Dalton (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (29 page)

RESTAINT GRAND REOPENING

Our beloved Restraint has been closed for months. While Olivia Fontaine would love to take credit for this, she is mistaken. Restraint was closed for a revamp. When you arrive tonight you will find a brand new club, a redesigned dungeon,
and a
dozen theme rooms to feed all your needs. The upstairs now houses the Masters’ private rooms and VIP Membership room
s
that are available by reservation only. Come out and congratulate the Masters of Restraint.
~Marcus~
Devlin~
Dexter~Ezra~Cor
tez~Syn~Whitt~Queen~Dalton~Katya
~Aaron~Alex~Greta~
Niel~

~Happy 24
th
Birthday, Pretty Boy~

News Alert

Diane Zeitler is missing. If anyone knows the whereabouts please contact the Masters of Restraint.
Tall, lithe, 50
yr
old Female.
White-blonde hair, gray eyes, 110 lbs. She is the beloved wife of Marcus Zeitler, mother of Ezra Zeitler and family. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the missing Matriarch.

We deviate from our usual parting message

~Good luck storming the Castle~

Checkmate

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May dominance and submission feed your
needs.

Happy controlling and kneeling, boys and girls.

“I’d like to introduce our new security team. You all know Roarke and this is Gunner,” Marcus introduces the two men who will protect Restraint to the death.

The difference between the pair of them is laughable. Roarke is a tough, retired police officer. He was shot on the job and left to pursuit other avenues. He’s tall and stacked. His Restraint, security t-shirt strains at the seams from the force of his muscles. He has a thousand mile, cop stare that makes me freak out.

Gunner is average height, with light brown hair and blue eyes. He looks like any guy you’d see at a frat house chugging from a keg. That is until his eyes connect with yours. The seasoned Marine veteran brings the strongest to their knees.

The pair leads a team of thirty ex-cops and veterans who need an outlet after years of making a living through violence.
The large group of security scares the shit out of me and I grew up in a brothel and a casino. They make my father’s goons look like kindergarten teachers.

“Whitt, are you ready?” Marcus asks excitedly. The tension in the air is palpable.

“I’m so ready. I can’t
fucking
believe it’s the day. Marc we’ve waited for fourteen years,” Whitt’s voice shakes with unshed tears. He hops up and down as he speaks.

“Are you ready, Regina?” Marc asks the woman who’s nearly jogging in place.
“I’m beyond ready,”
Queen
growls
. “Let do this!”

“Ready?” Marcus asks the crowd.

Eighty-two people scream at the top of their lungs
R E A D Y!

“Well,” Marc drawls out. “It’s time to storm Misery Castle!”

~Jaded~

Mistress and Master of Restraint #5

Book 1 of Queen, Mistress of Restraint Omnibus edition

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~Chapter One~

“Do you want to study tonight? We could go to my house and it would give you a break from your mom.” My best friend asks me helpfully.
“I can’t. I have to go to Ade’s house tonight.” Fate gives me the usual look and rolls her eyes. She doesn’t understand how I could be friends with someone who acts like Ade does. My best friends aren’t friends at all- more like enemies. It makes it rather uncomfortable to be me. I have to split my time between the two girls.
“She’s a snooty bitch. I don’t know how you can stand her.” Fate slouches in her chair across the cafeteria table from me. She puts a grumpy look on her face and pouts. I love having two friends at
Hillbrook. Where I come from it
s enemy territory and I’
m treated like an enemy here.
“We’re studying for the Latin final. You didn’t have to take it,
so that’s the only reason I’
m studying with her instead of you. Ya know you could always study with us. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh, but I would mind.” She pulls her long, straight, dirty blonde hair into a ponytail and wraps the hair tie around it three times. She gives it a tight yank and I wince. I’m surprised she has any hair left at all by the amount of times she adjusts her hair in a day.
“What kind of freak graduates at sixteen-years-old? Worse is that you hang
out with someone two years younger than you. It’s sad really.” She lets some of her pretentiousness infuse her voice and I recoil. I love my education and my two friends, but I can only take so much of
the
I
am better than everyone else on the planet
mentality for so long. I deal with these people in short bursts and get back to my side
of the city. They may think we’
re trash, but we live in reality. They live
in their own universe and they’
re ignorant to anything that doesn’t outright affect them.

“Lay off, Fate. We’ve been through th
is for the past four years. We’
re two weeks from graduating. I think it’s a bit late to change anything. I need
to study tonight. You know I’
ll lose my scholarship if I slip with my grades. We all can’t have our daddies pay off
admissions and pay our way.” I’
m the only scholarship kid at Hillbrook and I’m treated like a leper.
Fate’s blue eyes tear up and
instantly
I’
m sorry for hurting her. It doesn’t make the insult any less true, so I won’t apologize. She didn’t have to worry about grades or scholarships or even financial aid she can’t afford. Her father bought her admission to the university of her choice and is paying her entire way. I’m not even sure I can use the scholarship I was awarded. I have to work my ass off and pray the creditors don’t take my paycheck before I get my hands on it.
“Fate, you know I love you. I love Ade, too. I can love both of you and it doesn’t change either of our friendships. There
is
more than enough of me to go around.”

“Of course there is,” A syrupy voice says above my head. Fate’s eyes narrow and fill with hatred.
“I just lost my appetite. I’ll see you in calculus. Later.” Fate abruptly leaves her seat and walks to another table filled with taunting elitists.

