Dalton (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (2 page)

Whitt’
s nuzzling Kristal’s throat and undressing her. He keeps dirty talking and it confuses me. I reach out to touch her back and my hand freezes in mid-air. I can’t do it. I don’t think I can do it ever again. My skin tries to crawl off my body.

Whitt smiles at me over her shoulder and pulls the last piece of clothing off her small body. He grips her ass and pointedly looks at me. He mouths
yours
and laughs infectiously. I smile before I can stop myself.

“
Such
an eager
,
little pussy,” Whitt moans as he rubs his finger
s
between her legs.
I shyly glance to the floor.
The firm grip surrounds my wrist and places my hand on her ass. I rest my palm on the swell of her behind as I tunnel into his eyes. Kristal rearing back into my hand breaks the connection.

I rub the compact swell of her ass and close my eyes. I can hear her whimpers, but I block them out. Whitt keeps making a sound from deep in his chest, I focus on that. My face goes slack as I picture silky, blonde hair and drowning pools of blue seas.

I moan softly when a hand rubs a circle on the center of my chest. I can tell it’s the hand I
crave
. I keep the image burned into my mind as my hands grip and
then
release her ass cheeks- tenderizing. I part the globes and my forefinger skims until I find the tight ring of muscle barring my entr
ance. It needs moisture or it’
ll hurt. The thought of her pussy juice has my semi-hard cock limp in half a second.
I refuse to spit on her-
that is just gross. I start to panic.
Something hot, thick, and silky drizzles down my finger. My eyes flash open at the sensation. Whitt’s eyes catch mine and he smiles. I watch as he rubs
the
liquid around for me. His finger slides easily into her hungry anus. He pulls out and pushes my finger inside her. She moans loudly at the invasion.

“Rub this on your cock.” One hand latches onto my wrist and the other smears more of the fluid on
to
my palm.
I look at him in confusion. Who the hell carries around a bottle of lubricant? He must have a lot of impromptu
sex. One side of his lips lifts
revealing a devastating dimple.

“If you’re slippery under the condom it feels like you’re riding bare. Just make sure the condom doesn’t slip off.” He says in explanation.

I don’t want to rub my cock. I
t no longer hardens under my
touch. Lately I’m lucky to be firm enough to get it in. I’m big enough that they don’t notice. I ride them until they climax and then I fake it. It’s been at least a year since I came to my own hand.
Almost three since I came with someone else
that wasn’t my duty
. That’s just fucking pathetic an
d depressing.
My thoughts don’
t help the situation as I push my slippery hand down the front of my jeans and knead my dick. I sing sweet nothings to it hoping to c
oax some blood into my limp shaft
.

“Look at me,” Whitt co
mmands.
My eyes obey. Kristal’
s wrapped around him mewing like a cat in heat. His head is resting on her shoulder patiently watching me. Whitt’s hand is rapidly moving betwe
en her legs. He’
s fully dressed
except for the flesh that hangs between his thighs and the length pressed between the lovers. I blink my gaze away from down there.

“Rub your cock along her ass. It will feel good.” He coaxes me.
I close my eyes and shore up my reserves. How the fuck does he know
I have a problem with this? He’
s too observant for comfort.

I get as close as possible to her behind so that my limp cock is shielded from view.
“I have to put a condom on first,” I reason with Whitt.
“You’re safe to rub as I said. When you’re ready you can put the condom on. Do it,” he commands.
I close my eyes and rub against her. It does nothing for me. I make a frustrated noise in the back of my throat.
“Isn’t that slippery and silky smooth,”
he says about the lubricant I’
m rubbing
around in.
“Yes,” I agree. It’
s quite nice
,
actually.
“I’ve been using it since my first hard-on.” He smirks at me. His eyes seek mine and hold. “It’s my pre-cum,” he says under his breath.

Lighting strikes me and I go rock hard in an instant. I haven’t had a real erection in so fucking long. And it’s debatable if I’ve ever been this hard. I stop swirling my cock head in the stuff and stare o
pen-
mouthed at him. Surely he’s lying.

Instead of saying
just kidding
as I thought the prankster would
,
he demonstrates instead. I watch as his hand disappears between him and Kristal. His arm pumps a few times. He pulls his hand away and presents me his palm. The cup of his hand is filled with glistening liquid. I lick my lips and stare in awe. My dick starts to throb and makes its own contribution to the moisture slicking Kristal’s ass.

“
Now
you’re ready for the condom.” He says as he raises a brow towards my engorged dick.

“I thought you’d enjoy that more than this,” he pulls his hand from between Kristal’s thighs and sucks the moisture off his fingers. I stare enraptured
as his mouth works his digits
.

“Condom- now!”
He commands.

I hurriedly oblige
by
rolling the latex down easily for the first time in a
long
while. 

“On the count of three,” he says softly.
I shake my head in assent.
“
One…Two… Three…” I thrust into her to the hilt. I nearly cum
when I feel Whitt fight for space inside
of
her
and he presses
against the shared membrane separating us.

Neither
of us
moves for a few moments as Kristal writhes between us whimpering in pleasure. I can feel the beat of his cock as he struggles not to climax. I beg my cock not to release yet. It goes against my needs, but I want to experience this for some
strange
reason.

Whitt stares at me over Kri
stal’s shoulder. I feel like he’
s looking inside my soul
and sees what I’
ve painstakingly hidden. I don’t know how, but he knows two of my secrets that I’ve managed to keep hidden here at Restraint for nearly three years.

