Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (18 page)

“First
,
I’
m going to make love to you.” I whisper as I move her leg and roll her onto her back. I settle myself at the juncture of her thighs and hiss when her heat burns my throbbing cock.

“No barriers between us again, Monica,” I say as I thrust my length inside her bare for the very first time. Not just the first time I’ve went without a condom with her, but ever.

It’s nearly my undoing, the heat of her, the tight suction of her walls as they constrict around
me. She’
s al
ways so damn tight. I know she’
s just a little smaller than normal sized, but it’s always an instant need to release the second I enter her. She makes me feel like an inexperienced boy. I laugh because that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“Oh,
Dexter
, don’t stop,” she moans as I roll my hips into
her.
“Does it feel better skin-
to
-
skin, baby?” I say as I swivel in a way I know means instantaneous release for her.

“I’m so close. Please cum inside me,
Dexter
,” she begs.
I yank her hair to the side again to pacif
y the cavemen. I bring her face-to-
face and lock our eyes with a silent command.
I kiss her lip
s as I rock my hips, but I don’
t close my eyes. I will her to keep her eyes open- to connect with me as we make love.

Our bodies glide against each other from our sweat and juices. Our legs are as tangled as my fingers in her hair. My left hand wraps around her throat restraining her. I know she likes the pressure when her hot cunt starts to milk at my co
ck. I squeeze just a bit more
pressure with my fingers to show her I own her- to collar her with my fingertips.

Our breath mingles as we gasp from our combined pleasure. My body tightens as a pressure builds at the base of my spine. My scalp tingles and my toes curl inward. All the blood in my body is drawn to my center
,
building the pressure for my release.
Her garbled moans vibrat
e against the palm of my hand and
I
apply
more pressure on her throat. I’m not sure if it’s the beat in my cock or if it’s a beat inside her cunt. The pounding start
s the same as if I’
m thoroughly whipping the
shit out of my slaves. It’s t
he sensation of my mind converting mental pleasure into a form that can be expressed.
It’s the kind of incredible pleasure that shoots out the end of my cock. I’ve never felt the sensation outside of the dungeon and never while making love. Both have held separate identities inside me: one type of orgasm for sex and one for gifting pain. The two
combine in a deadly mix that I’
m not sure I can recover from.

With our eyes locked in connection I scream my release. I feel the walls of her pussy s
uck my seed deeper inside,
into the place I could never reach otherwise. For the first time in my life I swear at myself for making her take birth control. Today was my woman’s last pill. The caveman screams his victory in hope for future conception. My cock spurts endlessly as if thrilled to shoot its seed for the first time inside another being.

I feel a snap inside myself- an unbreakable connection formed. My breath hitches as I stare into wide, brown eyes and realize she feels it too.

‘
Dexter
,” she says in a voice tinged with fear.
“It’s okay. I got ya, baby. You’re safe.” I croon to her masking my confusion.

The hand I was choking her with loosens from around her throat to softly caress her forehead. I don’t break the connection with our eyes.

“I love you with all my heart, Monica,” I say as I untangle my fingers from her hair and reach for
something off the nightstand.

I draw my hand back and place the object around her throat. She gasps and her hands fly up to touch the cool metal. I watch as tears stream down her face in a torrent. I s
mile reassuringly because they’re happy tears.
“You’re mine, forever- no matter what obstacles form in our path, you’ll always be mine
. We don’t need a physical representation of my ownership. I can feel the bond between us as if someone has threaded our souls together. This collar is a promise that I will never break. You can always come to me, Monica. You can talk to me about anything. When you feel overwhelmed I am the one to unburden you.”
I snap the lock into place at the nape of her neck as she gazes up at me in wonder.

“Ma
rry me, Monica, be my wife.” I don’t ask or command I just say the words that I’ve wanted to say since our first night at Restraint.

“Yes, I love you so much,” she breathlessly says. Her eyes close off to me and she worries her full, bottom lip between her tiny teeth.
“But
- what about my issue,
”
She stammers out her question.

“We’ll be a work in progress,” I laugh out. My
face turns serious as I say, “E
ach day will be better than the last. A happy life isn’t a guarantee, but my love for you is.”

“I think I’m ready to make love to my wife for the very first time. I know we aren’t married, but in my heart we were the moment I fastened your collar.”

I slowly make love to Monica in a way I’ve never experienced. It’s slow, sensuous, and sweet. I learned how to have sex from a very young age by the socialite cougars.
I learned the art of kink sex from all the people who strolled through Restraint’s doors. I never learned how to make love until this very moment. I marvel at the feel of completely connecting with another being. I now know the joy of bonding.

Katya is
right;
you can’t explain the sensation of bonding with another person- not master or submissive, just another being. I love Monica with every drop of my soul and now we are connected in every way: our hearts, our minds, our bodies, and our souls. As soon as we marry I will add legally connected as well. When, not if, we have our first child we will be connected biologically. I have never wanted to completely absorb another person until this moment. Monica is mine!