She begins to laugh with them
and glances my way. No doubt I’
m the brunt of some joke. If it weren’t for the fact that we have to wear uniforms I would be bullied more. My clothing comes from second-hand stores, not the pricy stores where you buy a pair of jeans worth no more than twenty bucks for a thousand dollars. The wealthy are the most wasteful people on the planet.  

“The fresh-fish-
f
reshmans are doing their orientation today. They should be here any second. I have my eyes on one of them for
a while
. It’s too bad that
I was so accelerated. I would’
ve loved to stay here a year or two with him.” She licks her thin lips salaciously and I giggle. S
he’
s all talk and
no bite- neither am
I
.
“Here they come,” I say of the thirty or so new students that will grace the halls of Hillbrook next school year. They don’t enter as I did and still do on occasion- head
s
down and shrink into
themselves
. No, these students walk with their shoulders back and their heads held high. They are the future of our country and do not get intimidated, even by the ninety kids in the cafeteria who are older and smarter. That isn’t the currency they go by- it’s green. They aren’t intimidated because most of the newbies’ families have more money and power than the ones that are seated.

A few students rise up and pull the newbies from their ranks to sit with them. Fate runs up to her little sister, Faith, and hugs her proudly. The small girl waves to me. I
wave back. Faith is a good girl.
She
hasn’t developed the attitude of her family yet. Even Fate is mild in comparison to her parents. I hope she leaves this city and finds her own way or she will fall into the trap that the rest of these kids are already ensnared in
. They’
re too blind to see that their fate has been sealed. It is too late for them to make their own way. Yes, they have money, but at what cost? It’s the cost of their true-selves and their happiness.

“Hi,” a boy with bronze skin, huge gray eyes, and black hair says to me. He pulls the charm out and I
instantly
feel annoyed by him. Charm is
fake
. What kind of kid would hit on me? I just turned eighteen-years-old. The boy is jailbait.
 

“Hi,” I say strongly back. I’
ve learned over the past four years that meekness is a weakness to these predators. No m
atter how much they think they’
re better than me it doesn’t mean they are.

“Stop leering at the lady. That’s rude,” Another boy chastises. The charmer shrinks back as if he’s been hit and I feel bad for him. The bossy kid looks similar enough to the charmer to be brothers except that he is pale where the other is dark. Their eyes and bodies are almost identical.

“Hi, I’m Ezra and this rude bastard is Cort.” He extends his perfectly manicured hand
for me to shake. I do so and I’
m shocked at how soft his hand is- softer than mine. They’ve never seen an honest day’s work in their lives. But then again, they are just kids.
“She’s Regina,” Ade says for me so that she can push her way into the
conversation. I don’t mind. I’
m not lusting after boys. I’ve
never lusted after anyone. She’
s closer to their age- she can have them.
“It’s always a pleasure, Adelaide,” the smooth voice of Ezra rolls over us. It isn’t faked like the charm of Cort. Cort may grow into the charm, but right now he looks like a kid who is poorly acting.
Cort rolls his eyes at me when Ezra speaks. Either he is making fun of the voice or Ade- I don’t know which. I smother my smile by taking a sip of my water.

Ade melts into a puddle when Ezra acknowledges her. He must be the one she has her eye on. Good choice, girlfriend. When he grows up he will be devastating. I’m sure the charmer will be too. I don’t do the rich and no one is worth my time in my neighborhood. I’m biding my time for college to find someone to date.

Ezra doesn’t shake Ade’s hand or touch her in any other way to avoid encouraging her. He just smiles at her kindly as she rambles on embarrassingly. She has a tendency to do that when she is nervous. He does, however, rest his hand on Cort’s back. The boy leans into the touch and my eyes widen. No freaking way!
The brightness in my best friend’s eyes lets me know she has a huge crush on Ezra and I don’t have the heart to tell her that she isn’t
his type. Where I come from we’
re observant or you could get mugged. Here in the land of opportunity you don’t notice anything you don’t want to see. I
’m sure deep-down she knows he’
s gay, but is in denial. Probably the rich would marry anyway- maybe that
is what she’
s hoping for. We
’
re too young to worry about that kind of thing, but many of my classmates are already betrothed. It’s not a love match; it’s a business merger.

“We should mingle some. We can’t stand here with these graduates. Sadly, these lovely ladies won’t be here with us next year.” Ezra says to Cort as he squeezes his shoulder affectionately. Both boys blaze brilliant smiles at me, flashing their pearly, bright teeth. The smile Ezra gives Ade is fond, whereas Cort’s is a bearing of teeth. I bet he doesn’t like her looking at his guy like that.  

Her thin lips stretch across her face in a huge grin. She tosses her shoulder-length blonde hair trying to bring attention to it. I’d been meaning to tell her it was time for a freshen-up on her roots, but now i
s definitely not the time. Ade’
s severely vain. I don’t want to ruin her moment. I don’t have the guts to tell her the truth. 

I watch the
boys
approach the table Fate and Faith are sitting at. Both girls give them a half a second look to see who it is and go back to chatting. They aren’t impressed. Most of these kids have grown up together since birth. It’s too much like siblings to get excited over one another.

“I’
m going to marry him someday. My father has been negotiating with his mother for me.” Her eyes glaze over with want. I don’t know if she wants Ezra as a person or just wants to know she can acquire him.