Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (8 page)

‘So…” She drags out and smiles at me. “My Master sent me to talk to you. I hear you’re having some trouble with my girl.”
“Yeah, trouble doesn’t cover it,
”
I growl.
“I’ve waited for this to happen. Ya know the first time I met her I could see inside her. I didn’t even know what I was at the time. I just saw how she felt about herself. The stronger I honed my dominance the more obvious it became. I have confidence in you, Dexter, or I wouldn’t have sent her to you to begin with. This needs to happen and you know it.”
“Shit, Kat! How can you separate yourself from your Master and your husbands? How do you do that?”

“Ah- I knew it. You haven’t bonded with her.” She looks smug.

“I love her,” I say in confusion.
“Alright, here is the thing. I always knew that I was a switch.
I love dominating those weaker than me. I love taking care of them and meeting their needs. Hell, I’m topping Cort
right
now. What a fucking rush that is.” Her eyes glaze over as if she’s high.

“
I met Ezra and I allowed him to dominate me. I felt a small pull, but I could defy
him with no problem.
Most
of the time
,
I just obeyed him out of respect.
I was drawn
to the commanding nature of my M
aster. The first time I made love to him
,
with the knowledge of
who
he was
,
my
life came into
sharp
focus. I was frightened. It felt as if we were bound by an invisible force- nothing will separate it. I would follow that man into hell if he bids it. I know he won’t, so I’m safe. But it was terrifying. The bond works both ways by the way. He can no more harm me than I him.
And it isn’t just about sex, either. He has the same hold over Ezra and Cort and they have it over him.
If you have no idea what I am talking about than you haven’t bonded to Monica yet.”
“I love her,” I repeat.
“Do not mistake the con
nection for love. I respect my M
aster- I love my husbands. I was worried at first about that. I will say that he is integral to my survival. I would be lost without my partner in cri
me. No one gets me like he does,
”
she gloats.

“He’s turned you into a fucking lunatic.” I laugh at the expression on her face as she talks about my cousin.

“Nope, I love who I am. He helped me find the real me. I feel fulfilled.”
She gazes up at me with a peaceful expression. It’s the knowledge that even with all this stressful shit erupting around
us;
she has people she can count on.
“You can’t honestly say you don’t love him,”
I say skeptically.

“It’s not love. I can’t explain it. Ez and Cort have asked me this too. It’s strong. Unless you experience it you’ll have no clue what I’m talking about.”

“So we are less if we don’t experience this with our subs?”
I arch a brow in challenge.

“I’m no submissive. I serve my M
aster willingly and out of respec
t. He treats me as an equal. I’
m
always
given an option
. Like last night with the blow
job. I can read him. He was telling me I
needed to do it for all of the M
asters, the members, and the club. I made the decision. He would have been disappointed in me, but he wouldn’t have punished me. He gets off on m
y compliance
. In the end he sees me as
an equal
or he wouldn’t love it so much when I submit. But…” She trails off as she thinks.
“Monica is a different story. She needed someone strong enough to dominate her. But not for the reason everyone thinks. She feels no need t
o dominate anyone. She needs a M
aster strong enough to dominate the one inside her own mind.” She taps her temple.
“Are you strong enough, Dex? Can you break her internal walls and defenses? Can you break the shield she carries always, whether it’s her hairstyle, clothing choice,
or
her bitchiness
?
None
of that is the real Monica. Can you help her find the real her leaving her fulfilled? I want the friend I see hiding inside.”

I turn from her and wipe the stray tear that betrays the waves of emotions wracking me.
“God, I hope so, Katya,”
I whisper roughly
avoiding her gaze.
“I know you will, Dexter, because you love her.” She says confidently.
“Just admit it.
You
love him a little bit, don’t ya?” I hold my forefinger and thumb up parting them an inch.

She just shrugs
as if to say:
what are ya gonna do?

“I knew it! You do! Holy fuck, Kat!”

She smirks at me.

“Admit it.
He
fucks them, doesn’t he?”
She just shrugs and smirks
“You are infuriating,” I whine.

“Just wait, it will probably be in the next issue of
Generation Next
.” She says smugly.

“Jesus, I love my life.” She stands and stalks towards me.
There really is something different about her than a year and a half ago. Another year or two she will be a force to be reckoned with. The Devil better hide when Kat stalks in.

“My Master has a message for you, Dexter” She purrs as she runs her finger down my jaw line- flirting. Kat is flirting? What the fuck?
She nips my neck and I finally notice her caps are back in place. Next she nips my earlobe and a groan escapes me.
“Anytime you want that reward all you have to do is reach out and take it.” She steps back and gives me a saucy grin when she sees my shock at what she’s offering.

