Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (28 page)

“Monica,” I yell from my study hoping the sound travels down the hall.

My cock is trying to burrow up inside me. He doesn’t
want to do it either. My inner-
caveman rolls a boulder in front of his cave and waves goodbye at me before he closes himself in. He doesn’t want anything to do with it either. We finally have amazing sex on a regular basis. We’re kind of raw right now from all the friction
. My cock and my inner-caveman are scared shitless.
I’m a sadist who is fri
ghtened of another sadist.

My mind rolls through all my concerns
and highlights on Monica. She’s who we’
re worried about. We don’t want to lose the best thing that’s ever happened to us.

I can hear Monica padding down the hallway. My cock fills with blood in anticipation. The boulder slides to the side and the caveman
peeks
his face out in curiosity.

“Dexter?” She smiles at me.
“Come here, wife,” I growl
.
I draw her into my lap and run my hands up her t-shirt. It’s the t-shirt Kat bought her
I entered the dungeon at Restraint and lived to tell the tale.
I moan in pleasure when I
notice the only thing she’
s wearing is the shirt. I hastily pull my sore cock from the confines of my pajama bottoms and enter her in one thrust. My cock can find her cunt in the dark at a hundred paces. He has a homing beacon placed inside her- his seed.

“Husband,” she moans. Now when I hear the word husband I nearly climax, even when it’s said on the TV and not from Monica’s mouth. I’ve conditioned myself that the word means
instant
pleasure.

I hand her the note a
s I slowly rock her on me. She’s still so
tight that all I have to do is sheath my dick and I could cum just resting inside her as she clenches around me. Me, my cock, and caveman-I, are worried that she will leave us if we go through with the reward. We show her the invitation while we make love to her hoping it’s not our last time.

“You’re worried about me, aren’t you?” she giggles at me.
“Yes,” I say bashfully.

“Don’t. I want to watch. Katya warned me long ago about the reward. It was an agreement made before I was even your submissive.” 
“I wor
ry that when you watch us you’
ll be upset. You can tell yourself something, but you never know how you will react until you see it with your own eyes.”

“I’m okay with it, so you tie her up and fuck her. It’s not like you’re making love to her. There is a big difference. You taught me that w
hen I was with Tobias.”
“Yeah,
see there is a difference.” I draw her in close and squeeze her tight. I tell her my biggest worry about the reward.
“She won’t b
e the one tied up,” I say roughly.
“
I can almost guarantee it.”
“What?” Monica asks in confusion.
“Yeah, Ezra and I made this stupid bet about how long Tobias would last with Heidi. He had gone six months without sex. I said
two minutes
. Ezra said a minute
thirty
. It was all in good fun until Kat joined the wager. She bet under thirty seconds. We laughed at her. Tobias didn’t last a fucking thrust. Hell, he was clopping cum on the floor before he even entered Heidi.”
“Men,” she says as she shakes her head in exasperation. “When will you ever learn,” she laughs out. “No way could a young man last long after that kind of wait. What did she get for winning the wager?”
“The scene was her choice- every second of it,” I gulp out.

Two years ago that wouldn’t have been an issue. She was nice and innocent. She wanted me bad enough that she would have
fucked me fast. Now her
tutelage
under Marcus has twisted her into a wicked bitch and with her frustrations with the three men in her
life, I’
m fucking screwed.

“You’ll be okay, Dexter.” My wife sweetly reassures me. I know it’s a
lie, but I appreciate the sentiment
.
 

Chapter
Twenty-Five

Monica and I walk into Restraint hand
-in-
hand. It’s early on a Sunday night and Restraint is closed. It’s a different experience when you see the club without the music, lights, flowing alcohol, the smell of pheromones, and the suffocation of packed bodies filling every inch of space. It brings the nagging worry of the mole and the possibility of Restraint’s chapter being dissolved from the Authority. I shudder at the thought of all we’ve accomplished in twelve years breaking apart because of one jealous bitch.
I agree with Generation Next, may Adelaide Whittenhower rot in hell along with her mole
and whoever’s pulling their strings
.

I squeeze Monica’s hand in fear. My biggest fear isn’t the pain
Kat
will cause me or the humiliation. We
ll, it is a type of humiliation- flaccidness.
My cock is hiding out near my body try
ing not to get involved.
I shudder again.
“It’s going to be alright, Dexter. It’s not your execution. Kat is a gorgeous woman. She knows what she’s doing. Don’t you trust her?”
I sigh heavily and let that be my answer. No, I don’t trust Kat to treat me with my best interests in mind. I trust her to treat me with hers in mind. My body beads with sweat as my mind conjures up scenarios that aren’t arousing.

We enter the main dungeon in the pitch dark. A hand grabs me roughly and I squeak like a girl.

“I warned you before, Cousin, that if you yell like a girl some man may mistake your pretty ass for one.” Marcus chuckles at me.

“Asshole,” I mutter under my breath.
“I’ll let that go since Kat will be punishment enough tonight,” he evilly laughs as he bags my head in a hood.
“Why are we using the initiation hoods?”
“Ambiance,” he laughs again
, “
I
t’s
more fun for us this way.”
“Joy,” I deadpan.

