Becoming His Slave (98 page)

She was still caught in her orgasm. He shifted her legs to wrap around his waist and he reached to lift her to him wanted to feel her shivers against his chest.

A sudden panic in her, “No—Trenton I’m falling!” She cried out her eyes clamped shut.

He coiled her in his arms “Shhh no—I got you. I got you.” He whispered, kissing her forehead—her head—her temple. Damn he loved her. This woman who was totally his now.

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After finally getting some free time at night for her writing, Katianna had snuck back to bed earlier than usual this time. Slipping gently under the sheets so not to wake him—at least not yet. Easing over him as he slept on his back she began to kiss her way down his chest, light airy caresses of her tongue, intended to mesh with his dreams and keep him there. Keeping her weight propped up on an elbow, her free hand tickled over his skin with faint glances of her fingertips, then flattened out to palm over the soft shaft of his cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

At her first touch it jerked and began to swell. She wished she could see under the dark covers. Marvel at its size as it stirred awake for her. She pulled the elastic ban out to allow the growing shaft to move on its own accord and she leaned in to lick over the tip that peeked out. Trenton stirred his hand suddenly coming around to stroke himself. He let out a mumbled groan then settled back into deep sleep.

Kat knew if she went too slow he’d likely roll over and wake when he rolled on top of her— she leaned in once more kissing the tip with a gentle suckling. Her tongue lapping out to circle around the gland getting the first clean taste of his skin. Curling under the flanged skirt and back up to roll over his piercings playfully. She heard him groan in his sleep again and quickly sucked his cock to the back of her mouth sweeping her tongue flat over the shaft as she took all of him in.

She heard the gasp and sensed his hand coming and she quickly withdrew, not wanting his hand to catch her in the act. That too would likely stir him awake and it was too fun doing it this way—
being sneaky
.

His hand stroked at the built erection—slow sleepy strokes. His breath deepening with each and he let out a pleasant dreamy hum. And when his hand fell away, her mouth resumed her play.

She sucked the full length of his shaft into her mouth once again, her tongue taking in every alluring flavor that was purely his. Feeling the pulsing need building between her legs, wanting him deep inside her. She moved up, lifting the covers with her and straddled over his hips grinding her already wet cunt against him, grinding her hooded pearl against the silky hard ridge of his cock.

Trenton hands suddenly jerked up snatching her by the arms just under the shoulders and practically lifted her off of him, “What’s this? A naughty mouse trying to steal my cock while I sleep?”

Kat rolled her lips in a tight expression that ended in wicked chewing, trying not to let the devilish grin surface. He slowly lowered her back down setting her just below his cock onto his thighs and one hand started to stroke his hard shaft, slow sensual movements of his fingers and wrist, sliding up to the tip and back down. “Is this what you were looking for?” His free hand reached out clicking the bed lamp on, lighting up the room with a muted amber glow, so she could watch his hand as he stroked himself.

She leaned forward, dropping to one hand and her hips rocked up to press against his hand and the engorged shaft he was holding.

“
Ah-ah
—sit back and don’t move.” He gave her a tight command. One that warned of reprimanding if she didn’t obey. “You can watch.”

And watch she did, but her mind raced a thousand words in a heated stream of description of what she would rather have him do. Each time the broad fingers slid to his base, the purple gland stood up with a fresh droplet of clear pre-cum. And then he slid over it using the silky lubricant to encapsulate the head with his fist. A few short probing pumps around the head then his fingers would slide all the way back down again.
Oh god
she wanted to do that for him, feel the pulsing of its veins as it built up readying for its orgasm. She also wanted it deep inside her, feel it filling her till it hit the back of her cervix. She felt the muscles in her theca clench as if he was already there, but still she did not take her eyes of what his hand did for himself. Memorizing every detail right down to the facial expression
that went with each movement so that when she got her chance, she could do so just as pleasurably.

