Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (26 page)

It felt like seconds in time when it’s
finally
my turn. In reality it was nearly an hour. My eyes dart
to the standing crowd while I’
m tattooed. I look to see if they have any discomfort for standing as long as they have. The all stand motionless with their heads slightly bowed hidden beneath their hoods.

MONICA
is artistically scrolled around my ring finger. The letters are in
the same calligraphy style that
our
M
tattoo is that hides in the webbing of our thumb and forefinger signifying our Master status.

I express a shuddering breath whe
n the tattoo is complete and I’
m unstrapped from the table. I want to verbally thank Whitt, but it isn’t allowed while we wear the cowls. Instead I reach over and pat his back in thanks. I can feel the tension leave his body as I show my appreciation. I knew that he would worry about whether or not our tattoos pleased me.

The table is rolled away by an unknown person. I try to read their movements, but I can’t. The person is smaller in both frame and stature. I notice the bright pink toenails peeking from the black fabric. I smile when I realize this must be Spy- Spyder of the unknown last name. Master regains her position at the head of the circle. I notice that a very tall person stands to her right- Devlin. Whitt rejoins the circle next to a member who is undoubtedly Niel.

Monica stands nose-to-nose with me and I’
m overcome with the need to take her to the floor and fuck her like an animal. I want to show everyone
that
she is mine and I can take her anywhere and anyway I please.

Her
saucy smirk informs me that I’
m bei
ng obvious with my thoughts. I’
m glad the cowl hid
es my raging erection and that the hood is obscuring my facial expression
. Monica can only see
me because we are standing face-
to
-
face. Her big, brown eyes captivate me and I fall into our bond.
There is nothing on this earth that could force me to hu
rt her. Yes, I’
m rough during sex, but she thrives on my handling. I give her what her body and spirit need.

I want you
I mouth at her. She laughs into the back of her hand. I tug her leash hard, wrapping the thin leather around my fist until it is a few inches in length.

“I don’t think the groom can wait much longer,” Master laughs out. “Master Dexter, please kiss your bride.” Her hand gestures to me, but I move towards Monica so fast I almost miss it.
I grip the leash in my hand and yank hard until her mouth reaches mine.
I bite her bottom lip vi
c
i
ously enough that she squeals as my teeth sink into her flesh. I devour her mouth and she is along for the ride. I control the kiss. I lead my wife and she follows as we dance our mouths, lips, and tongues- teeth- in a searing kiss that completes the bond of our union.

My hand smoothes down her bare back until I grip
her tight ass in my fist. She’
s such a tiny thing that my fingers reach all the way to her slit. I part both sets of her lips- one set with my tongue and other with my fingertips. She moans loudly into my mouth as I eat her pleasure. Her chest and mine presses and retreats as our labored breathing and rapid heartbeats compete with one another.

I grab the back
s
on her thighs and lift until she wraps her legs around my hips. I need her with a single mindedness that borders on insanity.
“Hold on, wife,” I raggedly breathe to her.
I wrench the cowl out from between us. I say a little prayer in thanks that I wore my favorite leathers. The pull away snaps open
with a subtle yank of my finger
tips. I pull the leash tightly behind her back. The leash is clasped to the back of her collar making it the perfect position to arch her back with a small tug. The arching of her back gives me access to her scalding pussy. I slip my cock between the folds of her sex and thrust violently. I tug the leash at the angle that impales me inside her to the root.
“Husband,” screams out Monica’s mouth, just as I taught her weeks ago. Every pleasure and pain I afford her is released with my name- husband.
I take Monica for the first time as my wife in front of a circle
of the closest people to us. I’
m proud to mark my territory to the loose arch of members surrounding us. Even more proud to show the Master the level of need my submissive wife elicits in me.

“You al
ways make me feel like a twelve-year-
old boy during his first wank,” I chuckle as my release builds to astronomical proportions.

“Is that a bad thing?” She asks as she looks deep into my eyes.
“Hell, no, wife, it’s a great thing. I will forever fe
el young with you even when we’
re old and gray. I wil
l make love to you until my last breath,
”
I vow

We embrace tightly with her locked to the front of my body. We kiss slowly with our eyes locked. I don’t t
h
rust and she barely wiggles on me. The force of her clenching pussy is enough to bring me release. Our moans of pleasure mingle as we slowly build towards release.
“I love you, wife,” I whisper as the first waves
of orgasm flow through me. It’
s not a powerful release- it’s sustainable and endless. I feel the thread that bonds us.

“I love you, husband,” she whimpers out as she falls off the precipice of pleasure. I catch her at the bottom as she milks my cock, sucking all my seed into her hungry womb.

We stay like that for a
long moment. We don’t breathe or blink.
We connect
through the softest and longest releases of our lives.

Sound whooshes back to me in a torrent. I can hear the labored breathing of all the guests. No one speak
s or moves with the exception of
rapidly moving chests as they struggle for breath.

I smile
proudly
at my loving wife
and I can’t wait to start our journey together.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present, Mr. and Mrs. Dexter Hayes.” Master says the words among a myriad of shout
s
and calls of congratulations.

