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

I feel so damned worthless, but she’s almost a foot taller than me and fifty pounds heavier. The glint in her eye screams that she’ll take me on if I try to stop her.

I look around the chaos of Restraint. When the DJ fled for safety the music stopped. The sound of fists on flesh is no more; instead moans and shouts dominate as a flood of blue waves through the door in riot gear.

“Regina, knock it the fuck off,” I command. She ignores me. Queen likes to pretend she’s one of the weakest of us, but she’s as strong as Marcus.

“Fuck, you’re going to get arrested for assault,” I say hopelessly.

“Queen,” Whitt’s deep voice commands. He squeezes the back of her neck and her hands fall to her lap. It’s like he hit her off switch.

“She wasn’t here. She didn’t do this and no one saw anything,” Whitt says to me as he lifts the large woman in
to
his arms.

Queen’
s splattered with blood. Tears
of frustration
flow from her eyes
. She buries her face in Whitt’s neck and sobs. I watch as he walks to the security door and enters the dungeon. I turn back to the boys in blue. We have a lot of explaining to do
..
.
again.

Chapter Two

“Tobias, do you want any more eggs?” I ask over my shoulder as I scrape the last of the scrambled eggs from the cast-iron sk
illet.
“No, thank you, Sir, I’
m stuffed.” I grin at the young, blond man as he
pats
his belly.
“More for me then,” I say as I sit
at the breakfast nook.
“What’
s on our agenda for the day?” I ask around a mouthful of food and feel rude. I hastily swallow and take a drink. “Excuse me, s
orry. It was a late night and I’
m starved.
We had to get more security for the club and it’s not helping matters.
We had another riot.
”
“
Another one?” Toby tilts his head to the side and squints. “What does that
make,
three?”

“Five,” I say in awe. “The more riots we have the more people show up at our doors. In Restraint’s case, bad publicity is definitely better than none. We’re losing control, Tobias. I don’t think we can fix it,” I say sadly.

“
I have no doubt that you all will protect us,” Tobias says with infallible confidence in the Masters of Restraint. “
You have an audit at one o’clock and nothing before lunch. You should get
caught up on the paperwork for
the Warren case this morning.” He looks at the digital tablet that never leaves his side.
“I don’t know what I would do without you,” I say proudly to my submissive. I really don’t know what I would do without him. I just wish he was ready to go
to work with me. We’re getting closer. He’
s more confident in
his abilities. He’
s an amazing young man. I see him as an impressionable brother, submissi
ve, and personal assistant. He’
s invaluable to my life.

“What are your plans for the day?” I happily spear a sausage link and chew. I have to eat the meat before Monica gets into the room. She isn’t a vegetarian, but she doesn’t want me to eat fatty foods.
“I have to clean the house this morning
and study for a few hours. I’m taking Monica’s car to the repair shop to be inspected. Oh, I made those reservations you wanted, Dexter. The reservation is seven pm at the Bistro. I even managed to get you the corner table that you sat at on your first date.” Tobias’ blue eyes glow with pride for getting me exactly what I wanted.
“Thanks, I want tonight to be perfect.”
I smile around a big bite of sausage.
Monica entering the room cuts
off our conversa
tion. She looks miserable. She’
s dressed as usual; her hair bound tightly hiding its beauty
and the bland clothes that hide
her slim figure. She hasn’t been doing well these past few months. No matter how much I shower her with attention she sinks farther into herself. It feels like the more I do, the worse it gets.

“I’ll get your breakfast,” I say and hop up from my seat. I pull her chair out for her
and wait for her to sit.
“Dexter, you don’t have to do that. I’m not even hungry,” she protests. “I’m going to be late for work.”
“I’m sure I can get your boss to go easy on you,” I
say snarkily. Monica’s
boss is Katya, her best friend. The
Boss is part of my family. She’
s just doing her usual by trying to avoid food at all costs.

“You didn’t eat anything for dinner last night and I bet you haven’t
eaten
since yesterday morning.” I g
rab her plate from the oven I’
d set to warm. I quickly spread a thin layer of cream cheese on her bagel.
I hand her a plate with half a whole-wheat bagel and scrambled egg whites.

“Thanks,” she smiles up at me and it’s genuine for a change. She grabs a knife and scrapes most of the cream cheese off her bagel. I scowl at her.
Last night I noticed that she’
s smaller than she was the last time we were intimate. It’s been a few weeks because we’ve bee
n busy with tax
season and she’
s taken on a few more clients. I cringe in remembrance of how her bones protruded from her skin.
“Eat all your eggs or no dessert for you,” I tease. I wish she’d eat dessert.

