Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (20 page)

“No, Sir,” echoes throughout the room.
“Slaves are submissive beings to the extreme. I will use Monica and Tobias as my examples. Monica has some issues sh
e’
s working on. I
treated her as a slave for a few days by taking all of her decisions away,
not to disrespect her, but to show her she is competent and that the position isn’t for her. She quickly realized that she is a submissive. A slave isn’t an irresponsible person or weak either. They simply need to feel the comfort
and safety that total control by
a master may provide. I met Tobias when he was lost. I have total control over his actions as much as I do my own. In time he may move up a step to submis
sive. Only time will tell. He’
s making great strides
with his decision making, so I’
m hopeful. I don’t believe he is a true slave. A slave needs structure, boundaries, and every move they make in black and white along with the consequences for every action they fail to meet.
Any questions?”

“No, Sir,” the group replies
obediently
.
“That’s all
the lecturing
for tonight. I have to check on something. Tomorrow evening I want you all to come prepared to inform me why you are what you are with examples. If you can’t explain it then you can’t own it.”

“
Please
s
tay and chat while I check on something
.
I’ll be back to take you to the dungeon. Except you, Niel, I’m sure Albert is waiting for you at the backdoor. I’ll walk you out. Everyone else, don’t leave my room,” I warn.

I quickly walk the kid to the back entrance and escort him to his Town Car.
I tuck the kid in the backseat while Albert gets behind the wheel. Whitt would be angry if something happened to the boy, but his mom would cut my nuts off and shove them down my throat if so much as one of his wiry hairs got bent. I’m rather fond of the Whittenhower pr
ince, but not as fond as I am of
my testicles.

During the hour since I last saw Marcus and Cortez I couldn’t remove the images tha
t kept flashing through my mind:
Marcus broken as Cortez gleefully taunts him. I’ve known Corte
z for a very long time, but he’
s
territorial to the extreme. He’
s also very vindictive. I fear he will hurt Marcus in my absence.

I quickly type in the code to the Zeitler private room and enter. I close the door and lean against it. My eyes widen at the sight before me.

Marcus and Cortez
are on the bed
tangled in an intimate embrace
with the sheets twisted around their legs
.
Cort is lying on top of Marc
and he’s
hungrily devouring his lips. Their combined
moans and groans permeate the air. Marcus’ fingers bite into Cort’s ass as he pumps against the
other man’s hips. Whether they’
re intimately connected or not is anyone’s guess. I gasp at the sight tha
t can only be described as love-
making.

Both faces turn to me in a flash. Cort’s smoky eyes are clouded with lust and need. Marc’s whiskey eyes are glaz
ed from pleasure. Clearly they’
re making up and not in any pain at the moment.

“Um-yeah… I’m sorry to interrupt.
I just wanted to
make sure everyone was okay. So… yup…
ya both look perfectly happy. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
I say as I back away from the door so I can open it.
They both nod in my direction
,
but don’t move otherwise. I turn and open the door.

“That’s kind of beautiful,” I say as I close the door. And they truly are beautiful. Their strong bodies intertwined, one golden and one bronze. But it wasn’t their incredible bodies that made it pure
beauty;
it was the look of rapture on their faces. I will never
d
oubt their love for one another
, i
t’s the only reason they can
hurt each other so thoroughly.

Chapter
Sixteen

“I’m back,” I say as I enter my room. I had to take a few moments to collect myself before I came back in. Jesus, I don’t know if I’m hot or cold after watching them together. Confused, I’m definitely confused.

“Fieldtrip time,” I laugh. It’s not like everyone in this room hasn’t been to the dungeon, but I want to go over a few of the contraptions in there. Pretty much everyone levitates to one or two things and never touches the rest of the stuff. It’s always different depending on the person. Obviously the cross is my favorite, while someone else m
a
y
only
play with the bondage gear. I think it’s best if they try it all out.

They all follow me down the hall like good boys and girls. The absence of noise hits me first. The dungeon’s usually very loud this time of night. That’s why I took the kid out the back way so he wouldn’t witness it. But tonight it’s eerily quiet and I know it was packed in there earlier when I checked on Marc and Cort. I could hear its symphony of noises all the way at the end of the hall.

A large crowd circles the rack. No one lingers elsewhere.
It’s just a solid mass of bodies surrounding the wooden contraption. I can’t see what’s going on and I have no idea where the majority of the members and their guests have run off to.

“Red,” a low, painful moan flows through the dungeon. I can tell by the garbled sound that it’s through a ball gag.

Red is the universal code for safewording out. I don’t rush because that word ends a
ll cont
act. The next moan has me running across the dungeon.

“Dalton,” Alex screams as he sprints towards the horde. He’d know the sounds of Dalton’s pain. Alex and Dalton trained under Marcus as partners.

I want to slow my feet and let the asshole get what’s coming to him. No doubt he
’s
pissed off the wrong person. But my nature pushes me forward because I know that Dalton would never willingly sub
mit, especially when it’s not to one of
our own.

I recognize none of the members circling the rack. I fight my way through and stop dead in my tracks. The relief and trust in Dalton’s eyes when he sees me weakens my knees, but not nearly as much as the condition he’s in.