“What does Ezra think of this?”
I ask knowingly.
“Hmm…” she purrs as she runs a nail up my abdomen
- seducing me. Holy fuck he taught her well. The four of them in a room must ignite each other. No wonder he walks around so smug
all the time
.

“We do as our Master bids. He says reward Dexter- I happily reward Dexter. And it will definitely not be a hardship. I’ve wanted you inside me since I watched you dominate Heidi in the dungeon.” 
Where is that blushing, innocent kitten? Before me stands a master seductress. I shiver from the possibilities.

“You know where to find me when you’re ready,” she says smoothly. Her face changes to seriousness.
“You can come for
me to talk or for comfort. We’
re friends first, Dex. I mean it. If you need a hug- take one.” The Kat I know fills her face again.

I reach out and take one.

She holds me and pats my back in soothing circles as I cathartically cry.

Chapter Eight

Greta Wilson, the mocha skinned, punctual, and strangel
y dressed trainee arrives as I’
m putting the finishing touches on my private room.

“Have a seat
,
please.”

She takes to the desk like she’
s used to it. Her khakis and blouse fit right at home just as long as you don’t notice the kink equipment that borders the room.

I pull
up
a
chair
and sit opposite
of
her.

“What do you do for a living?” I narrow my eyes at her.

“I’m an e
lementary school teacher. I teach third and fourth grade
math.” She answers as if it shouldn’t matter what she does for a job.

I can’t help it, I burst out laughing and she gets pissed off
at me
.
Her round face has a scary scowl that would definitely get the kids in line, but not a dominant male.

“Sorry…
sorry, it’s you sitting at the desk that is funny. I’m an IRS agent so I can’t judge. We all can’t have cool jobs. Hey, we both like math. We actually have something in common,” I say trying to smooth over her annoyance.
I’m surprised we have anything in common. I’m wearing leather pants and a mesh shirt and she looks like an elementary school teacher with her clothing, her hair pulled up in a bun, and her demeanor. I will say I wouldn’t mess with her if she wer
e my teacher. Looks aside, she’
s a bear.

“My name is Dexter Hayes, but you will call me Sir. Tell
me a bit about
yourself
, Greta,
”
I say in a friendly manner.

“Sir,” she tests the feel out on her tongue. She nods when she finds it agreeable.
“I have no family. I live alone. I teach school. I want trained.” She is extremely succinct.

“Please elaborate on that. Pretend this is an interview because it is, Greta. I need to feel you out, so talk!”
I bark out at her.
“Fine, I was trying to avoid this, but I guess there is no way around it.
” She pats her hair to make sure that nary a hair is out of place.

“
I was attacked in my home a little over a year ago. Therapy doesn’t work and
self-
defense training doesn’t help. I need to feel in control again. I didn’t go to the police because the person who hurt me went to jail the next day. I read the papers. I know his other victims found solace here. I want to see if I can as well.”

Greta’s hazel eyes cloud and I know she’s remembering a time and place that haunts her. It gives me a deeper insight to her. She’s strong and formidable, but seeing emotions that are weaker show a person’s real personality. Her strength is a shield she hides behind and until this moment I had no idea who she really was.

“Greta?” I say her name as a question because I want her to continue, but I fear what I will hear.
“
I read about Ezra Zeitler and his spouses. That he is the owner of this establishment. I want to get help.
” She shows no sadness of shame over what she just shared.
She gazes back at me with the eyes of a survivor.
“Do you know the name of the man that attacked you?”
Please don’t say his name
.
“Ray Hunter raped me. He entered my home while I was sleeping, tied me to my bed and brutally
raped me
. When I recovered enough to go to the police he had already turned himself in for assaulting the two women at that wedding. The third strike law i
s keeping him in prison forever, so
there was no need for me to lose any more dignity by telling my story. Now I need to feel safe and in control of my life.”

I feel sick for what she has gone through and I understand her need to be in control again. Even when talking of the attack she is dignified. She exhibits such control that I can feel a twinge of need roll through me. I
can see why Marc
loves to be
nd the will of such strong prey.
The
payoff is much greater. I don’t want to bend her will
,
though, I
just
want her to relax and crack a smile.
“Okay, I will train you. Beware:
I will test your limits. I hope you realize that it is impossible to train without sexual implications. You will have to touch and be touched by others.”
“I assumed as much. Do I have a say in whom? If I don’t like the person I don’t want to touch them. I’m okay with it as long I’m not forced to touch someone or that they aren’t forced to touch me.” She draws in a
large breath. I don’t think she’
s truly okay with it, but I think she is using it as a way to heal.
“
This is my craft. I can read people without fail. I will know if you’re uncomfortable. I will push you if I think it’s for your own goo
d. You can trust me to help you,
”
I say confidently and clutch her hand in mine.
 

A loud knock on the door signals that the rest of our group has arrived.
“Greta, you’re training begins now.” I smile and pat her hand reassuringly before I go to the door.

