Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (17 page)

“It should be me,” Ezra chokes
out.
“Yes, it should. When I’
m through with him, he will be ready for you.”
Marcus kisses Ezra on the forehead softly and stands. He sees the fear in Katya’s eyes and strokes her cheek.
“Don’t worry, lover. You know damn
ed
well he enjoys everything we throw at him. I will comfort him after. I promise.”

“Marcus,” Kat’s lip trembles as she speaks.
“Now, there will be none of that allowed,” he says as he stays her quivering lip with a fingertip.
“You two go home. I’ll bring Cort
happily home to join you in your
bed. I bet our monsters are missing you right now.”

“I love you,” Marcus says against Kat’s parted lips in goodbye.
“I love you, too,” she whispers out under her breath not wanting us to hear it. I stifle a laugh as I remember her denial to me earlier. She smiles shyly at me when she sees my expression.

“And I you,” Marcus says as he leans over Ezra and
kisses his forehead.

“We won’t be long,” Ma
rcus murmurs to the pair of doe-eyed M
asters under his thumb.

His back disappears down the hallway as he stalks
to
their personal, private dungeon. We all listen in silence as the beeps of the security door activate.

“Kneel,” we hear him command before the swish of the d
oor shutting cuts off
access.

We watch in rapt silence as Ezra and Katya stand and redress. Their eyes are dilated from hearing their Master’s command. You can see the force it enacts on them.

“Come-” Ezra’s hand flings out to capture Katya’s in a forceful grip.
“I have to fuck you before Marc and Cort
get home. I need you.”

Ezra turns to us and laughs.
“Shh… no telling on us.
We aren’t supposed to be having sex.”

Katya practically runs for the exit with Ezra hunting her. Her giggles of delight fill the dungeon and echo
es
as he catches his quarry.

“
Holy shit,” I say with a snicker.

“So, Devlin, what did you get
from this little experiment of a
n orgy we just performed for you?”
I snap my finger for Monica to curl up on my lap. She immediately comes to my hand and snuggles
down on me. I contently sigh and
I stroke her hair. I see
Toby
from the corner of my eye as he pets Syn’s hand. I smile sadly. My baby boy will leave me soon. Well, not totally leave
me,
he just won’t be
completely under my will.

The
D
uck
,
D
uck
, G
oose part
icipants rise from their seated
positions and glance between
Devlin
and
me
begging for permission to leave. I flick my fingers at them to let them know they can flee.
“Tobias, please take Monica home. I want you both to share a meal
, bath
e
, and go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”
“Yes, Sir,” Tobias says as he clasps Monica’s hand. I give her a fleeting kiss and watch as the gaggle of Misfits starts to depart.

I look to Devlin wondering if he
will speak freely since Greta’
s still curled up on his lap leaving us with no privacy. He watches her face for a moment and smiles.
“She is passed out,” he chuckles. “I remember the first few scenes are a killer. My Master wore me the fuck out.” He smiles fondly at the memory.
“Did you know that Marcus and I were trained under the same Master at the same time?”
I shake my head no in surprise.
I knew they share a Master but not that they trained at the same time.
I wait hoping he will give me some more insight into the fucked up and twisted mind of my cousin.
“There weren’t any places around here back then. He found our Master in Vegas and
came out to us for almost a year
. He was in his early twenties. He needed to feel in control after what happened to the boys. Our Master understood his needs and trained him.”

“Wow,” I breathed out. Marcus never told me why he entered the lifestyle. I just remember a profound change in his personality. He drew me into the lifestyle when I begged to know what
the cause was. W
e had been best friends for as long as I could remember. I was shocked and instantly aroused by what he described to me.

“That’s why I’
m here. I can see that you all feel a similar attachment to each other when yo
u train under the same M
aster. It is a bond- a brotherhood of sorts. I see Marcus as a brother. We need to find your mole. And even though I would love to believe otherwise,
Generation Next
comes from here too. I can feel it. My intuition is screaming. You’ve been watched for over two years. It didn’t give the results we needed
,
so my Master sent me to help. My Master is very fond of Marcus and doesn’t want to see all the hard work he and your family has
done be torn apart. I’
m here to help, Dexter. Tonight was to see who has allegiances to whom and why. It was a very enlightening evening. While you all were flushed with lust I was observing all of you.”
“What did you discover?” I ask out of sheer curiosity.
“No- not yet.
In good time I will tell you and
Marcus. Not until I’m positive. I’
m shocked at what I think is going on. But the persons responsible will be a shock for everyone. I will keep my suspicions quiet until I have definitive proof.”