His hand quickened in its pace, stroking faster and harder. His wrist rocking over the tip of his cock each time then back down. He was getting close, “Don’t move.” He reminded her. She didn’t want to stay still, but did as she was told watching. His breathing breaking up into shattered pants, even the pitch bent up and she loved how it sounded. So alluring, she could feel the heat pass right through her like little throbs of need building up in a wave of anticipation. Her ears and heart glued to the pitch of his panting as he drew closer and closer to release. She never knew a man could sound as sexy as he did just seconds from coming.

Her thighs tightened around him, she couldn’t stop her own body’s reaction as she rocked up against him, his grip on her hips tightening keeping her still.

His head kicked back into the pillow and within seconds, thick ribbons of ejaculate roped over his abdomen and chest in stark contrast of white on deeply tanned skin. He let out a deep groan that rattled in his chest as he shuddered, lost in an orgasmic thrall.

Kat reached down sweeping a finger into the frothy spunk, but like lightning Trenton caught her by the wrist, instantaneously alerted from his euphoric haze. “Bad Kat.”

That time the Cheshire cat grin got away, because she was certain he had all kinds of naughty things he wanted to do to her. But what she hoped for didn’t happen as he reached for one of the hand towels they kept next to the bed and wiped himself off, still holding her wrist and forcing her to watch as he wiped away the evidence of his released prize. Letting the towel drop to the floor he turned the bed lamp off then rolled to his side taking her with him. His arms coiling around her pinning her in his embrace and snuggled down with every intention of going back to sleep.

“Trenton what are you doing?”

“Going to back to sleep for another hour before I have to get up for work.” His eyes never opening as he answered her.

“But what about?”

“You?” He cut in, his eyes still closed. “As of now you are on restrictions.”

“Restrictions? What kind of restrictions?” She twisted, a growing alarm heating her face. She didn’t realize she was going to get into trouble for any of this.

“No release for you for the next week.”

“What?!” She twisted further in his arms to glare at him. He wouldn’t dare—
would he?

“Make it two.”

“Trenton! No.”

“Shall it be three?” One eye crept open daring her to keep it up.

Katianna clammed up, biting her tongue to complete the effort and it all turned into a deep scowl on her face.

“Steeling is not allowed in this house, you’ll get use to it.”

“AH!” She gaped.

“Last warning.”

Again she clamped her lips tight, and kept silent, watching him drift back to sleep. Scowling at the damnable smug smile on his face, the true arrogance of a master. The only real thing stopping her from putting on the water works was she was a closet masturbator, meaning she knew several ways to cheat out small releases with little effort and likely without him finding out.

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Going two weeks without an orgasm was bad enough, making it all the worse was Trenton delighting in teasing her. Bringing her to the very edge, always withholding the final tipping that would send her into her release. Even today he started their morning off teasing her and continued to do so throughout the day. And she still had three more days to go before the tight sanctions would be lifted.
Oooo
—she hated men with such cavalier control.

It was only to some unique chance of luck, Trenton got stuck with having to sit in on a conference call when she had an appointment for laser hair removal and planned to run a few errands afterwards.

One of Trenton’s men, Payton ended up driving her and he didn’t know anything about her restrictions, nor did he try to hover over her as she grabbed a few things at the drug store. She’d even gone as far as grab a box of Tampons and just as she suspected Payton diverted his eyes, so he never noticed when she also happened to buy a pocket vibe.

As soon as Kat got back, she shot passed Trenton’s office door and slipped into the bathroom. After fighting with the packaging some, she finally got her new play thing free. Her body already tingling with anticipation. It would be a cheap thrill compared to Trenton’s touch but she’d take what she could get right now, She’d just pulled the battery guard tab when—

“What are you doing?”

Katianna spun on her heals, her hands thrusting behind her back with the small finger vibe hidden in her clutches. “Nothing.” But she knew her startled expression was a dead giveaway.

He took a step closer, “What do you have behind your back?”

“Nothing.” Surprise giving way to concern. She knew right away she wasn’t going to get out of this.

“Let me see.” He took another step closer and held his hand out.