She pushes her food around and pret
ends to eat. The past year she’
s been more insecure and that
is an amazing feat since she
was very insecure to begin with. I know all the tricks she pulls to hide her anorexia.
“Eat it all, Monica. I fuck
ing mean it,” I command her. I’
m done
coddling her with this shit. I’
m sitting at the breakfast table with two of the most important people in my life. The people I consider my family. We
have an easy life going and we’
re comfortable. I cooked a healthy
,
nutritious breakfast as she’
s being disrespectful and rui
ning the moment- something she’
s notorious for lately.

I quickly text a message to Tobias
with my phone in my lap,
make sure she doesn’t toss it back up!

He
nods
his head at me when he gets the message. Both Tobias and I have been managing her lately. I love her so much, but I’m not sure how to help her. I watch as
she quickly eats her eggs. I’
ve
been
reconsidering the relationship I have with my girlfriend. I
’ve
often wonder if she would prosper with the same handli
ng Tobias receives from me. I’
ve treated her with respect as she treats herself with none.
“Good girl,” I murmur to her when her plate is empty. “I have to get to work. It seems I have some free time to attack that pile of shit on my desk. I can’t wait until you’re ready for the office, Toby, I need you there badly.”
Tobias smiles at me in pride and the tension Monica brought to the table dissipates.

“We have a date tonight if memory serves me correctly. Please be ready at six-thirty. I’ll meet you here,” I say to Monica.
I cup her cheek in my palm and kiss her lightly. Her confidence issues disappear as I kiss her passionately. Anyone who saw
me with this woman would know I’
m completely taken with her. It’s too bad she doesn’t see it.
“I love you, Monica. I’ll see you tonight.” I kiss her quickly again because if I linger I would pull her back to our bedroom and never see the light of day.
“Have a good day, boys and girls. See you guys tonight sometime. I’
ll talk
to you later, Tobias.”
I say
goodbye
to my family as I make my way to the garage door that is just off the kitchen.

***

“My God, this steak is fantastic
.
It melts in my
mouth.” I groan in pleasure as my taste-buds explode from the buttery meat.
Monica smiles at the expression of pure bliss on my face.
“How’s the sea bass?” I pointedly look at her plate that is more than half-full. Rice is scattered all over the
platter
and bits of fish are flaked apart. The broccoli is the only item that disappeared from her plate.
“
It’s delicious,” she says sweetly and makes an effort to eat a bite. I want to
command her to eat, but it’s a special night and I don’t want to push her. It feels disrespectful to boss someone around when you see them as an equal.
“How about some molten lava cake for dessert?
We could share it.” I lick my lips to show how much I’d love to share the chocolaty, gooey treat with her. I leer at her chest and lick my bottom
lip
again. I earn a giggle for my trouble.

I take Monica’s hand in mine and walk her down the street. I suggested we walk off our dinner. I ate all of mine and hers. She did have several
spoonfuls of cake for which I’
m thankful.
I quickly grab a blanket from the backseat of our car and we head to the park. It’s a beautiful night. The air feels like bathwater. I spread the blanket out beneath the huge willow tree that dominates the center of the park and I pull her down with me.

“H
appy second anniversary, Monica,” I sing.
“
I’ve never been as
happy as I am
now with you. I love you so m
uch it hurts,
” I
profess.

I
pull her to my chest and flutter a kiss on her mouth. She moans and her small hands fist the back of my shirt. I love it when she responds to my touch. I roll h
er over on
to her back and make
out with her as if we’
re teenage lovers, not adults in our late thirties.

She never says she loves me back, but I know she does. I can see it in her gaze. I can feel it in her touch. And I can hear it in the tone of her voice. Right now I can feel it in the way she clings to me like a lifeline.
I kiss
her neck and
I
feel bad that she’
s missing the piece of jewelry that binds us to one another.
“I’m sorry that your collar isn’t repaired yet. It should be finished at the jeweler’s sometime tomorrow afternoon. I tried to get it for tonight. I thought it would be special to give it back to you two years after I gave it to you.”

“I
don’t need it to know that we’
re connected, Dexter.” She gazes up adoringly at me and twines her fingers in my hair. I gaze back down at the love of my life- my future wife- the soon-to-be mother of my children. I’ve always wanted a family. As much as I love Marcus, he isn’t enough. I want a wife of my own and children to fill my house. I want Tobias to grow up and find himself a loving wife as well. I want us to be a
big,
happy family.

Chapter
Three

Masculine moans echo down the hall towards me as I approach my private room. I smirk to myself. Damn, this place is out of control. The club’s membership quadrupled in the past year. There is actually a waiting list for the private rooms. I shake my head in disbelief. Being a Master of R
estraint does have its benefits. I’
m thankful I don’t have to fight tooth and nail for a room. I like my privacy. I wouldn’t want to scene in the main dungeon.

The moans increase in volume as I get closer. He’s a lucky bastard for not only snagging a coveted room, but from the sounds of it a very skilled submissive.