Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (7 page)

“Master, I’m to blame for my own actions,” she whispers.

“And you’re not capable of making good choices.
I’m sorry, but
you have to become a permanent submissive. No longer can you skate the fine line between living in the lifestyle and being one of the norm
. I can’t trust you to take care of yourself. You have a lot to learn. Most importantly you have to grow the
hell
up
and lose this selfish way of thinking
. This isn’t your punishment- this is your reality.”
I stand and offer her my han
d. She immediately takes it. I’
m so starved for the touch of her skin that when her fingers twine with mine I almost moan.
I walk her to the guestroom because
you do not sleep with the woman who just betrayed you
.
I love her and I need her, but she disrespected me and allowing her to cuddle up to
me
would mean I disrespect myself as well.
“This is your room until you learn that you need to respect yourself. In disrespecting yourself you disrespected me
.
You and I are mutually exclusive now. What you do to yourself
,
you do to me.
You will not
be treated as my
girlfriend
. You will be treated as my submissive.
I will not talk feelings with you except for your own. I may not even hold a conversation with you. If you lea
rn and grow as a person and
trust me, I will trust you
. You have a long road ahead of you, Monica.”

I read her face as she comes to terms with her predicament. I wonder if she knows that her entire life has built to this very moment. Her fear of inadequacy led her to me, forced me to retrain her. I now, not only
have to
retrain her as a submissive, but as a person.

I cup her neck in my hands tempted to just squeeze and end this torment. I stare into her eyes
and
I’
m overwhelmed. My fingers trail along her jaw until her head is cradled in my hands. I stroke her with my thumbs.
I kiss her tenderly, full of all the love and adoration I hold for her.
“This is the last time I will say this for a very long time.” I almost cry out the words.

“I love you, Moni
ca,” I whisper across her lips. I will not say those words again unless and until she has the courage to say them to me in return.
I turn and walk into the bathroom because I need the privacy. I silently cry as I say goodbye to the lif
e we’ve built for two
year
s-
I mo
u
rn. Trust is broken, rules change, and then you move on. I just hope that when this is over we move forward to a better way of life. It’s too scary to think of what may happen if I fail her, she will be irreparable.

It’s tough love time, b
ut I don’t have to be cruel. I’
m going to miss telling her my feelings. I
will miss the sensation of
I love you
falling from
my lips. This fucking hurts.

I hold the belief that everything h
appens for a reason. God sent
Monica
to me
because I’
m the one that can fix her injured soul. I can complete her.
Please don’t let me fail her,
I pray.
“Pull down the sheets, get undressed, and lay down. I need to tend to your skin.” I order my
submissive
as I walk back into the bedroom.

I hold a wince as I see the bruises that bloom on her body. I
revisit
to the bathroom to collect s
upplies. When I return she is l
ying naked on the bed as I requested.

She’
s covered in rope
burns,
some even bled and
are
scabbed over. Bruises mar her breasts, thighs, and I even notice one on her cheek.
“How did that happen to you
r cheek?” I ask calmly trying
not
to
frighten her.

“He was angry when he didn’t get a rise out of you. He hit me because I wasn’t as important to you as he assumed.” Her voice breaks, but she holds the cry that is building. Good girl, I told you not to cry and you aren’t. I can’t hear her cry- it will
wreck
me.

I feel bad that he hurt her over my acting skills, but never allow your enemies to know your currency. They will know how to bend your will if they ever find the one thing that makes your heart
bleed
.
I inspect my submissive. I was angry for Dalton brutally fucking my girlfriend
, but nothing compares to the fury that boils through me kn
owing he dared to touch my submissive
.

A girlfri
end is independent and
still lives the
ir life separate of their boyfriend. They make their own decisions and live by the consequences. But a submissive
is property.
Their only choice is their Master’s choice.
You can cheat with a g
irlfriend,
but it’
s
theft
to touch someone’s property. My mind has already changed my
view on Monica.
I own her and he touched her.

It sounds sick even inside my own head, but I feel a stronger
connection to her as my true submissive
than I did as my girlfriend. Her life depends on mine.

I gently apply salve to her burned skin. I rub lotion into her sore m
uscles as I tell myself that I’
m just c
aring for my property. It’s not about emotions. I
t’s
just
taking care of your investment. But that doesn’t change a
damned thing.
I still love the way her silky ski
n slides beneath my fing
er
tips
and palms.
I love the sounds of pleasure spilling from her parted lips. Hell, it has me panting right along with her. I should be angry as hell, not ready to make love to her- to reconnect.