I open the door to my merry band of misfits and laugh at their expressions. They look at each other trying to figure out why I called them together. I step aside and stand at the head of my room
. My personal dungeon used to have
a Victorian theme. It looked like a red velvet draped bordello
with torture devices bordering the room. It was perfect and exactly how I wanted it.
“Please take a seat at the desk that holds your nameplate.”
I smirk.
I watch as they scurry around the room star
ing bewilderingly at their name
plates. M
y outward appearance is that I’m bored, inside I’
m laughing hysterically at how cute they all are. At first I was put off about this situation even though I love
to train a good student. Now I’
m excited and giddy at the prospect of having a roomful of students. I may look stern right now, but I’m grinning like an idiot on the inside.
I turn around and write
SIR
on the chalkboard I had installed. I glance back at my four students sitting so studiously in their assigned seating. I had removed all the comfort items from my room, moved all the toys to the outside walls, and added four desks in a tidy row. I don’
t have a desk or
chair. I just stand in front of my chalkboard. I did keep my settee for when the principal comes to take my evaluation. I can’t help the smile that breaks across my
face as I envision Devlin’s six-foot seven-inch
frame on the delicate sofa.
I fit o
n it just fine.

“I’m sure you’
re all wondering why I called you all here. I will explain and then introduce you all to the other students.” The three people who know me better than anyone look to me as if I’ve lost my mind. Greta stares at them.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Trust me, the introductions are important.” I
stare them down and they submit- well, mostly.
“I know you’ve all been to see the man
you’ve dubbed as the Devil. He’
s here for his own reason that I cannot divest.
Please respect him to his face and try to behind his back. He’s a decent man. Devlin and our Master trained together under the same Master. You wouldn’t like it if someone dissed your fellow Masters, so try to show some respect.
But we
did co
me up with a plan to satisfy other issues with our Chapter here at Restraint. We ne
ed more training, we need more T
rainers,
both dominants and submissives, and we need t
rained s
ubmissives. So that is where you all come in to play. Tobias,” I extend my hand to the man and he immediatel
y complies.
“Firstly, when we’
re in this room or on field trips,” I hear a few snickers at that
. “You all will call me Sir. I’m not Master or Dexter. I’
m your trainer and you will call me Sir. Understood?”
A collective
SIR
echoes throughout the small room. I almost chuckle when I hear Greta; her voice is the deepest of the quartet.

“This is Tobias Kline,” I say of the young man that has b
een in my service for almost three
years.
“Tobias, I want to reward you for all your hard work and dedication. I know I can trust you infallibly
. Tobi
as, you are being trained as a s
ubmissive Trainer. It will give you the proper respect you deserve. I understand that by rights
,
a submissive is always considered beneath a
dominant, b
ut I want you to work beside a
Master
. We have such an influx of new members that are without experience
and they are
training subs the wrong way. When you complete your training you will be used in conjunction
with a Master T
rainer to help with both dominants and submissives.”

Tobias doesn’t speak he just looks to me with unshed tears. I can’t help myself- I pull the young man i
nto an embrace and whisper, “I’
m so proud of you.”

“I chose Tobias for several reasons, but most importantly is that, although he is a submissive to the point of being my slav
e, he will never go to another M
aster’s hand. He will only obey me even if it risks ire of our Master. He will seek me out and ask permission. This makes him perfect for this job. Say hello to the class, Tobias.”

“Hello, class,” Tobias says shyly casting his
blue
eyes to the floor and waits until I point to his seat, which he takes immediately.

“Whitt,” I gesture to the pretty boy. He ambles up to me slowly, testing my patience. He smirks at me so that I know h
e is just playing with me. He’
s very c
hildlike, almost innocent. He’
s never lost his playfulness.
He doesn’t do it in a mean way.
He’
s just mischievous. I need someone like him in the class to lighten the mood.
He’s also strong enough to become our Master one day, but his jovial mood and loyalty will never go against Marcus.

“This is Maste
r Daniel Whittenhower II
.” I extend my arm like a game show host to p
resent the tall, lanky man. He’
s the boy next door in every sense of the word: blond haired, blue eyed, European ancestry, an
d so sweet he gives you a tooth
ache.

“Whitt, you’
re here to train as our third Traine
r. I chose you because you’
re laid back, patient, and very easy to get along with. Class, don’t let this fool you, he is a strong taskmaster. If you make him proud he will be your best friend, if you piss him off he wil
l be your very worst nightmare.” 
“Thank you for the honor and the privilege, Sir.” He shakes my hand. “I will do anything to undo the damage that my sister created. I can’t apologize enough.”
“Ah, Whitt, no one blames you or your family. She dragged you through the mud with the rest of us. You deserve this and I’m happy to work with you again.”