“No.” She twisted to keep him from reaching for it.

His gaze tightened, but she could make out that tell tale smile. The lion did love toying with his mouse. “You want a spanking?” He warned her.

Katianna’s hand flew out instantly with the small item clutched in her fingers, but she didn't completely reveal what she had and as he peeled her fingers open her face flushed red with embarrassment.

He took the small vibrator from her and held it up in front of her “And just what were you planning to do with this?” his voice dropping an octave or two and that just added to the elixir that got her juices going every time.

She shook her head, trying to fight back the tremble in her lip.

Trenton dropped the item in his pocket and took the last step between them till he stood over her, his body shadowing her. Katianna went to step back, but only found the wall. She didn’t remember the wall being there. Her head fell back as she looked up at Trenton; his tight gaze told her she was in definite trouble.

“Do you recall when we were in Paris and we went to visit my friend Fambleush?”

Kat nodded quietly.

“Do you recall what Donát’s punishment was for finding her own orgasm without permission?”

Katianna’s eyes widen, her jaw dropped open in fearful surprise that he would even suggest that she went two more weeks without being allowed to cum. “No Trenton.” 

Trenton’s expression shifted, to what? She wasn’t certain, but it couldn’t be good, “No? You don’t recall? Or did you just tell me
no
, that the punishment is not acceptable?”

Katianna clamped her mouth closed and shook her head with a fretful jerk.

“Put your hands behind your back.” And as she did, he guided her hands till she was holding her elbows in each hand and he pressed her back against the wall to keep them there. His hands moving down to her hips and started to gather her skirt up to expose…

“Why are you wearing panties?”

Katianna’s fretting was quickly doing double time, “I put them on when I went to the doctors—” she shook her heads nervously, “I forgot to—” but her plea was silenced when he pressed his finger to her lips.

“Perhaps I should spank you with a paddle this time instead?”

Oh god
—
she really was in trouble.

Trenton grinned he loved how she came apart for him. How she had suffered through the past two weeks looking for ways to get a little something to end her torment. The jets in the pool were a sneaky one he’d just managed to catch her before she got her orgasm. It was
too
sneaky of her to think she could get away with purchasing the little pocket toy and escape the building need. Something he’d have to keep an eye on, but made for a surprising game. Something he had not expected from her, but look at her now—how sweet she looked shivering with fear and pent up need..

He yanked the panties down around her thighs then slipped his fingers between them to tease around her entrance, relishing the instant whimper he got from her.

“You’re so wet right now—I think twenty should do it.”

“Twenty?” She stammered, while her hips eased forward on his hand, begging for his touch. “That’s not fair, Trenton.” She whimpered further.

“Then which shall it be, you disobeyed me. Will it be two more weeks without orgasm or twenty spankings?”

Katianna knew she was painted into the corner. The lusty lion standing before her with his eyes all lit up when the notion he was finally going to hear her
ask
for a spanking. She could never utter the words, but two more weeks of torture, not being allowed to cum? And as the fire in his eyes brightened she knew the torture was just about to begin and she felt his fingers slip inside her.

His fingers stroked up against the entry walls of her theca reaching deep inside her then slipped out to circle around her clit soaking it with the drenching silk and back in.

Katianna’s hip jerked on his hand, her knees growing weak under his touch.

“Stay still.” He warned, but she couldn’t prevent the clamping of her internal muscles as her need hugged around his fingers pushing into deeper regions and touched her most sensitive spots. His fingers prodded her walls with each quickening stroke and she could feel her release coming for her.

Trenton pumped his fingers in her, deep forceful strokes taking her to the very edge then abandon her at just the last second.

Katianna felt the complete withdrawal and she forced her eyes to open. She was ready to beg when she stilled just to watch him bring his fingers to his lips and he licked at them. God did he have any idea how that one act drove her crazy. That he should lick at her moisture as if he’d dipped his fingers in the cake batter and the expression that followed like he wanted nothing more than to eat her.