TAKING OVER TROFIM (Dominion of Brothers series Book 4) (43 page)

He spotted a familiar face and decided it was time for some fresh energy around him before he decided to blow off some steam by beating his brother up anyway. “Maxum! Glad to see you made it.” He held out a hand and they shook, then Diesel exchanged hands for Darko’s, “Darko, you keeping him in line tonight?”

Darko gave him a wicked grin. Fool was in cock heaven with his new boyfriend. Diesel tried to show he was happy for them, but by the same token turned bittersweet inside, that only a deep breath could will the shields up against the absence of another he was feeling more so this weekend than before.

“You know,” Maxum leaned in, “I didn’t expect to recognize as many faces here as I do.”

“Just remember, don’t touch. Some take a hard offense to it.” Diesel advised him and Maxum nodded.

“Don’t worry I’m his copilot to make sure he doesn’t make too grievous of a mistake with anyone pertaining to the etiquette of their Lifestyle.” Darko said, but then he glanced around then looked at Diesel with a questioning look like he was wanting to know where Diesel had stashed away a conspicuously absent face along with the body often described as that of a fallen angel’s.

“Something came up that required him to stay down at the resort.”

“Dude, then why are you here?” Suddenly, Darko’s attention was reeling around when he realized his task had gone unchecked when he heard Maxum speak a familiar name.

“Amelia Quinneth. Fancy running into you here. This is the last— place— I expected—” the heat coming from the reposed stare of the man behind her, was meant as a warning to Maxum.  Apparently, he had made an offense by touching someone who ought not have been touched. Maxum instantly let go of her hands and tossed his own hands down to his sides, and taking a step back. “I’m sorry— I-uh—”

“Oh—” Amelia’s eyes lit up like wicked fires of lust and followed up the smile, though quickly tamped down for
His
sake, Maxum was certain, but that didn’t stop the heat from rising in his cheeks. He’d known Amelia for many years, she was both someone he invested in as well as competed with. Finding her here as a— well— it was not among the surprises he’d prepared himself for.

Amelia leaned in, the giggle coming up as she spoke, “Don’t worry, Mr. St. Laurents, I’ll calm him down in a bit.” She glanced over her shoulder to Rashawn Matisse, who was settling back into his refined position of control, but his eyes were bearing down on her with a warning. She rolled her lips to hide the growing smile then turned back to Maxum and reached out, clutching his arm just under the shoulders, “But, I do think I am going to risk earning a spanking just so I can kiss those blushing cheeks of yours. They are just too scrumptious to turn down.” And having said it, she did just that. Like a queen, leaving burgundy lip prints as she did.

Her grace and elegance not marred in the slightest as she retreated to the man who watched her like a hawk that was somehow predatorily enamored with her.

Diesel’s idea of fresh air wasn’t panning out as he’d planned.
All these damned, love sick, and possessive looks for partners was about to drive him crazy.

Diesel glanced at Rashawn seeing the planning in his eyes, at least his were entertaining. Diesel glanced at the sultry heiress earning a full evening of disciplines right before his eyes. He leaned toward her and risked speaking to her, “I’m looking forward to watching you get put over his knee at dinner time.”

The mild alarm that flared in her eyes was one he’d not forget for some time. And yes,
that sudden pouty drop in her jaw was well worth breaking protocol
. “My apologies for my rudeness, Head-Master Rashawn.”

Rashawn smiled at him to show he’d rather enjoyed it himself. “Apology accepted.” He kept to his candor.

Diesel almost laughed, but he just didn’t have it in him. Even with seeing Amelia blossom, or to see Darko and Maxum matching so well together. It made his chest feel tight. Then— out of nowhere he felt a small hand slip into his. He glanced down finding Trenton’s Unicorn standing at his side, smiling up at him. “You are always here at the perfect time, do you know that?”

“No. That was you who came and said just the right thing at the right time when I had wandered off. I haven’t left yours or Trenton’s sides ever since.”

She was right. She never had. But there was no way he was going to let that reality check darken his mood further. Her presence was a good thing.

She was beautiful tonight. Trenton had had a cage style dress made from black mesh straps designed for her which covered little more than a wire bird cage would. One strap broader than the others laid across her breasts, while the rest crisscrossed vertically and horizontally around her petite body, trimmed with black rhinestones. An added touch of black tear drops fell around her legs from clear, almost invisible monofilament lines. And heels held to her feet by only two straps, one over dainty toes and the other around her ankles; as exotic as she looked, nothing ever could dispel his attention from her eyes. Like snow under the moon peeking out from a thick tussle of brown wavy hair that no matter what, always looked wind-blown or just the well-fucked, bed-head look. That time Diesel did laugh a bit, because it was likely the latter of the two, and knowing his brother, it was his fault her hair always looked that way. Not that Diesel would ever blame Trenton. Had she been his, he’d see to it her hair looked about the same on a steady basis as well.

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For Maxum, it was an odd spectacle to witness. An auction of humans that to an outsider would seem detrimental and go against every rule of freedom. But watching the auction on the inside take place with Trenton Leos up on the stage like a finely crafted ring leader of decadence left Maxum with the sense of being spun about with a bottomless sensation of surrealism. Not wrong, but definitely the epitome of taboo.

Even Diesel seemed to be in his element here, despite the contrast it held to his gun shop and self-defense classes.

Humans being auctioned off to be possessed and looked after by those that would want to be served in ways not on the standard job market. It seemed morally wrong, yet there was no black market fear lingering in the room like a stagnant haze of stale smoke one might have expected. Men and women perused the ballroom and hallways like any other black tie affair, plus a little leather and exoticism thrown into the alluring mix. All was perfectly legal in the same fashion he had witnessed countless auctions for a date with volunteered bachelors and bachelorettes. Maxum had known many of such auctions to bring in a hefty purse for that evening’s cause.