One: I’m a switch. He’s demonstrated that knowledge by yanking my leash and reveling in my submission. Two: I’m not straight, not even a little bit bisexual. I
one hundred percent crave men. He knew to give me this end of Kristal. And the trick with the semen was such a fucking tease. I don’t know how he knows this shit
about me or how he knows that I’m
struggling daily with the difficulty maintaining my straight image. The struggle gets worse every day, more so than the last. I just pray he doesn’t know the rest of my secrets.
That last thought kills my erections. I deflate in
less
than
a
second and depression envelopes
me. Masculine hands grip my hips and pull. My eyes snap back up. He gives me a calm face. He tries to project that he understands and will help. W
hy the fuck would he
help
me? I’
m the assho
le of Restraint- the pariah. I’
m the weakest link. My alter ego is I tell myself.
Font, you are not this asshole!
 

His hands slide farther back and squeeze
my ass
. My eyes drift shut at the sensation of hands on me- hands I welcome. He starts thrusting in
to
her. I ignore her moans and focus on his sounds- sharp grunts as
he thrusts deep. I feel him moving
inside
of
her. That combined
with his hands on me has me instantly erect again.
He moans loudly when he feels me fill her fully. I join his sentiment.

I find the same rhythm he’
s riding
and in seconds I find myself hanging from the edge of release. I bark out a loud cry that echoes around the dungeon. I stun myself with the sound. He pushes and pulls me in tandem with his thrust
s
until the shock fades and I join him in movement.

Kristal moans and whimpers between us as she starts to climax. I try to ignore the sound
worrying
it will reduce my pleasure.
“Just feel, Dalton. It isn’t your preference, but she feels fucking tight and will milk
you dry. Just ride the pleasure,
”
He coaxes.
The caress of my name on his lips pulls me closer to the edge. Whitt’s blue eyes are heavy-lidded as he gazes at me. His lips pa
rt as he grunts in pleasure. I’
m captivated.

His fingers tighten on my hips and dig in
with
bruising
force
. His thrusts become erratic. Kristal screams bloody murder as she comes. Her body spasms around mine gripping me tight and bringing Whitt
that much
closer to my cock. His reaction to our contact baffles me. He comes violently. I stay my release so I can absorb his. I want to imprint it into memory and hopefully I can masturbate to it if my cock will allow.
His
beautiful
face contorts in pain. He gasps raggedly. Simultaneously his deep, blue eyes snap open and snag mine and his hands grip my ass tight in his fists.
A fingertip grazes my aching balls and I gasp in shock. He smirks at me- the bastard.

I feel the pressure of his release inside Kristal and it’s my undoing. A cry deep within my chest is
painfully
expelled from my throat. It’s never ending. It feels so good it hurts. I sag when it’s over, my face less than an inch from his as we share Kristal’s shoulder. My body jerks every few seconds as aftershocks shoot light
n
ing through
out
my body.
“Trust me,” he whispers.
My reply rushes to my lips-
yes, Master
. But I’m cut off by a loud clapping.
“That’s my boy,” Devlin cheers from the seating area as he gives us a standing ovation. My cheeks flame in embarrassment. And I worry that Devlin
’s
actions will reveal our secret.
I turn my back to everyone. I yank the soiled condom from my body
and I’m
stunned by the amount of fluid inside. I shiver when I remember that Whitt contributed to some of it. I quickly tuck myself back into my pants and turn back around. Good, no one saw an inch of my body. Well, Whitt may have peeked.
I try to leave and Whitt’s strong fingers
bracelet
my arm.

“Kristal, clean Dalton up. We don’t want his cum to stain his pants.”  Whitt’s usually sweet voice is commanding.
I freak out at the prospect of Kristal’s mouth on my dick.
Whitt says trust me. What? Trust him to humiliate me in front of the entire dungeon. Why is he doing this, he knows I won’t like it.
“No- no, that’s okay,” I say frantically trying to pry Whitt’s hand off my arm. Whitt give
s
me a look that shouts
heel
and my struggle ceases- the fight bled
right
out of me.

“Clean
me
, Kristal, don’t leave a drop behind.” Whitt commands happily.

I stare at the floor and listen to the suction noises and the slurping sounds. I chance a glance when she doesn’t stop after a minut
e. Whitt is hard again and she’
s sucking him towards his second release. I suddenly feel more depressed than before for a myriad of reasons. Whitt is asserting his d
ominance and screaming that he’
s heterosexual at the same time. Yeah, I get it Pretty Boy. I know you were dominating me, not coming on to me.

His seductive groan draws my gaze. I watch as he climaxes again. He watches me the entire time
as
he comes. He smirks at me smugly.
“Kiss Dalton in thanks,” Whitt commands Kristal as soon as she sucks his cock dry.

I try to make a run for it. Everyone already thinks I’m an asshole. I don’t want to add freak to the list too. W
hitt’s gaze cuts to mine and I’
m captured. I freeze and my feet cease to move.

Kristal stalks towards me and leans up to give me a kiss. I flinch back. I never kiss females even if I fuck them. I already feel like
a whore. I
’ve
adopted their
practices. She presses her lips to mine anyway. I resist at first because her smaller mouth feels weird when
I want
strong, firm lips.
And then I taste him- so salty-sweet that I groan.
I grip the back of her head and roughly pry her mouth open with my lips and tongue. I eat at her mouth. I lick every crevice, down around her gums, and even the roof of her mouth- sucking every drop of Whitt I can taste. The pressure is instantaneous. No build up- it just explodes.