“Go home and make love to your woman. Ya look like hell, man.” Devlin says with a sigh as he picks up Greta and makes his way to the exit. I watch as the
y
leave and slump into the sofa when the door snaps shut behind them.
I sprawl out on the
sofa and rest for a minute. He’
s right I feel like fucking shit. I need a meal, a shower, and a slow fuck. Follow all that
up with eight hours of shut-eye
and I will feel like a new man.

A noise jars my eyes open when I hadn’t realized they’d shut.

“Marcus I don’t want
to
do that again,” Cort’s voice sounds rough- from screaming?

“You enjoyed it. You can’t deny how your body reacts,” Marcus says smoothly.
“
Just because my body says yes doesn’t mean my mind does,” he says defiantly.

“You could just make love to your husband and we wouldn’t pressure you anymore.”
“I don’t like feeling like a whore. Yes, I get off. I don’t like feeling like shit after,” Cort hisses.
“You need to alter your thinking. You think it’s wrong
to want the things you want. I’
m going to change that if it kills us both. You will admit body, mind, and soul that you love your husband.”

“I do love him. God, I love him so much,” Cort professes.
“Not enough to let go of the negative thoughts in your mind. Not enough to let it go and accept your life.”
“It doesn’t mean I want to fuck you so get over that thought,” Cortez practically screams.
Marcus sighs heavily enough to echo around the dungeon.
“I never said I want to fuck you or that I wan
t you to fuck me.
I want and need you to make love to your husband for all of
our sakes.”
“Yeah, because none of us can get any until I do. I know that’s what you want
. I will not allow you to impregnate my wife either. If I have to endure your torture for eternity then so be it, but you will have to go without too.” Cortez’s voice is seething with suppressed fury.

“Listen here, you little fuckhead. I have your husband crying to me on a daily basis because he feels inadequate, that the love of his life will not love him back.
I will do anything
to take his pain away. You allow your petty jealousy and territorialism to cloud you
r
love for all of us
. Ezra
wants you to make love to him
. Grow up and let’
s all move on and be happy.
And for the last time, where the hell is this shit coming from about me wanting a kid with Kat?
”

“You can thank Kat for this because she made a rule for all of us knowing that I couldn’t go through with it,” Cort hisses.

“She’s doing what she thinks is best. I’ll ask again, where did you get the kid idea from?” Marc commands.
“Your wife,” Cort shouts.

“No shock there, Cort. Use your damned brain. I know you’re scared, but you have to get over it so we can move on. I don’t like punishing you because of fear,” Marc says sadly.
“Well, it looks like you get to beat me every day because that isn’t gonna fucking happen, asshole.”

“I can only go so far without snapping, Cort. You do not want to see what happens when I do. You should ask Diane what happens when you push me too far. One day I will tie you to a chair and
have Ezra fuck you
. Then I will take your wife and release my seed until we have another Zeitler running around. I have no doubt on my ability to make your cock hard. I will have Ezr
a ride you until you scream. I’
m only humo
ring you
right now. You have never had a thread of control over what I do to t
his family. Never doubt that I’
m the head of this family
, and I will get what I
want. I want you to fuck Ezra and you will no matter how long it takes.”

I lay in shock pressed tightly against the sofa hoping that the participants of that very personal conversation don’t know that I overheard it. Oh My God that family is headed for disaster. It’s li
ke watching a train wreck. You’
re scared and disgusted but you can’t look away. Their dysfunction mak
es Monica’s lack of self esteem-
seem like a hangnail. Holy Shit!

Chapter
Thirteen

Spot cleaning leather is a pain in the ass. As much as I love my favorite pants it’s so much easier to toss denim down the laundry chute.  I love these pants so much that I wore jeans over top of them tonight and ripped the bitches off before we headed into the dungeon. Yeah, I d
on’t practice what I preach. I’
m the oldest of all the people at Restraint. I don’t need to change my image or find myself. If you aren’t what yo
u are by the time you’re thirty-
eight years old then I’
m sad for you. But I did enjoy the snarky t-shirt. I may have to start up a collection of the shirts.
I toss the jeans down the chut
e and turn and flick the shower
heads on. I give my leathers one more pass before I fold them up. I give them a pat and feel something in the back pockets. Oh! I hold my gift from Ava.

Generation Next

Your BDSM lifestyle insider

Dexter Hayes & Monica James hurt by the very lifestyle they need to feel fulfilled. Earlier this week
,
Dalton Thompson used his skills of persuasion to prey upon Monica’s weakness. Monica is your classic submissive; a soft nature hidden within a strong exterior. Dalton set up Dexter to find him brutally having sex with his restrained submissive. Our hearts go out to the couple for their broken trust. We have faith that the relationship will be repaired.