Oh, poor Katya. It is no wonder the three men are running
around full of resentment. She’
s completely fucked i
n every sense of the word. She’
s irrevocably in love with Marcus and not
hing can change it. If my inner-
caveman is singing sweet nothings into my mind, lord knows what kind of animal is screeching in theirs. I envision a pissed off tiger for each of them fighting over the only female they care about. I just hope they bond together instead of tear each other a part.

Chapter
Fourteen

I lounge on the sofa that still
rests
in the dungeon waiting for my class to begin. I think we need to have a meeting on revamping the dungeon. I love playing decorator. I know that Marcus felt that the dungeon should have
an
industrial feel, but we should at least have some seating for comfort’s sake.
A ping from my phone signals an incoming message
. My eyes widen when I
read the message.
Generation Next posting.
I click the link on the message to see what could have possibly pissed off the publishers enough to make another posting one day after the previous edition.
 

Generation Next

Your BDSM Lifestyle Insider

Marcus Zeitler

The Master of the Masters of Restraint

Marcus Zeitler
is fast approaching his thirty-
eighth birthday. His history was explained in our previous edition. He is the last born in the Zeitler Dynasty. As a young man he walked in Marcus Sr
.
’
s footsteps as a businessman taking over corporations all over the world.
He studied law and rose in the ranks to become District Attorney of our fine area.
He married young
,
at the age of twent
y
,
to Heiress Diane Bryant, who is twelve years his
senior. He adopted her
fourteen
-year-
old son
,
Ezra
,
upon their marriage. His public view is that of a handsome
benefactor with strong fami
ly
ties. We at Generation Next know the real Master Marcus.

Outward
appearances
show him as a loving family man. Reality is that Marcus has no children of his own and that is a point of contention
with
in his marriage. Diane Bryant Zeitler’s age makes conception impossible. What does a man do when his dynasty’s future hinges on a bloodline heir? Why, he asks his daughter-in-law to provide him the service. It would be a lovely gift for Katya Waters Zeitler to provide, but we are not talking in a doctor’s office. No, Marcus is the lover of his daughter-in-law. Their l
ife is
twisted worse than any night
time soap.
The Zeitler clan
lives under the roof of Shadow
Haven Estates. Diane sleeps alone while her loving husband
sleeps down the hall near his
adopted son and his spouses. Ezra already has an unconventional polygamist marriage with his longtim
e love, Cortez Abernathy
, and their wife Katya Waters Zeitler.
Can we add incest to the mix? Does the elder Zeitler sneak into marital bed of his adopted son?
The depravity
of ShadowHaven
is happening right under the noses of the three Zeitler children, Ava, and the twins Ezra Jr. and Azriel
Abernathy
. Ava and Ezra
are
the product of Ezra’s genetics while Azriel is the child of Cortez.
Does
Marcus
wants
his seed in the mix by creating another Zeitler c
hild to run the halls of ShadowHaven?
Unbelievable is that this sordid affair was Diane’s idea. How can so many people within a committed relationship make it work? They don’t. The whispers behind closed door and unvoiced resentments are building to an explosive finale. Who will b
e standing when it blows Shadow
Haven to the ground?

Master Marcus Zeitler is the Master of all the Masters of Restraint as well
as holding the throne at Shadow
Haven. He makes his family do his bidding or they are severely punished. Marcus thrives on pushing your limits past the edge. One day his throne will be usurped and that day is rapidly approaching.

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

Holy fuck he is going to flip a switch. I smash the phone into my back pocket wishing I’d never laid eyes on the blog posting. I pound the back of my skull into the headrest of the sofa. Not that it does any good since it’s cushioned. I skim my hands down the front of my shirt and smile at the small amount of comedic relief it offers.
Kneel
is boldly scripted across my pecs. I plan on wearing a new shirt every day.

I hear a heavy sigh I recognize as an ass is planted on the loveseat across from me.

“Bad day, cousin,” I say as I crack an eyelid to look
in
his direction. His day is about to get worse. I may as well ask him
the question
I requested his presence
for
before I drop the bomb.

“I asked Monica to marry me last night. I’d be honored if you’d be my best man.” I struggle on the sofa until I’m in a seated, upright position.
“Wow! I’d love to,”
he says with a big grin as his eyes twinkle with happiness.
“Good. I have something to say to you before I show y
ou something. I overheard you and
Cort last night. What the fuck is going on at home? I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you need to.” I forcefully command him to answer.

“Ah-” he sighs out. “Fine, it’s like ground
zero of a battle at home. We
’
re
all
pissed at each other and
we all hide it
. I’m being an asshole.
Cort is being
a
bastard. And
Ezra’s getting the brunt of it. The
poor guy is nearly broken in half. We have rules of engagement to follow. When Cort still refused to make love to his husband
Katya pulled a rule out of her ass. She said none of us could touch until Cort got it over with.
I thought that it would tak
e a week to break Cort. Now he’
s thriving on the power it affords him. None of us have had sex in six m
onths. We’
re frustrated, resentful, and vengeful. The only one who feels in control is Cort. I punish him daily and it doesn’t work.”
“
Yeah, about that,” I drawl. “I’m pretty sure Kat bends her own rule,” I warn him.