Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (30 page)

“You’re as thick as Marcus and as long as Cort. Fuck,” she hisses.
“Hey now, no comparing cock sizes,” Ezra chastises her
with a wink
. I can hear the humor in his voice.
“I didn’t say anything about yours, Ez
ra
.
None of you have anything to complain about. B
ut I will start tying you
guys
to this
table and fucking you if I don’t get some
from Cort soon.”

Kat sliding down my cock until I’
m fully sheathed
eclipses their collective chuckle
. Whatever ground I had made up flees as I’m flung back into subspace and I stare down at us from the ceiling.
Katya arches her back
as she rides me in a
wave-
like motion rolling her hips. Her head is thrown back with her mouth wide open in a silent moan.
The bend of her back thrusts her breasts forward. I watch
in
rapt
ure
as they b
ounce up and down when she bobs
on me
,
and swirl when she rolls her hips on mine. Someday I want to put tassels on her nipples and have her ride me.
Sensations stream back as I’m flung from the ceiling back into my body when my release starts to build to epic proportions.

“I hope they let us do this again, Dex. This is beyond imaginable.” Kat moans as she nears her peak.

“Me too,” I say because I am unable to form a complex sentence.

We meld into one being as our bodies flow in a
wave of pure pleasure. I choke
in a breath and wheeze out the sounds of my climax since I long ago lost the ability to scream.

Kat rocks faster on me as her hot cunt clenches like an angry fist. She pumps me dry with her spasms coaxing my cock to spill into the sleeve of latex. My body begins
to shake and tremble involuntarily
. My mouth releases a strange sound as my body seizes. My eyes roll back in
to
my
head and my body shakes as my nerves explode.
“Is he okay? I th
ink he may be seizing.” Kat shouts
in a distressed voice.

I try to blink, but my eyelids won’t cooperate, just as my body won’t. The darkness grips m
e as I feel several pairs of
hands lifting me.

“Damn, Kat, how could you do this to his back,” Ezra’s concern floods into my numb body.
I wake lying on a cloud.
I rub my face on the fabric beneath it. I wiggle the rest of my body and feel the same texture. I blink several times before my eyes
stay open for more than a split-
second. I’m lying on a big bed on my stomach. I see people around me, but I can’t concentrate enough to identify them.

“Here, Dex, drink this down.”
Cort wiggles a straw between my lips. It takes a few tries before I can force the liquid up the straw. I almost gag at t
he horrific taste. I want to spi
t, but I don’t have the energy.
“It’s a protein shake. Suck it all up and I’ll give you some water. Drink it slowly, don’t choke,” Cort nurses.

After finishing the vile drink I win my prize. I sip the ice
,
cold water and sigh in bliss. I feel more like myself. I can vaguely think again. I’ve only journeyed to subspace one other occasion and it felt nothing like this. I was beaten briefly and it was over. This time it was euphoric. I could see how a sub could crave the trip. Dominants have their version as well, but it pales in comparison to this. I dread the drop that I fear is coming. 

“Good, can you eat this now?” Cort pushes something gritty against my bottom lip. I open and immediately regret it. I try to push it back out
with my tongue
.
“Hey, eat it. It’s an energy bar, idiot. It won’t kill you. Do this and you won’t feel as hungover later. Be a good boy and I will give you some pain reliever next. Your back doesn’t hurt yet, but it wi
ll.”
I eat the nasty bar piece-by-piece until it’s gone. I’
m rewarded with more water and
three ibuprofen
.

I’
m still blissed out as I feel a tug and pull on my back. I hear a snip followed by another tug and pull. I feel pressure and no pain.
“What’s going on back there? Why can’t I feel anything?”
“You seized and passed out. While you were out
Ezra
numbed you up and he’s stitching a few marks on your back. He’s making tiny sutures. You won’t scar.”
“What is he sewing up?” I want to freak out, but I can’t find the strength.
“A few bite marks tore and two strikes with the cane split you open. I’d ask why you didn’t say something, but I doubt you could. I’m sorry I didn’t pay closer attention. The lighting was
n’t
bright enough. I feel like shit. We let her hurt you bad.”
“I remember feeling wetness on my back,” I offer.

“Ezra
already shot yo
u up with some antibiotics. He
will get you a prescription. We don’t want you to scar or get
sick. You’ll be as good as new,
”
Cort says as he wipes my mouth with a washcloth.

“You should have been a nurse,” I
slur and get flicked in the head for teasing him.
“That was the last one. I did a great job.”
Ez
marvels from his perch on my ass.
“Get off my ass, bastard,”
I groan out as pain starts to th
read through the fog.

He hops off me and spreads a cool gel over my back. I sigh in relief.
“A few of the bites might leave a mark. It’s always the small ones that leave a lasting impression.”
Ez
squeezes my shoulder working out a kink that for
med.
“Where is my wife? Where are
Kat and
Marc
?”
“
Marcus
took the ladies home. We didn’t want to freak Monica out as you seized. Your back was bloody. I didn’t want her seeing it. Kat was scared that you
’d kill her when you woke. She’
s upset that she hurt you. She lost control.” Cort
says despondently
.