“Monica, Ezra is a few feet to your left. He will escort you into our room.
He and
Cort will keep you company.” Marc says kindly to my wife.
“Thanks,” she says to Marcus. “Marco,” she chuckles out.
“Polo,” says a smoky voice
filled with amusement.
“Ha! I found you,” Monica says with excitement. “I’ll see you in a minute, husband,” says her fleeting voice.
And as with every time I hear the word
husband
my cock is struck with lightening and my brain goes dizzy from blood loss. I don’t have to fear erectile dysfunction with my wife around. I hope my enemies never find out that the word husband is my Viagra.

Nimble fingers take advantage of my distraction and zip strip my wrist
s
behind my back
.
“Hey,” I say as I struggle with
zest. I hate this blacker than death bullshit. I remember it from my initiation and hated it then. I always sympathize with the initiate.

“Why?” I ask when I finally give up my fruitless struggles.
Marcus only laughs at me. He allowed me to tire myself out as I fought for freedom. I’m sure I am amusing the hell out of him.

“Well, now
,
I knew that Katya was
n’t
strong enough to take you down. And you won’t willing
ly
allow someone to top you. Kat and you are almost the same in will, but you are a hell of a lot stronger. Plus
,
you don’t seem to bend to even the strongest master. So
I had to catch you by surprise,
”
he laughs at me.

“Surprise,” he
yells
out.

“Asshole,” I say louder this time.
His response to my insult is to laugh harder. I growl and start heading
in
the direction of the hallway. The dungeon is big, but the center is empty
because of the stage
. I can navigate it in total darkness. Plus
,
I can make out the faint light
through the fabric of the hood. The light is
at the end of the hallway
glowing
from the security keypad. I head for the lights since my torture awaits me on the other side.

I’
ve only
been topped once in my life- my initiation. Marcus beat me with a whip. He said that I had to learn the feel of pain before I could accurately deliver it. I breathed through the pain and entered subspace for the first time in my life. I came from the pain. It gave me a new understanding. I’ve adopted the same technique- do not
utilize
what you’ve never experienced.
Marcus gave me the whip when he was finished as a reward. I’ve
used that whip every session since
. I may not trust Katya, but I trust Marcus infallibly
. I hate being a bottom, but I’
m safe. He will not al
low Katya to hurt me- too much.

I cockily stride to the door and stop. I snicker at finding my way without help.
I wish I could see more
th
en I would type in the damn code,
too.
“Don’t even t
ry it, you’ll miss and then I’
ll have to reboot the system,” Marcus chastises me figuring out that I was going to try and type the numbers in- asshole!
I not so patiently wait as I hear the beeps of four numbers and the beep signifying the door unlatched. I tap my toe as the air moves around me when the door is flung open. Marcus pushes me with a hand on my back until my feet move forward. I head slightly to the right knowing the layout of the
mini-dungeon. The apartment-like
side is to the left. Marc’s hands grip my shoulders and lifts until my feet aren’t on the floor. I stifle my need to struggle. Struggling will only delay the inevitable.
I try to slow my breathing- in through the nose and out through the mouth. It’s not working.

I’m set on my feet and a heavy hand holds me in place.
“Are you going to fight?” The fingers tighten waiting for my response.

“No, Marcus, there is no sense.” I say truthfully. I feel the fingers loosen as he gauges my honesty.
“Don’t move,” he commands.
I stand still as he
starts to remove my clothing
. My cock runs and hides and my balls shrivel up into raisin
s
. A dude touching me is one thing- it’s gross that it’s Marcus.

“I can do it. I won’t run. Just please let me do it myself.” I beg.

I feel the air move as he steps away from me.
A snick and my hands are free from the cable tie.
I hurriedly remove my
Smack my bitch up
t-shirt. I toe my leather dress shoes off and kick them to the side. I hear the thump as they connect with an object.

I have on my second favorite pair of leathers on today. Monica and I gave the last pair a workout. I have several pairs on backorder for replacements. These pants are supple, black leather tightly fitted to my body. The waist is
created from
large
metal rings hooked into the
leather
that show a glimpse of flesh as I move. The pants ride low on my hips. A ring is directly over the top of my bulge. A move of my hips and I can pull my cock out the ring. The pants are going unused this evening since I have to be unclothed. I wore them for the exact opposite reason. I wanted to stay dressed with just my cock in contact with Katya. Que Sera
,
Sera…

When I’
m completely naked and giving an unimpressive showing
,
Marcus’ hands are back maneuvering me into place.
The cold
touch
of metal is pressed against my feet and forehead.
Warm fingers attach my feet to a metal bar. My hands are lifted and strapped to the top bar.
A
leather strap is cinched around my back and then around my stomach. There is nothing supporting my body except for the straps on my ankles and wrists.

The hood is abruptly jerked over my head and light blinds me. I blink several times through the sting unti
l my vision begins to clear. I’
m facing the gray, back wal
l. The
rack of toys hangs to my left and beneath it
are the apothecary style drawers
holding all the tiny torture devices. The exit is to my right. I can hear quiet murmuring at my back in the location of the sofas
. My eyes take in the object I’
m strapped to.