I part her thighs. I worry that
he was too rough with her. She’
s small and I’ve torn her a few times myself.
Her bare lips are red and raw. I
slowly part them and hiss. She’
s rubbed raw and I notice a little blood on her.
“What happened?” I try to mask my worry, but a ting
e slips passed.
“I didn’t want him on me. I scrubbed myself clean. I knew you wouldn’t touch me if he was still on my skin.” Her shame slams into me and I almost fall off the bed.
“AH!” Give me the strength to get through this shit. I rub my face trying to think how to fix th
is. She’
s
acting like a victim and she is. She’s
a victim of
her own
self-loathing
.

I reach over to the nightstand and grab a bottle of lubricant. It’s the only thing I can think of to moisturize her area without hurting
her. I pour a large amount on
my fingers and slowly smooth it over her abused skin. She whimpers from the pain and squirms from the pleasure. I slide on
e
finger inside
of her checking for tears. She’
s okay inside. That worries me more- all the damage she sustained is self-inflicted.
“This body i
s mine. Do you understand, p
et
?” I say low. I don’t raise my voice in anger. I get quie
ter.
“Yes, Master, this
body is yours.”
She sounds sure and trusting.
“Good.
It’s
mine. You will take good care of it
for me
,
”
I warn.
I can’t help
myself seeing her spread out for me in pain. I bend down and suckle her clit with my lips. I lick over it and moan from the taste. Her body is mine and I want it to feel pleasure. I won’t use her tonight. It would
be cruel to the both of us. W
e’
re used to making love
or playing. Sex with your submissive
is about the M
aster’s needs. Right now my need is to have her come against my mouth.
I use a finger
tip to pull the hood off
her clit and press my tongue
directly on the swollen
nub. I swirl in circles as I add a finger inside
of
her. I allow her to moan and move with me. To
night has been difficult enough.
I’m not going to train her on the
proper way to respond to your M
a
ster’s ministrations.
My inner-
caveman howls in victory as she climaxes. We’ve waited all night to mark her as our own, to show her no one can give her the pleasure
that
we can. She moans my name a few times, but I allow it because I love the sound as much as I love the sound of her name from my lips. Starting tomorrow I will have no name
other than Master or Sir
.

As her aftershocks wane I stand up and tuck the covers around her. I stare down at her as her big
,
brown eyes
gaze back filled with trust. Good, that’s a start.

“When you get up in the morning I will have a list you must follow. It will contain everything from what you’re to eat to what chores you ha
ve to do after work. While you’
re at work you will mind Katya. The list will also tell you what to eat for lunch. I’ve always hated how y
ou treat your body. Thin doesn’
t equate a good person or even attractiveness. You will gain weight and exercise. Tobias will help you with this. D
o not disappoint me again, Monica
,
”
I threaten.

I close my eyes shearing up my will. I come to a conclusion, just do the opposite of what I really want to do. I want to make love to her
,
so I don’t. I want to crawl in
to
bed with her and hold her all night, so I walk away and sleep alone.

“This body is mine,” I say a
s
I run a hand down the length of her body through the blankets. “Take care of it for me.”
“This mind is mine,” I rub her temple as I speak. “Do not think negative thoughts about my body and my mind. Nurture this body and mind as you would my soul.”

I walk away before I lose my nerve and crawl into bed next to her.

Chapter
Seven

“Hey, Dex,”
Katya says from the doorway of
my personal dungeon. “Nice,” she says as she sees my new décor. I laugh at what I turned my sanctuary into.
“
What
are
you up to, Kat?”
I straighten up a few of the new additions to my room and smile to myself.
“I just finished my five minutes in hell with the Devil.” She sits at a desk and clasps her hands on the top. I laugh at the innocent expression she gives me. Katya is innocent no more. She, however, was an apt pupil. She looks cute at the school desk.

“It seems I’
m a person of intere
st. We all read Adelaide’s tell-
all book because it was filled with shit about us. But did you know that there is an underground publication called
G
eneration
Next
? It exposes
members from all over the world,
especially those who wish to remain anonymous. The Devil is trying to blame this shit on us too because it doesn’t involve anyone from our area. It’s some really juicy shit. I want to subscribe it’s such a guilty pleasure. And I mean reall
y guilty.” She smirks.
“There’
s even a website that you have to subscribe to. Some bastard is making a ton of money off this. I have no clue how they get their information. But it clears us and makes us suspects at the same
time. We definitely have a leak
, but how the fuck would they know what’s happening on the other side of the country?”
“If that’s the case we won’t lose our chapter then. The entire organization would have to fold up since it involves all of us.” My mood lightens even with what is happening at home. This intrigues the shit out of me.
“Yup, I have no clue who’s doing it, but I want to get my hands on that publication.” Her eyes twinkle with mischief. I can see the wheels churning in her head. She and her husbands run a publishing corporation.
“I’m guessing you don’t mean to read it,” I laugh out. “They would fry us if you bought the rights to it.”

“Once a publisher- always a publisher,” she snickers out. “I didn’t say I was going to do i
t, but a girl can dream ya know,
”
she says wistfully.