At dinner, he and Darko were Diesel Gentry’s guests at the main table with the remaining brothers and Darko’s older brother, Pyotr. Where egos were laid down with napkins and replaced with laughter even if the conversations rarely ventured far from sex.

“So come, let’s see them.” Diesel sent the obvious request across the table to him.

Maxum glanced along his shoulder to the man sitting next to him with a sultry bad boy look about him. It was going to be hell getting them home without making a stop or two along the way. Maybe he’d check with the concierge to see, if by some miraculous act of god, a room had become available here at the event that Maxum could book.

Maxum placed his hand on the table next to his fiancé’s hand, putting the engagement ring on display. The platinum band glimmered under the chandeliers with a rainbow of gem stones set in the band.

Darko reached over and added his right hand to the pile. His finger donning an un-similar band of Tungsten steel and in place of stones, Darko’s ring was embedded with a band of rainbow colored fiber optics inside it.

“But they don’t match.” Katianna leaned forward as much as Trenton allowed to get a closer look.

“Be glad you didn’t see the fight we had over that little indifference.”

“But why?”

“I did buy matching bands, but after Darko’s first day to work, after our trip to Germany, he came home fuming. That’s when the fight started.”

“I don’t get it.” She looked at them both and Maxum laughed, waiting for his stubborn mate to explain himself. And he gave Darko a tap of his foot under the table to nudge him to do so.

“My hands are in grease all day and it got into the stones, which pissed me off. It was ruined in one day. When he suggested I take it off, I punched him.” Darko didn’t hold back. Not particularly the camp fire story Maxum had intended to entertain their friends with, but the flabbergasted laughs weren’t restrained in the least.

“You punched him?” Katianna asked in amazement.

“Don’t worry, his bark is worse than his bite, but the make-up sex was mind blowing. After that, I got him a ring he could wear even during work that wouldn’t get ruined.”

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The unvoiced
awwws
were almost as prevalent as the snickering. And Diesel found himself mirroring his brother and looking down at their mouse. Trenton glanced up at him and Diesel could see the over protective worry in his eyes. Diesel tore his own away, refusing to let him see inside him any further tonight. Enough was enough.

“So how come we don’t have Paris here? He is after all the event manager for the fetish season. Doesn’t that require him to come up for the auction selection?” Maxum who was part owner of the island resort asked before Darko could caution him on it.

Diesel found himself tapping on the table. A variety of excuses and arguments paraded through his brain. Each of them provided from Paris’ point of view, and that led to his being excused from this evening’s obligations from the board. But Diesel knew the real reason, at least in part, Paris didn’t want to see
him
.

There was just one problem with that—

Diesel wasn’t done with Paris.

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BONUS READ II

Caramel, Cuddling & Intimate Confessions at Sunset
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By request from many reader fans, we devised an interview with a few of your favorite characters with a fun roleplay approach. So follow along where our special guest isn’t the author, but the Characters we’ve fallen head over heels for.

Please join us for our premier interview with one of Author Talon ps’ very own creations, from the series:

Dominion of Brothers, Dr. Pyotr Laszkovi

Prin>
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curls up in a comfy chairs, then blushes as the handsome man waits patiently
**  Welcome and thanks for joining us.

Pyotr>
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smiles
**  The pleasure is mine.

Prin
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Ohhh you have no idea—

Pyotr>
  Well, perhaps I do. **
chuckles
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Prin
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Now before we begin, I just want to touch over your origins with our Readers. Your name is Pyotr Laszkovi, born in Čačak, Republic of Serbia. Forty-six years old, standing at a smexy 6’5” with dark wavy brown hair and crystal blue eyes. You bear the title of being a Master of Doms and you are a psychologist that specializes in sexual problems as well as volunteer at the VA for post war syndrome. In short, you are too drool worthy.
**he chuckles with a prowling glance of those eyes I’d just mentioned**
  Now, you made your first cameo appearance in book one of the Dominion of Brothers: Becoming His Slave.

Pyotr>
Yes, I was rather dashing in that one, wasn’t I? **
his eyes gleaming with an expression between sultry and laughing
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Prin
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To say the least, and yet for such a small appearance, you really did capture the readers. What do you think was the importance about your role in Becoming His Slave?

Pyotr>
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crosses legs, letting his ankle rest on a knee while relaxing back in the comfy chair
**   I Believe it was vital for readers to understand the role of the Dominus within the community and that it was not some self-appointed title. It was a rather integral part of the story-building for the readers to understand that such arrangements and decisions had been awarded as well as supported by someone else in the community with considerable understanding of both the positive stimulation and the negative stigma, if control was absent. Bdsm is a wonderful existence of body and mind, but it is also has dark corners that can get infested with predators. New York especially.

Prin>
  Now, what made you decide to look for someone or support someone to be a ‘Central Leader’ in the BDSM community?

Pyotr>
  I have such a fondness for sexual freedom. Yet, in main stream society, especially here in the US, sex in of itself is taboo. We don’t raise our children up to understand it or embrace it, but rather we condemn the connection and hide our desires. Our sexual inadequacies are a product of our own stunted development, which by the time we are adults we are either suppressed that we are afraid of pleasure or out of control and drunk with the discovery of it. I see this every day in my practice, helping those who have sexual dis–ease. Within the Bdsm community, it made perfect sense to have someone people could go to, to be introduced into a world of self-exploring and paramount’s of pleasure and kink within a safe environment.