Dalton (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (9 page)

“What do you want?” She hisses at me.
“Do
n’t
you think it’s
in
appropriate to allow your child to watch the fun and games in the dungeon? I had to send her and the rest of the minors from the area. What kind of mother are you?” Actually this is Font’s question. My mother allowed me to see so much deb
auchery that I don’t know what’
s normal anymore. I don’t want that for the angelic beauty. If they don’t kill me before my mission is complete I would love to mentor the girl.
She flinches at the accusation. She takes a step back to flee me. I rotate and herd her until her back hits the wall. Now she can go nowhere.
“Tell me, do you enjoy fucking your father-in-law in the same house with your children and his wife? Does that sort of thing get you off? Do your husbands watch too?” She looks at me as if I’ve struck her. The nausea st
arts to build. I can’t stop now.
I’ve attracted an audience. I have to finish this.
“Does your daughter know that you married your rapist? I bet you get off on force. I bet you loved every second that Ray Hunter pounded into you. Did you cum for-”
“You bastard!” Her small fist swings out and deflects off my shoulder. I hope after this they teach her som
e self-defense moves.

I step from
her path for two reasons. One: I hit a nerve. She must have climaxed for one of them and it makes me feel dirty to have said it. Her face is
set in betrayal. Angry tears of
frustration slide
down her cheeks. Reason two: I’
m so nauseous that I can barely contain my dry-heaves.
I walk down the hall chuckling Dalton Thompson’s evil laugh.
I reach the end of the hallway and enter the hidden staircase to my apartment. I run flat out up the stairs and make it inside my apartment just in time for the heaving to start. I huddle over my toilet as my throat constricts and the only thing it draws up is bile. The fluid burns my throat and mouth and I welcome the pain. I deserve it. It isn’t a just punishment for the wounds I just opened for the young mother and wife.
Not to mention what I did to Cassie earlier in the night.

I reach for a towel and smother the scream that builds in
side
my chest. I need the pain released. I can’t keep
taking it in and holding it. I’
m not a big enough masochist to contain the misery. 
I stand and glare at myself in t
he mirror- Dalton Thompson. He’
s an evil bastard. I yank the ugly brown wig from my head. I pull the tie for my hair and
watch as the black strands swing around my head. I look to the wig and I’m tempted to bu
rn it in the sink basin.

I don’
t want to do this any longer. At first she sent me here
because she was
worried about Spyder’s father. She wanted me to keep an eye on him and tell her anything that was worrisome. Then when Adelaide Whittenhower surfaced I was to locate who was feeding her information. I would do anything for family- even family that isn’t directly related to me because I love my sister that much.

But for a fucking club, it’s not worth it. All she ever cared about was her precious clubs. Her lineage- the same lineage that bore Pierre is all she cares about.  Her children are pawns. I was born out of a lie. She fed me a story and I suffered the consequences. She tricked Spyder’s father.
According to
the lying bitch
h
e never ev
en had sex with her. She’
s a spineless, coldhearted bitch. The more I whore myself out for her the more I want to add matricide to my list of sins. It isn’t anything worse than I’ve already co
mmitted. The only reason I don’
t retaliate is because of my sister. The only reason I keep up this charade is because even though I’ve bullied everyone
,
I
’ve
come to care for their wellbeing.
I pinch the contacts out of my eyes and finally Font emerges. The resentment, bitterness, and hatred do not subside- it is turned inward. Tear
s
flee my eyes as my frustrations beg for an outlet. If I don’t take care of my needs I will implode.
I pull my cell from my back pocket and text a message that I send when I can’t contain the misery any longer.
PAIN!

