himself then pulled his jeans back over his hips and restored the boxer briefs back up, though it did little to hide his still tormented erection.

“Come here and I’ll wash you.” He commanded her. Dark and tight.

“Wash?” She straightened, looking at him, “What no pampering?” She sassed. She really didn’t give a shit about the pampering, but she knew he did. He always tended to his Subs after they had pleased him. It bored her, especially now. She still wanted to be fucked… not washed.

“Come here or you’ll spend the rest of the night with glazed thighs.” His voice tightening against her even further. He spared her with one last warning.

Mercedes came around and stood next to him. She leaned back against the bench seat spreading her thighs to receive his touch, but he gave exactly what he offered, a wash. No tender caresses of his hands—he didn’t kiss her while his hands pampered her sensitive flesh. There was no teasing that he planned to just dirty her up all over again when he was finished. He did nothing more than tend to her hygiene, snapped her thong back into place and pulled her skirt back down over her hips.

Damn she remembered a time when he would clean her up with his tongue; he wasn’t a man afraid of his own essence.

Mercedes only glared at him when she realized he was not going to finish.

He smirked at her, “Did you think you deserved more from me tonight?”

“I would have expected more from the Dominus.” She dared to quibble with him and she knew even with that she was treading on shaky ground.

“Do you?” His response thick and heavy with arrogant superiority. His nostrils flared as did the red in his eyes. She tempted him in the wrong direction she should have known not to test him—that he even considered using her for his release was a behavior he would not consider lightly unless his frustration was raging from something he perhaps could not have. She should have turned soft under his prowess and perhaps then he would have given her far more than a bend over fucking in his booth.

“Get on your knees then and serve my cock.” He commanded her pointing to the floor in front of him, “Serve the Dominus and perhaps he’ll reward you.” But he didn’t wait on her instead he closed in on her so fast it took her breath away, his strong arm snaking around her waist and constricted her tight against his chest. He spun her around and slammed her against the wall, his free hand moved roughly up over her hips, up her ribs cage to her breast and squeezed it painfully in his grip, his finger tips finding the hard tip under her brazier and pinched it. Then moved up to fist in her hair behind her head and lock her in his grip holding her just inches from his lips, teasing her with his warm breath spilling over her shoulders and chest. She dared to meet his eyes, she felt the sting in her scalp as he gripped her hair tightly and the prickly sensation sent fiery flames licking inside her cunt. She hiked up a leg to sweep over his hips and pushed for him. She wanted to feel his cock again, wanted what she knew he could give and give and give again.

“Your ruined Mercedes, even before you let those two convince you to play switch with them you’ve always been ruined. It’s not lust that burns on you—its greed.” He let her go and firmly pushed her from him. “Find someone else to put out your fires tonight Mercedes.”

Mercedes shot a glaring look, “How dare you? And what about your fires?
Huh
Trenton? That cock still looks like a raging dragon to me. Where’s the girl who failed to tame him,
huh
?”

But her insults only glanced off him. So cool and under control. It infuriated her how he could always remain so calm. Even after he had called it off between them over a year ago she had tried many times to get his heat and anger ignited, tempted his jealousy only to frustrate herself in the end. This was why he was Dominus.

Trenton dropped down into the moon shaped sofa in his booth, stretching an arm out across the back and barely looked at her as if he could see right through her, “Good night Mercedes.” He was soft now. He wouldn’t even let her have his heat in that.

Trenton relaxed back reaching into his still unzipped jeans slipped his fingers around the iron hard shaft and stroked at it lightly as he idly watched her. That damnable look he gave her like—
Hey I got mine now run along and see if you can find yours.

He watched with detachment as she cursed and steamed out of his booth. He should have known better to think he could get some release out of her. She was all fire and always trying to get him fired up. To what gain he had never figured that one out. It had never served any woman to rage or argue with him. There was a reason why he was a Leos, too much pride to give into a woman’s ranting. Now pouting—that was another story and he was a sucker for it every time. Especially the little one he left at the hotel.