Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (19 page)

“Ah… You mean her and Ezra?” I shake my head yes. “Yeah, I know. It’s making them bond closer having a secret over on us. Cort doesn’t know, serves his ass right,” Marc growls.

“
I’m so sorry, Marcus. You guys have to work this out. Maybe have a family meeting with both Diane and Katya. The women can always make the men bend.” I reach forward and pat his hand.
“
Fuck Diane,” he spits.
“Evil bitch!
She’s spreading this shit about me wanting a kid with Kat. She’s doing it to incite Cortez. It’s not true at all. I have enough kids, biological or not. She’s using our discord as a diversion while she poisons my family against me. I have to take it up the ass and smile.”
“Okay,” I drawl.

“
I’ve done bad things, Dex. T
hings I never thought I was capable of
,” he says in a broken voice. His eyes are haunted
. He threads his fingers in his hair and screams to the ceiling.
“I force Cort to do things he is
too
uncomfortable to admit he loves.”
“I’m sure it’s not as bad
as you make it out to be, Marc,
”
I try to comfort him.
“I did something unfor
givable to Diane
. Last night I put a device on Cort’s face to hold his mouth open so that he couldn’t bite. I tied him down and I raped his mouth.”
I stare in shock at the man I’ve always looked up to as he falls apart. His face is gaunt, he looks haunted, and he sobs deep from his chest.

“Rumors are ruining us. None of them are true. I haven’t touched Kat since we bonded. I don’t touch my son in the sick way they say.
I’m only trying to bring our family together. Cort needs to get over his issues to heal. I’m falling apart. Everything I’ve worked towards for the last twenty years is dissolving before my eyes. I can’t even tell the world about her,” he sobs.

“Her, who?”
I whisper so softly I don’t think he hears me.
“My daughter, I have a daughter,” he breathes. “I have a woman I wish was my real wife. I have to ignore them to protect them,” he sobs harder.

“What?” I freeze in shock. Marcus and I were raised as brothers and this is the first I’ve heard of this.
“You don’t have to show me, Dexter. I can see the war raging across your face. I saw the damn
ed
post just before I came to you. I wouldn’t change a thing about my life if we all could bend a little. Circumstances
have pushed us to the place we’
re in. I’ll never regret anything I’ve done
even knowing the pain we’
re all living with. I can’t go back to the dungeon and stop myself
from having sex with Katya. It’
s the only thing that would have changed the future, but I would be so al
one. I was dying inside. Now I’
m slowly being tortured, but I’m not alone anymore.”

I reach over to comfort Marc
and a hand pulls my wr
ist away.
“I made him cry. I’
ll comfort him,” a tortured voice speaks.
“How do I know you won’t hurt him for vengeance
’s
sake?” I ask Cort.
“Because I love him.
It wouldn’t hurt like an open wound if it wasn’t love. I’m sick inside for how I broke one of the strongest people I know, but I can’t stop the satisfaction of knowing I just topped the bastard.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for your type of comfort right now
,
Cort.” I say firmly as I pu
ll my wrist from his grip.
“I’
m going to cuddle him
and make a few concessions to our agreement. I will not hurt him emotionally, physically, or mentally. I promise, Dexter.”

“Come, Marc,” Cort says as he pulls the broken, sobbing man from the loveseat.

“Dex, I know you have reservations about your marriage to Monica. Don’t worry about it. Compared to my life yours is almost normal. If you love each other you can work through it.” He tries to smile reassuringly, but fails. He walks on his own down the hall towards their private dungeon. Cort follows him a step behind with his hand firmly on Marc’s shoulder- steering him.

“Yeah, love’s a bitch. It makes you bleed like nothing else.” I whisper under my breath as the pair retreat down the hall.
 

Chapter Fifteen

“Ok
ay, boys and girls, we have a few new additions to our class today.” I gesture to Marc’s
students, who now include Syn
for some reason
.
She’s my protégée, so I’m confused. Maybe she just wanted to sit in.

The Whittenhowers are sitting on the settee again
with
Alex leaning over the back
. Syn is sitting in Whitt’s seat and judging by the looks she and Kristal are s
haring they fought over it
. Whitt being a gentleman offered this seat to Kristal on a previous occasion. I assume she thought it was hers again. I think Syn has a crush on my slave and wants to sit next to him. I chuckle at the look of victory she flashes towards Kristal.

Kris is sitting in a chair pulled from the Whittenhower’s private room- a black leather, wingback chair with rings bolted in strategic places.

“Master Marcus isn’t feeling well this evening. I will t
ake over your studies until he’
s feeling up to the task. You all know each other so be polite. If this is for the long term I will get some more desks.”

Whitt raises his hand like he’s in school and I snicker. Old habits are hard to break, not too old, though. The prankster’s only been out of school for four years.

“What do you need, Whitt?”
“I’ve already been over this with Marcus. If we include sex in any demonstration, Niel is to either go home or sit in my room. I don’t want him subjected to it. Someone was very angry last night,”
he
stresses
his underlying meaning.