Dalton is strung up on the rack. His arms and legs are pulled taut. I can tell by the way his torso arches up that he’s strung too tight. His entire body has been used as a punching bag and he’s nearly unconscious. Actually, I think he passed out the second the calvery arrived. 

It took only a second to assess his damage and unfreeze me from my shock. But the rest of my crew never froze. Alex is beating the shit out of one of the guys who did this.
The previous life as a street thug erupts from the well-educated man.
Even mild-mannered Tobias is holding a guy down so Syn can kick him in the nuts. School teacher Greta is doing more damage than Kristal, who’s went completely batshit
postal
. The biggest shock is Monica. She has a girl on the ground and she bashing her head against the slate tile. Whitt is unsuccessfully trying to
untie
Dalton because the throng is fighting back.
“STOP!”
I scream at the top of my lung and all action ceases. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” I scream my demand. I hop up onto the rack so that I’m above everyone.
“Tobias, shut the door. No one leaves until I have my answers,” I threaten.

“You,” I point to a young man who looks like he doesn’t belong here. He’
s calm
. “Explain,” I demand of h
im.
“I’m a guest to one of the
members. We were in here watching the scenes and one of the black shirts ran in and said a riot broke out in the club and he needed the members. All the members fled to help. I tried to help, but security said no guests were allowed. Then that guy,” he points at the one Alex beat to a bloody pulp, “He yelled
ShowTime
as soon as your Master left the back
hallway
on his way out to help in the club. He and his friends grabbed
you
r
Master
and strung him up. The punched whoever tried to stop it and threatened to tie us up, too.
There were too many of them to take on,
”
he says shamefully. I instantly like this guy.

Marcus’ suspicions are just proven as fact. The riots and discord are a part of whatever’s going on with our leak and the damned Mistress and Master of Restraint books.

“No one moves,” I threaten.
I hop down and start working on Dalton’s feet. Devlin’s right. We need to get our house in order. This is total chaotic bullshit. The asshole who trussed Dalton up didn’t even make the knots right. But I guess if your objective is to beat a man as a diversion, it doesn’t matter what kind of knot you use.

“Syn, peek out in the club and see if the riot is over and if the men in blue have swarmed our asses for a sixth time. Find out where security went.”

Whitt picks up Dalton and the beaten man hollowly moans. I actually feel for the asshole. He didn’t deserve this, no one does.

“I’ll take him to my room and clean him up,” Whitt says as he starts to walk away.
“No,” Dalton moans in a panic.
“Too bad, asshole, I’m helping you,” Whitt says gently.
“I’ll go,” Alex tries to take the small man from Whitt’s arms.

“Just follow me. What’s up with you?” Whitt says to Alex and walks away.

“Dalton doesn’t like to be touched is
all.
He trusts me,” Alex’s voice fades as he follows behind Whitt.

“
Cops are he
r
e
,” Syn calls from the door.
“Send a couple in here. We have some trash to collect.”

“You again,” I point to the rational kid. “Who were the instigators? Who fought them off? And who was fighting with us when we arrived?”

The kid quickly points everyone out and pulls them into groups.
“Everyone in the big group,” I say to the majority. “These three ladies will escort you to the backdoor. Remember the damage they inflicted. In other words,
don’t
fucking touch them and leave out the door they escort you to,” I threaten.

I wait until Monica, Kris, and Greta return from herding the cowards to the backdoor. I breathe a sigh of relief when they return unharmed.

The last groups are small. The instigators and the ones who were fighting us are one in the same. Five guys
and a girl
and
I’m
pretty sure it’s the same assholes who started the riot the other night. The other group consists of my helper and two of his buddies.

“What’s your name?” I ask the guy.

“Gunner,” he quickly replies.
“Well, Gunner, you and your two friends just got instant membership to our establishment. I can’t thank you enough for watching our backs.”

“No problem and thanks. I’ll take you up on the offer, but these two start another tour next week,” he says longingly and mock-punches his friends. The three of them laugh good-naturedly and punch each other affectionately.

“What branch?”
“Marines. I just got back from my third tour. I’m sitting on the bench until I can convince them to give me another go.”

“Well, you guys better get o
ut of here before the police come in here and take
statements. You never know how it can be twisted around. Trust me when I say publicity is not necessarily a good thing. Come back to the club and I’ll get you signed up.”
I lean forward and shake each of their hands. I clasp Gunner’s hand and look into his eyes, “Thank you.”

“It looks like you may need my help. I’ll be in touch.”

The girls and I tie up the six
instigators while we wait for the officers. Greta does it with great zeal. I’ll have to have Whitt give her some pointers on bondage.

“Toby, get the girls out of here. I’ll see you at home.”
“Are you sure?” I smile when he questions leaving me alone with the bad guys. My safety made him speak his mind. It’s a huge step in the right direction for young Tobias.
“I’ll be fine. They’re tied up nice and tight. I want to question them farther,” I grin sadistically.

“Monica, give me a kiss,” I call to my submissive. “I’ll be home really late. I have to check on Dalton and I’m sure Marc will need an update. I’ll see you both at home.”
I quickly kiss Monica and wave as they leave for the back door.

I turn to the five guys who
have wreaked havoc on Restraint for the last time. I will use my gift, but not as I usually do to heal my submissives. I will use my gift to get information out of my victims. I let my sadist out to play…