Chapter
Twenty-Three

Sitting at the enormous dining
table surrounded by my family i
s amusing as hell as they try to pretend they aren’t
furious at each other. They
’re
trying their little hearts out for us and I truly appreciate it. How Katya is ignorant of it is beyond me. Cort and Marcus trade clever insults across the table. The true resentment is hidden by their snide smirks.

“That fantasy life you live in everyday must come in handy while writing a best seller,” Marcus tosses across the table with a pleasant smile and a
flutter of his long lashes. He’
s simultaneously baiting and flirting with Cort.
Ava laughs while drinking a sip of wine and snorts it into her nostrils. She sputters out the wine, but continues to laugh. “That’s a good one,
Pop
.”

“It’s almost as impressive as when you put innocent people behind bars or when the bad guys go free because you messed up.” Cort angrily retorts. 

Marcus doesn’t return a remark. He sits smugly knowing he finally got under Cort’s skin. He slowly rubs soothing circles on Ava’s back until her face is no longer bright red from coughing.

“
I’m so happy for you guys. That was one hell of a ceremony,” Ezra chuckles.

“Why was it different?” Ava asks in curiosity. I see the gleam in her eye and I know she already knows the answer.
“Don’t be coy, A
va. I know you talked to the little
shit after he left Restraint.” Ezra smiles at his daughter with pride. He seems to enjoy her mischievousness.

“I just wanted to see how Dexter would explain it and watch Monica’s expression as he did.” She snickers.

“How do you all not kill each other on a daily basis? Really, I want to know.” Monica asks looking around the table.

“We all have different things we use as an outlet. It’s a necessity if you live here. We don’t go to bed angry or we at least pretend we aren’t. It’s all a lie and
,
frankly
,
I’m waiting for one of us to snap.”  Ezra angrily glares between Cort
and Marcus. He must think they’
re the instigators.

“They think I don’t know
anything
which is insulting,” Kat grumbles out. “No matter what we do or
say to
each other
,
I know there is
underlying
love
.”
Ava rolls her eyes and looks at Katya like she’s lost her mind. All three men look to her w
ith glazed over eyes and struck-
stupid expressions on their faces. Diane shares a look with Ava that is confusing at best. I think Ava and her grandmother are conspirators.

Monica shrugs at me and gives me a crooked smile. I look at my wife and I’m thankful that I’ve only fell in love with one person. It’s so much simpler this way. There are too many people with conflicting emotions in this house. It makes it feel worse because these people ar
e the only family I have on
earth.

It’s time Monica and I start our own family. This one is so fucked up that I’m glad I have my father’s last name and not my mother’s. I wouldn’t want to be a Zeitler at this day and age. It was an hou
r-
long ordeal just to get past
the paparazzi camped outside of Restraint
and then again to access Shadow
Haven. I wouldn’t want to live this way and then add the resentment boiling below the surface. I shudder to think of what is on the horizon.

We all go different directions after dinner. But the call of
little
ones is too strong to resist.
I follow everyone up to the nursery to say goodnight to the twins.
Baby Ezra is cuddle
d
up in his crib fast asleep. His fair skin and hair make him look like an angel. Azriel is sitting up in her crib chatting with everyone like a tiny lady. Her mass of
auburn curls and bright green
eyes are striking against the
golden
skin tone she inherited from her father. Her small voice is so succinct
and clear I can’t help but smile.
“I want another story,” she chirps.
“We don’t
want to wake your brother. He’
s fast asleep.” Katya schools her daughter.
“I want another story, Velveteen Rabbit.” She demands.
Katya walks to the small bookcase built into the wall of the art themed room. Every wall has murals of different types of art: point
illism, mosaics, impressionism,
and abstracts. Her fingers pull the requested book from t
he shelf without looking.
It
must be
Azriel’s
favorite.

Ever
yone settles on the floor cross-
legged waiting to be entertained.

Katya settles on the floor and opens the book to begin reading.

“No Ava!
” the demanding child orders.

With a heavy sigh Katya
hands the book to Ava. Ava rolls her eyes, but starts reading the story aloud with different accents and tones for the scenes. I immediately see why Azriel requested her sister for the reading, she has a natural talent.

I look around the room watching eve
ryone from where I’
m leaning against the wall near the door. Diane sits in the glider rocker. Monica sits on the carpet riveted by the tiny child who talks like an adult. Katya
is seated
between Ezra’s legs and
contentedly
leans
against his chest. The pair
are
cuddled up as they listen to one child read to the other. I can feel the love radiate off them. Ava reads from the book sitting in the other glider rocker thoroughly engrossed in her performance. I notice two absent from the reading and I worry. I break away from the wall and hurriedl
y seek out the missing men.
“I’
m so fuckin
g sick of your shit, Cort. You’
re just begging me to break you,” Marcus hiss
es
as he stalks Cort
around the study.
I freeze before the cracked study door in
shock as I watch them prowl around the room in anger. I
meld to the wall and watch through the gap between the frame and the door. My eyes widen at the grace they possess as they stalk each other like large felines.