I move my small dining set to the side near my bed. I need a big enough space for the large male to work in. I unlock the deadbolt and crack the door so that he can enter without delay. I kneel with my forehead on the floor and the top of my head brushing the wall. The cold tile is soothing beneath my shins. I wait for what feels like hours as I school my breathing for the release that is to come. I hear him enter when the deadbolt is clicked i
nto place.
“We can’t do this, S
on. Not with your injuries from last night. Wasn’t the beating enough to relieve you for a while?” His deep voice is rough with rem
orse. I’
m thankful that it isn’t pity. He understands better than anyone on this planet what she has put me through- he’s had to stand by and watch it with his hands tied.
“I just broke a mother and wife. I made her relive her rape. I know better than most the torture that is. Master brought me Sebastian. I can’t be around him. He isn’t safe with me. The temptation is too great especially since I have no outlet for my needs. I’m not sure if she meant him to soothe me with his company or if she didn’t care for his wellbeing as I take his will away to suit my own needs. Knowing her brutal nature I would say she doesn’t give a fuck about Sebastian. She just wanted to placate me so that I will
continue to whore for her. She’
s willing to
make Sebby my whore in
payment.”
“I know.
I tried to dissuade her. I don’t know w
hy she does the things she does.
”
His deep voice is filled with sadness and resentment.
“Because she can,” I say in spite.
“Sometimes I wonder if Tony would have treated you the way he did if she hadn’t forced his hand. He was a sick bastard, but s
he twisted him. I’
m starting to think she’
s worse than he was. I’m so sorry. I should have done something.”
“You did when no one else would,
”
I murmur.
“It wasn’t soon enough. The damage was done before I intervened.”
“Fate pushed me to that moment. It was a defining moment in my life. You’re right. If she hadn’t
done the things she did to him he would never have threatened Spyder or Kink. It was in retaliation. So he did what he could do to hurt her. The adage is the submissive’s pain is their Master’s pleasure. He
pleased her well by abusing me.
Dad, do it! I need it. I feel dead inside.” I plead my case.
“So be it,
”
he whispers.
The snap of the cane on my back draws enough pain that I enter my mind. I float from the present and enter the past. It wasn’t until after their deaths that I needed punishment.
I received punishment on a weekly basis drawi
ng my sins from my soul. I self-
punished until Devlin arrived at Restraint. I withheld food and caned myself across the thighs- sometimes daily.
I smile as the sting radiates around my back. A vicious hit against my thigh is brutally satisfying.
“Olivia, I give you a choice: come to my bed one more time and give me another child or add more time to my visitation with Dalton.” Tony’s voice is sweet and thick like honey. His face is glazed with lust and a small amount of love
as he gazes at my mother. She’
s resting on the loveseat- posing, amping his desires. They speak of m
e as if I’m not in the room. I’m an inanimate object. They’
re discussing parental visitation of an ad
ult. I’
m still a possession for the both of them even though I just turned nineteen. Both hold my currency and use it to their advantage.
“You already have half the month. What is in it for me,” she negotiates.
“I could kill everyone in your establishment and raze it to the ground. I could take sweet Itsy Bitsy and
use her to birth
my children when she comes of age.
Or I could whore her out like you do our son. Children catch a fair price. Or I could kill you and take complete ownership o
f Dalton. Your choice: him or me
?” His eyes narrow in a combination of lust and
hatr
ed
.
His hand reaches down and strokes my hair. It’s the same gesture he uses before his fingers tighten and he restrains me with his fist. I try not to flinch- flinching is for pansies. It’s a punishable offense.
“Fine, one extra day per month or an added fifteen minutes per visit- your choice.” It takes everything in me not to lunge at the woman and kill her for betraying me. Tony laughs when he feels my body stiffen.
“I think I will take my fifteen minutes now. Olivia, I insist that you stay while we visit.” He gets up fro
m his seat at
the desk and opens the door a crack.
“We’re ready to play,” he says to someone on the other side. He sits back at his desk and pulls a kitchen timer from a drawer. He spins the dial until the fifteen minute line. I
know this well. I start
to hyperventilate knowing what’
s
coming next. Only this time I’
m the person who is being punished. My body beads with sweat, and the nausea, that I feel more often than not, makes its presence known. The tick of the timer is a sound I hear in my nightmares. Now it is the nightmare.

