Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (4 page)

“Why? And what makes you think we do that here?”
I sigh and act bored. I pick a hangnail on my finger as if I’m not paying her any attention.
“I figure
d
it’s better than self defense training. That only gives you an
outlet if you have an attacker. But
here I could
do that on someone who wants it,
”
she says eagerly.
“I’m sorry. We’re
not for you. It is a poor idea to use your sub in frustration or anger.
It leads to disastrous results,” I say in annoyance.
I turn my back to her and smile.

“No! I explained it wrong,” she yelps in frustration and taps me on the back.

I slowly turn to her with a bored expression on my face. I gaze at the hand that touched me and smirk.

“
I would
n’t
be angry or frustrated. I have things I want to work out with help.
I need to feel in control of something. I… I’m a nice person. I wouldn’t be mean,
”
she pleads.
“Why did you think to come here to find your guidance?”
I arch one brow at her and wait.
“The paper and the news,
”
she says bashfully.
I roll my eyes i
n response. I hate the
news hounds, the paparazzi, and the constant spotlight. Every member of Restraint h
as been targeted by those blood-
sucking mosquitoes. When will it ever
end?
We promise members an
onymity. Now people flock in groves to become a member as we lose valuable members from the unwanted attention. Soon Restraint will become the
violent
joke the paper makes it out to be.
  

I raise my hand in a goodbye gesture and start to walk away. She grab
s
one
of my
wrist
s
to halt my escape.
“Listen, I’m not some freak. I’
m a strong person who has needs. Something happened to me and I don’t want to be the victim any longer.” Her feminine voice is strong and sincere.
“What’s your name?” I decide to be charitable. I
’ve
had a shitty night, no sense being a bastard to
her because of it.
I’ve played with her long enough.
“Greta,
” she says softly and pulls her shoulders back. “
Gre
ta Wilson,
”
she says in a voice that matches her fierce gaze.

“Okay, Greta
,
I’
m going to tell you a secret. There are only two people who train in the area.
One is me and the other is my Master. He currently has a
trainee and will be unavailable for at least the next two years. After that he has a waiting list a mile long. I have a waiting list as well. I
haven’t trained anyone in over two
year
s
. I really have to think about this. This is a real commitment.”
“I understand,” she says as her eyes cast
down
to the floor. It’
s the first fis
sure in her confidence that I’ve seen and I hate it. I don’
t e
njoy breaking the strong as my M
aster does.
“I have an important meeting in a few minutes. I have to go, but I will think it throu
gh this evening. Meet me here
tomorrow night at seven pm and I will give you an interview. It’s hard to judge someone in this light with the music blaring and the chaos swarming around us. We need to sit down and discuss this. Okay?”
“Yes,” she says relieved. “Seven o’clock tomorrow night.”
She turns on her heel without another word. I watch as she weaves around people blocking her path and walks right out the front doo
r.
Who am I kidding? I know I’
m going to train her, and not because I want to fuck her. If I wanted that I would
just fuck her and drop her. I’
m going to train her because
I can feel her control and self-
respect. The hunter in me found another hunter to mentor. I smile because at least one good thing came out of this evening
.

Chapter Five

I sit next to my cousin, our Master
- Marcus,
as I wait for the meeting to start. I stare at the man who puts my power to shame. Even if he wasn’t family I would trust him implicitly. We share similar features, bl
ack ringlets that I despise
and warm brown eyes. The bastard got my share of the height, but I got the muscle definition, so it’s a wash. I smirk at the man and he smirks back.

He sits at the power position at the head of the table with me to his right. Our seating is by
hierarchy, not when we became M
asters, but our level of power.

On my right is Cortez Abernathy and directly across the table is his husband, Ezra Zeitler, both of which I trained. The seat to our Master’s left is empty waiting for its occupant.
Next to Ezra sits Syn
. By rights she should sit next to Cort, but the pair will come to blows. It’s best to keep them separated. It’s bad enough with them facing one another. On Cort’s right is Daniel Whittenhower- Whitt.
Bringing up the lower end of dominance
is Queen sitting next to Whitt and Aaron sitting directly across the table from her.
And
the disrespectful fuck, Dalton- our weakest link
sits next to Queen
. Syn glares at him with disgust.
Across the table, sitting next to
Aaron
is
our newest Master,
Alex.
Personally, I would tweak the
hierarchy
. I’m not sure why Marcus place
d
two of his strongest dominates at the end of the table- Whitt and Queen. Queen should be at his right and Whitt at his left. Instead he tossed them in the low end of the
ranks. I don’t question him because he wouldn’t explain
it
if I did.

