Free Becoming His Slave by Talon P. S., Ayla Stephan

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