Bruno, Pierre, and Jon glide into the room with smirks on their faces. Pierre sits next to his daughter and smiles grandly. Bruno and Jon wait for instructions. Bruno’s eyes find me as he hears the timer. He winces. I’m not sure he has the stomach for what’s to come. He may like punishing the cheaters and thieves, but he lost his taste for
punishing
my flesh years ago.
“May I offer my services? I would enjoy this immensely.” Jon’s face is alight with pleasure as he envisions my punishment beneath him.
“You may, no p
ermanent damage. Don’t be rough.
This
is his first time.”

My mind tries to come up with an escape as Jon leers at me. I barely we
igh a hundred pounds. There’s no way I’
m getting out of here before I receive my punishment. I glare at my mother as she sits impassively on the sofa next to her sadistic father- like father, like daughter. The betrayal
is so deep I feel it in my soul. I
come to terms with my fate and swallow my pride. Tony said no pain or damage. So what if the last of my virginity is torn from me by force. It’s not like I haven’t already endured rape by mouth and by cunt. Both were in a quest to prove that I wasn’t gay. That I just needed to learn to enjoy the touch of a woman. This last piece I was saving for when I found a real lover. Instead it will be thrust away by Jon- my
grandfather’s partner in crime.

What makes it worse is that it’
s because of
a barter
between my parents, both punishing each other, but using me for
the pain. History repeats its
elf.

This is eerily similar to the same barter that Pierre used with my other grandfather- Anthony Sr.  The Marconi and the Fontaine
’
s alliance
was
wrought through the exchange of my mother’s virginity to
Tony resulting in my birth. I’
m nothing but a pawn in a ga
me played for over twenty years.
A
game for dominance, not of Masters, but gangsters.
It’s a game with no rules or safewords.

“Don’t fret, son. You’re a freak. It’s what you were made to endure. I’m sure you will love it. Just be thankful that I haven’t ordered you to punish as Bruno does. I feel you would enjoy that too much. We mustn’t allow you to take pleasure in your own punishments, should we? Carry on, Jon, time is a ticking.” He gloats and taunts with a single laugh.
My pants are ripped from my rear and a large hand presses my forehead to the ground.
White-hot searing pain radiates my bac
kside and I scream in shame. I’
m thrust back into the present with that last strike of the cane. I blink the tears away
until my vision clears.
“How about you shower? I’ll wait and rewrap your rib and put ointment on you
r back when you get out. Okay, S
on?” His large hand engulfs my shoulder and lifts until I find my footing.

I shuffle into the bathroom in a daze. I try to ignore the moi
sture running down my thighs that’s dripping from my dick. It’
s shameful that my father knows the end result of my punishment. I take no pleasure from the release nor do I ever remember it.
I’
m always too far into the past reliving my nightmares in an alternate reality that
is more real than my present
.
I stand as wa
ter cascades my body in a fog of
my own making. I no longer feel the need to scream or murder. I start to weep as the emptiness returns. It isn’t a void that can be filled by the love of a parent or a sibling or even a friend. It is the void I feel when I want to be held and comforted- not out of pity, but love. When Master dotes on me it’s out of pity or obligation or reward. Devlin and Spyder do it
out of love and acceptance. It’
s not what I need. I doubt I will ever find it. I lean my head on the tile wall and weep until my eyes are as empty as my soul.
I sit cross-legged in the center of my bed waiting for Nurse Devlin to tr
eat me. I’
m nude- an occurrence that isn’t often. Usually just for the amount of time it takes to shower and redress. I feel e
xposed, not just in the flesh,
but to the depths of my soul. My father is a formidable
Master.
He
can read me like an open book. I haven’t been able to stay the flow of tears leaking from my eyes. They
fall in a strange pattern- sometimes in a torrent and then a moment later a trickle, only to pick back up again.