“Fair enough.
I agree. This part of tonight’s class will benefit him. We’re going into the dungeon on a fieldtrip after
, so you better call your driver to pick him up.”

“I’m not a baby,” Niel grunts and I assume he’s pissed that he won’t be in the dungeon until he says, “I can drive myself.”

“Not at night in this city, you aren’t,” Whitt protests. “Albert is already waiting outside for you.”
With that settled,
I turn to the chalkboard and write
dominant
switch
submissive slave
.

“Tonight I thought it would be wise to explain the differences between these words and their true meanings.”
I look to the class waiting for their affirmation.

“Yes, Sir,” comes out loud and clear from all but one student.
“Syn?”
I command.
“Yes, Sir,” she says loudly with only a slight tinge of sarcasm. The curvy, petite hellion is an
instant hard-on even when she’
s being a bitch. Her pale, creamy skin is delectable next to her thick, black hair that falls to her ass. She always wears a different colored latex catsuit every night. Tonight’s wonder is crimson causing her skin to glow iridescent. She
’s actually
a sweet person. I
trained her for two years. She’
s a very competent s
adist. Her bitchiness is a side-
effect of coming down from the high of dominating Kris to move. I smile at her and earn a true smile in return.

“A dominant is
also known as Master, Top, or Dom
or Domme
. It’
s up to the individual on what title they place for themselves. I personally use Master
,
as
do
most of the master
s
at Restraint. Queen
,
for instance
,
hates the referen
ce of Mistress
so she simply
demands that everyone call her Queen
.
In
essence,
she made her own title. It’s all about respect
and none of it holds any
bearing on your level of
strength.
It’s
just what you prefer.
Any questions?”

“No, Sir,” echoes around the small room.
“Very good, you can ask anything at a later time even if we’ve already covered the subject.
Moving on to what it means to be a dominant.
We
get off on contro
l and meeting the needs of our
submissive.
A dominant’s first priority is the need to feel in control. T
his need forms from many things,
usually it is inborn. But on occasion
it’
s created through tragedy and how the person coped with the events. You cannot learn dominance. You ei
ther are or you aren’t. And it’s not something that’
s just in the dungeon. It bleeds into e
very facet
of your life. The dungeon is the place you release your pent up energy that you stored over time. We all have different needs and I will address those at a later class. Any questions?”
“What if yo
u allow someone to dominate
you,
d
oes that mean you’
re a submissive?
” Niel asks.
“No, there are three
types for this reason. A dominant will always have someone stronger than them tha
t will try to bend their will. It’
s an annoyance, but it doesn’t change that we all have knelt before our Masters as we trained. Being
dominant doesn’t mean that you’
re top dog. Someone out there will always make your kneel.
It’s the need that makes you what you are. If you need to be in control, then you’re a dominant. If you feel the need to submit, then you’re a submissive. If you feel the need for both, then you’re a switch.
”

“Thank you, Sir,” Niel replies when I finish speaking.

“A switch has both needs. Usually they lean more towards one side of their nature than the other, but the need is still lying in wait. More often than not they are a dominant person who submits to a loved one or friend to meet their mutual needs. Mistress Kat is a perfect example, she is very
strong
dominant,
but her need to submit overpowers her nature
. Alex,” I gesture to the raven-haired man resting against Whitt’s shoulder. “
He’
s a switch, too
. Hi
s needs are in equal force. Now, don’t tell him I said this, but Cortez is a switch, too. Except his dominate nature is running rampant at the moment.” I cringe at the thought of all of them in the house. Now th
at Cort refuses to submit they’
re all butting heads.

“Any questions?”

Niel’s arm goes up and a light bulb burns bright in my mind. I nod at the confused boy.

“If you’re a switch, does that make you weak?” His fair skin blushes bright red and brings the red out of his blond hair.

“No, being submissive doesn’t make you weak either. Katya and Cortez are two of our strongest dominants,” I say to take the tortured expression off the boy’s face.

Now it makes sense how Niel and Ava get along. Ava’s already challenging her grandfather at her young age. Two dominants either fight each other until one of them prevails or one
bows
out and submits. If Niel’s a switch it would be easier on their partnership.
“
Submissives are also called sub or bottom. Slave
s have
another distinction
,
which I will explain next. There is a stigma attached to the submissives. People outside of the lifestyle see a dominant as strong and a submissive as weak. Hell, some Doms are under that impression as well. It isn’t the case. It takes a lot of strength to put your trust in another being and allow them to do all sorts of depraved things in hope
s
of meeting your mutual needs. I have a lot of respect for a submissiv
e. I couldn’t do what they do and
they couldn’t do as I do. It’s a delicate balance between the pair- neither can find enlightenment without the other. This is why we train here at Restraint
because this leaves an opening for abuse. Abuse of power in any form is wrong. A dominant who abus
es isn’t in control at all. It’
s the perception of control. To abuse you are no longer in control of your own actions.
A submissive is usually a person who holds a lot of responsibilities on a daily basis. They wish to relinquish control over to someone they can trust so they may relax. These people are independent of their masters. They lead productive lives and are highly intelligent and productive people.
Any questions?”