“She’s played with
me
a handful of times. Her usual victim is Cort. We don’t allow her to stretch her sadist wings.
We’ll
have to find her someone to work with or allow her to work on me. I’m so sorry,
Dex
. I-”
Ezra
’
s
eyes are glossy and his face pales. I can see the sincerity in his expression.

“We couldn’t see what she was doing since the light was so dim. Plus, I was slightly distracted,” Ez says as his eyes cut towards Cort showing what distracted him. “I didn’t think she would lose control. It’s our fault. Please don’t blame her.”

“It’s alright, I understand. I want to warn you of something before I forget. I see a split in her. You need to have
her talk to her, Ezra
. I
know you understand how the divide feels
, but
now you’
re
in control
even
when
you’re
Master Ez
.
Katya is so new at this and not in control when her inn
er-sadist comes out to play
.”

“A few times she’s lost control with Cort. I noticed the sign
s and wheeled her back in. We’
ll work on it. I
’m
so sorry,”
Ez
winces out as he
stare
s
at my back.

He starts to massage my shoulders and arms again. I close my eyes in relief. I hurt from being restrained for too long.
“How is Monica? I feel sick. I enjoy other people, but I don’t want her issues to manifest and jealousy to grip her.”

“Don’t wo
rry, she enjoyed every second. Marcus
-um…”
Ez
breaks off when I growl at him over my shoulder.
He better not have touched my wife.
My inner-
caveman crawls from his cave
dragging
a club ready to bludgeon Marcus. I’ve never been so possessive in my life of any of my submissives, not even Tobias. There is something about Monica that makes me an animal. It’s the same thing that revels in the word Husband.
I’
m fine with sharing, but it is my decision. I will never share my wife with my cousin
. T
hat is crossing a line. I realize I’ve had sex with two out of the three of his lovers. It isn’t the same. It’s the equivalent of fucking Diane.

“Hey,”
he commands with a scowl as he digs
his fingers
into the meat of my shoulder. “He
didn’t touch your wife, no on
e did. He
gave her
some advice and joined us
on the couch to watch. Monica discreetly took matters into her own hands.”

I brea
thed a sigh of relief that I do
n’t have to beat my only blood relation to death with my bare hands.
The most surprising effect is that I could feel my body react to the news that Monica masturbated while watching her friend dominate
me. It makes me proud that she’
s so comfortable with herself now. I close my eyes as a smile spreads
across
my face and my cock throbs for my wife. I sigh out in pleasure as
Ezra
massages my aches away and I pass into oblivion.

Epilogue

“Students, I know you’re all worked up right now. Since everyone was
so
attentive this evening you’
re
excused to play in the dungeon. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, boys and girls,” I say with a wink.

I twist back to the chalkboard and inwardly wince. It h
as been almost two weeks and I’
m still hurting. Today I
decided
that whether or not I was sitting at home or training my students
, I was going to
hurt either way. In my absence Marcus took over all the training.

I was shocked when I entered my room to find
twenty
desks filled with students. Katya’s overzealous scene scared the shit out of Marcus. He demanded
that all the Masters and several of the
submissives
had
to train. I thought the previously trained Masters would take issue with the demand, but they sat absorbed while Marcus and I tag teamed the lesson.

Our membership is on
the rise to the point that we’
re considering expansion of the club. The upper
floors house apartments
and Ezra wants to convert a few into more private dungeons and themed rooms. Restraint was always small with a select clientele that hunted in the public section of the club. The new influx of patrons and members fill the tiny club to capacity with people lining several blocks up the street.

Ezra and Cortez are the redesigning
team
while Marcus and I are teaching. W
e hope the training is infectious
and contaminates the membership. The Masters of Restraint got cranky when they lost their playtime
, but it’s for the benefit of Restraint.

The club is still closed until farther notice. We have the security ready to go, but Marcus wants to make sure we’re at our best before we open the front doors. The riots and the paparazzi have taken a toll on all of us and now we’re scared to have Restraint up and running. The arrival of Master Fontaine has our tails between our legs. Weirder yet is that Devlin never once said he was the head Master of the Authority. If the Master of all Masters is scared for us, surely we have a problem. And that problem is leaking like a sieve.

I lean against the chalkboard and stifle
a laugh as
all
the
students
pair up for the dungeon. It’s like biology class with the students looking for a lab partner. Instead of dissection they are learning the biology of reproduction- hopefully conception free.

The enigma that is Dalton looks frightened of Kristal. I don’t know what she sees in the douche bag, but every chance she gets she tries to entice him into a scene. He stares at the floor anxiously while she flirts with him. Whitt being the knight and shining armor
type
comes to the rescue and Dalton visibly relaxes.
My tight and itchy sutures demand that I find a cozy spot to vegetate. I follow the herd out to the dungeon and sigh in bliss as I drop onto
one of
the new couch
es
.
The best thing Marcus ever did for the dungeon was placing the seating area so it faces the stage
. If those attention whores want to be watched we might as well watch
them
from a cushy seat.