Dexter Hayes is one of the original Masters of Restraint. He along with Ezra & Marcus Zeitler created the club as an outlet for all those who were looking for release. He is a calm man who works as an IRS agent. He lives with his submissives Tobias Kline and Monica James. Kline is Hayes’ personal assistant and Monica James works at Edge Publishing for the Zeitler family. In fact Dexter is part of the Zeitler family. Marcus Zeitler Sr. and Caroline Zeitler Hayes are siblings. Marcus and Dexter lost their parents in a plane crash during their late teens. The Zeitler
Matriarch,
who passed five years ago
, raised the cousins
. The Zeitler fortune is without an heir even tho
ugh Marcus adopted his son Ezra, who was
in his late teens. Only time will tell what happens with this twisted family saga. It’s like watching a soap opera play out in reality.

Dalton Thompson

Thompson is a Master of Restraint, albeit their weakest. The smarmy male lives on bravado and petty threats to prove his control. Dalton Thompson is
a thirty-two-year-
old
La
s Vegas, Nevada native that migrated to our fair state
just
two years ago. He is a retired FBI agent. Anyone wonder what he does for a living now? Me too! Why did a former agent
from
a large
,
exciting city drop everything to fa
ke his way through the lifestyle?
We here at GN want to know. If you have any information please contact us.

Devlin Conrick

Restraint has a new marshal in town, Devlin Conrick- aka the Devil. The gorgeous, intimidating, deadly Master showed up at Restraint and has them swarming like wasps. He says shape up or fold up. Sorry, Folks, if the Masters of Restraint don’t start
acting like good submissive
boys and girls the mean panther is going to growl. I bet he is even hotter when he growls. *Meeeoooowww* Personally I will do everything I can to keep the Devil in town. And one of the reasons he is stalking Restraint is because of GN. The other reason is Adelaide Whittenhower’s tell-all book. A lil birdie went tweet tweet in my ear. I hear we will have a part two on the
horizon. Those poor bastards that want to remain anonymous are running scared and brought the Devil to our doorstep. I will stop at nothing to remove your anonymity, you cowardly bastards!
You fucked with our families and we will fuck you
rs
back- BDSM style!

We sign off as usual…
Adelaide Whittenhower
,
may you rot in hell!

Please visit
www.generationnext.com
for subscription details.

May dominance and submission feed your
needs.

Happy controlling and kneeling
,
boys and girls.

I tap the brochure-
sized publication against the tile of my vanity in confusion. What the fuck? 
Devlin is right. Whoever is Adelaide’s mole cannot be the creator
of
Generation Next, there is too much animosity. It’s also obvious that we have another mole. Someone is either feeding Generation
Next
information or they have a very tight tie to the Masters of Restraint. I spoke to no one about my encounter with Dalton. Either he is the mole or someone inside my family. I can’t even think of the possibility that it’s someone close to me, but Dalton- I can think of all sorts of horrible thoughts about that fucker.

***

I stalk quietly into the guestroom after my shower and a
quick
detour to the study to subscribe to Generation Next’s publication and blog.
I may have taken a shot or three of liquid courage as well.

A small frame is bundled under the covers. I softly sit on the side of the bed so that I don’t disturb her. I remember how proud I was when I took her as my submissive. After Katya’s initiation ceremony I returned to my private room and never looked back. Monica was curled up on my settee just as she is now. She was breathing softly with a quiet snore that I found adorable. I sat on the side of the settee and imprinted every inch of her skin to memory. She had turned me on like no other during her scene with Katya. I was enthralled at how she responded to pain. I thought I had found everything I was looking for in a submissive- no, not just a submissive- a wife. Someone who I would spend the rest of my life with and fill that minivan with tiny versions of
us
.
She woke slowly and blinked the last
vestiges
of sleep from her eyes. She opened
impossibly
large
,
brown eyes at me and I was caught
in her spider
web. I kne
w
then
that I would do anythin
g to make this woman happy a
nd I tried to the detrime
nt of my dominance and her self-
esteem.

I rub the ache in my chest for the heartache I’ve caused us both.
I was hopeful as I stared into those bottomless eyes looking towards our endless future. I fell in love with her in an instant. After she woke she slowly slid to the floor and knelt on her knees before me and whispered
Master
in a shy voice. My heart
exploded
and my cock
erupted
at the sound.