Huddled around the end of the table are the visiting Masters and t
he reason for this meeting. We’
re still missing the head honcho for the country- Devlin Conrick. He makes our Master look like a marshmallow. 

Ah- our Master’s pride and joy strolls in
gazing
at her husbands with absolute adoration, but she doesn’t go to them. She kneels before our Master and kisses his hand. He pets her hair and points
to the seat next to him.
She’
s just below me in power. I trained her for several months and she was an
apt pupil. She always possessed
an
inner-
strength, something my Monica sorely lacks.
The past year our Master has fashioned her into his image.
She can be scary as fuck. She’
s developed needs similar to his along with the fascination of delivering pain.

Katya senses my scrutiny and looks up at me. She blushes bright red- as she always does when looking at me- and gazes at the table in embarrassment. Someday we will have our reward, Katya.
Kat
ya, Cort, and Ezra also employ
the rule of monogamy with the exception for our Master
-
on his order
s. He is the one they answer to.
He
is the one who hears your requests. He not only has the pleasure of making our second strongest Master bend to his will, he receive
s
our third and fourth
’s
as well. He’
s been a very happy and satisfied man as of late. He glances at his family with humor and affection as if sensing the direction of my thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper to Cort, the man I betrayed years ago. I didn’t realize the pain associated with the act until I saw Monica and Dalton.
“For what?”
He asks me in confusion as a smile plays along his lips.
Ten years ago, as I was training Ezra as a dominant, I experienced my first and only sex with a man. I hadn’t known the complications between Ezra and Cort. Cort blackened my eye and a year later came to train with me as well. It’s been a tough road
for us. We’
ve finally reached a place of friendship.

“I now know
what it feels like to see the l
ove of your life betray you. I’m sorry for any pain I caused,
”
I say with the greatest sincerity I can muster.

“All is forgiven, you know that. I don’t blame you. I blamed myself for a long time. I’ve let it go.” He grasps my shoulder in a manly touch of affection.
“How do you stand it?” I nod towards our Master.
“
Stand what?”
“Him touching her,
”
I whisper.

“I will admit that I can be a jealous bastard. I can share her freely with them because I love watching the pleasure on her face
and
knowing I allowed it. You saw
how she looked
at us
when she came in, like the sun rises and sets with us. I kno
w she loves her Master, but I’
ll never doubt her love for me.  Now if someone else were to toss her on the table and take her- I’
d kill them
. My jealousy is deeper with Ezra, but I’m working on it. I can’t share him freely
and I doubt I’ll ever be able to
.”
“I don’t know what to do. I can’t erase the vision in my mind. Worse is
that it was
Dalton.” I cringe in remembrance.

“That asshole?
I’ll help you kick his dinky, drab ass
.” He stares at the man in question and glares.
“Piece of advice-
rewrite
the memory. I asked that when you
and Katya finally
have your reward that Ezra joins you. This time I would freely give him to you and it would
be my decision.”
“No
way could I stand to watch him fuck her again. I couldn’t put her through it either.”
My stomach rolls at the thought and
I want to vomit.
“Yeah, I get that. I see you as a friend so it’s different. I suggest someone close in trust to you. Watch them together and overwrite the memory.”

“Thank you, I truly appreciate it.” I raise my eyebrows at him. “Do you really want me to fuck you
r husband?” I ask in awe.
“I think
I do. If you decide to play with others ask our Master for permission. I’m sure he would be very pleased.” His face lights up with amusement as he looks to the man at the head of the table who is teasing several of the members.

“You don’t have to answer, but
are you
screwing
him too?”
We all want to know- Masters
gossip
worse than little old ladies.
“It’s complicated. He wants me to make love to Ezra and I refuse. I want to, but I have to hold s
ome control when it comes to Marcus
. It feels like a wi
n every time I disobey him. He’
s creative with his punishments though. I’ve done things I never thought possible.”

“What does he make you do?”
I ask intrigued.
“
Uh-huh, not going there
. Most of the things are beyond humiliating. The worst is that Kitten enjoys my pu
nishments with great vigor. She’
s turning into quite the tiny
sadist.
Let’s just say that force is their favorite hobby and when I say no they make it a yes.” His entire body shudders.

I want to question that further when the doors to the meeting room open. In walks Devlin Conrick and I want to cower in my chair, so I sit up straighter. The Master of the
National BDSM Lifestyle A
uthority
remind
s me of a stalking panther. He’
s black as midnight, bald a as a cue ball, tall, and built. He looks amazing in his black suit and purp
le shirt. What
captivates
everyone in his path is his pale blue eyes. He looks as if he is staring out of water. His eyes and his commanding presence are a thing to behold. I develop a massive case of envy. This man I would allow to take my first born if it pleased him.