I had pulled a collar from my pocket and presented the female with the physical embodiment of my ownership of her. She burst into tears as I collared her with the platinum band no bigger than a necklace. It had a charm dangling from the center of her throat- an intertwined D and M overlapped by an H.

After Aaron and Kayla’s engagement party I knew who Katya had chosen to give me as a submissive. I
’d
spent endless amounts of time researching Monica that it was borderline stalking.
I commissioned the
necklace
to resemble a
collar shortly before the initiation ceremony. A Dom presenting his sub with a collar is tantamount to a marriage. I knew as I clasped the necklace in place that I would marry her one day and it would be the happiest day of my life. A marriage is a kind of bond that can’t be duplicated
,
as is the bond of a Master and his sub. To
combine both a marriage and a M
aster/sub bond is the ultimate fantasy of mine.

The day of her betrayal I had removed the collar to take to a jeweler for repair. I had just dropped the damned thing off when I found the pair rutting in my private room. I nearly broke down in sobs when I picked the collar up this morning.

I’
m hopeful for our future now. How Monica denied Katya’s advances, even though she is one of the strongest Masters we have. The way Monica has came into her own as she embraces her sexuality. The feelings I
’d
felt as I watched her have sex with Tobias. The heat in her eyes as she saw the ple
asure Greta gave me. And lastly,
it was
how she preened before us when she went down on Katya, swishing her ass at us
like a proud bird. The cherry on the amazing life sundae is how she found release from the flick of my wrist.

It was the conversation I overheard of Cort and Marcus that made my decision for me. They are a family, married with children, all living under one roof
and
driving each other crazy. It showed me that collaring or marriage is not the end
of the journey
or a happy ever after. It is the true beginning of a life together. Monica is not perfect nor am I, but we are perfect together. She has a part of her that is broken. It may take me a lifetime to fix that small piece, but I will never stop trying.

I reach over the bed and scoop the small bundle u
p and press her to my chest. I’
m a small man, but strong. Even to me she feels too light. I wi
ll tie her in a chair and force-
feed her ass if I have to. My decision may be made, but I will always own her. She will fuel and
take care of her body as if it’
s mine, because it is.

I carry her to my bed- no, our bed. She doesn’t wake, just keeps quietly snoring. I pull the blanket from around her and crawl under it. I wrap myself around her loving how we are the same size.
I nestle my face into the crook where her shoulder meets her neck and inhale her sweet scent- heaven. I slowly stroke her nude body with just my fingertips. I swirl a tip around her soft nipple and stifle a laugh as it beads for me even in her sleep. I press myself closer to the back of her until my cock is wedged between the cheeks of her ass. I revel in the heat from her body and groan from the pleasure.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I breathe against the side of her throat.

She stirs a bit
,
but doesn’
t wake as I lick a wet path up the side
of her neck. My body runs with g
oosebumps as I stroke her skin with my tongue, fingertips, and the rocking of my cock. I rea
ch down and adjust the angle I’
m at so that I rest against her slit instead of her ass. I rock a few times and groan when I slide between her moist lips. Even in her sleep she creams for me. I run the head of my cock over her clit several times and my eyelids grow heavy from the sensation.

She starts to pant as hard as I am, but doesn’t completely wake. I continue to rock my cock in the warm, wetness of her slit while my fingers latch onto her distended nipple. I rock faster and feel myself nearing my release. I won’t let go, I just want to stand on the crest of my orgasm.

“Master,” Monica moans half asleep. I almost lose my load hearing the reverence in her tone.

I rock faster
,
gliding my cock along her folds
feeling my precum mingle with her juices. Knowing that my bare skin is against hers is almost my undoing. I bite back a moan by gripping Monica’s shoulder with my teeth. She hisses out a breath and arches her back into me.

We rock togethe
r in a primal dance as my inner-
caveman s
creams his victory. He knows I’
m finally going to give into his demands and make her my woman. I grip her hair as the caveman
shows me. I yank her head to the side and kiss her sweet lips. I can still taste the remnants of her earlier passions and moan at the flavor of Katya on her lips.

“Just so you k
now I’
m going to fuck Katya, completely annihilate her pussy with my huge cock. How do you feel about that, woman?” I yank her head back farther so that I can see into her eyes.
“Yes,” she breathlessly says. “I want to watch.”
“I would love to have you both laying missionary together. So as I fuck one
,
you both rub your sweet pussies together.”  I growl against her lips.

She doesn’t need to answer;
her body does all the talking. Her entire body shudders as she envisions Katya and her being fucked by me. S
he moans
her agreement
against my lips.