Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (27 page)

“You’re the one who started it. I’m just defending myself.
You act like a bastard and I’
ll give you an asshole
in return.” Cortez stands face-to-
face with Marcus as he juts his chin in defiance.

“No, I think yo
u want me to touch you and you’
re too much of a coward to ask for it. You’re just begging me to ta
ke you forcefully. I think I’
ll play your game in return. I won’t give you the control and I sure as fuck won’t touch you as you beg me.”
“I don’t know what you’re getting at, fucktard.” Cort pushes at Marcus’ chest with his palms just begging to be hit or fucked. I’m not sure which he is angling for. I can see Marc’s point.
“You remind me of the twins at nap time w
hen they throw a tantrum. They’re exhausted, but refuse to sleep. You’
re so horny, but refuse to fuck. You don’t even have to fuck me. You have a husband and a wife. Either will do and then we can all be happy.”

Marcus intertwines his fingers with Cort’s. He studies the man’s face as it glazes over in pure, unadulterated lust. Yes, Cort is begging for it. Marc reach
es up and runs a fingertip along
Cort’s bottom lip. Like a switch being flipped Cort pulls Marcus’ arms and kisses
him brutally.
“I fucking want you, is that what you want to hear, asshole?” Cort groans against the other man’s lips.
“Yes, but you won’t acknowledge that you said it after the fact. Just like every time you pull
one of
us into an embrace. You spout how much you love us and want
us and then later deny it. It’s
cruel.” Marc hisses the words out and he angrily fists Cortez’s hair controlling the kiss.

“I don’t care what label you put on yourself. I stopped using a label. I don’t want men, but then again
,
I don’t want women. I just want you and our family
to be happy
. Why aren’t we good
enough for you Cort? It hurts so much. I know you love Ezra with every fiber of your being and you’re hurting him the worst.” I can hear the sadness in his voice and my chest aches for them.

“I’m sorry.
I’m so confused
and scared,” Cort sobs
.
Marcus slows the kiss until it is gentle and tender. His hand
s
roam around Cort’s back soothing him as his finger
s
tighten and loosen in a massage. Cortez’s sobs turn to moans. I blink my eyes when his hand caresses over the bulge in
Marc’s pants. He grinds his palm in a circular motion
until Marc starts to hiss between his clenched teeth.

“I love you, Master,” Cort says as he melds their bodies together
until their legs are tangled
. He starts to rock back and forth against Marc. Marcus’ hands immediately clench
at
the other man’s ass
. The scene is eerily familiar to the one I witnessed weeks back except they are clothed and standing up
and
leaning against the study’s desk.

“You’re a cunning
and manipulative bastard. I’ll give you what you seek,” Marc promises.
I feel bad about watching such a raw and private moment that I leave the doorway and sit on the couch. I can still hear their mingled moans of pleasure. But it feels less intrusive, plus this way I can direct anyone who enters the room away from
the sounds flowing from the crack in the
door.  I close my eyes and count in my head trying to block out the noise as it increase in volume and pitch.

Shit, it’s my wedding night. I should be fucking Monica’s daylights
out not listening to my cousin getting dry humped by his son-in-law. I pull a throw pillow in my lap to cover the increasing bulge in my pants.
Yes, lil guy, I know you love the sound of satisfied love
rs. All dominants do. But that’
s your blood in there getting it on with another dude. You don’t even like dudes. Be a good boy and let me flow some more blood to my brain. I promise you a warm, tight Monica.
Alright, so there is no reasoning with my cock. He recognizes a job well done and swells with pride.

I ignore the words of devotion that Cortez is so fond of using in the throes of passion. I’ve heard similar ones spewed from his lips as he ravaged Katya in my private room at Restraint. I bite my li
p and fist the pillow in my lap
as they both find their mutual release. Damn, bastards!

Five minutes later the pair ambles out the door looking lax and replete. Cort falls onto the sofa next to me at the same time Marcus drops across from us on the adjoining sofa. His eyes a
re at half-
mast and
his lips are raw and swollen. He groans as he gets comfortable on the couch projecting his satisfaction. Cort blinks up at me several times before hi
s eyes stay open. He grins
with a sated expression.
“Feel better?” I ask sarcastically.
“Much, thank you,” Cort
tries and fails to hide his satisfaction. He forced Marcus to touch him and his eyes are glazed with the high from the power he feels. I guarantee later on he
won’t
own his actions. I heard what he moaned to
Marc. There is no denying how much he’
s begging for it.

Marcus looks at me and nods. He can read me like no
other. He knows exactly what I’
m thinking.
“It was worth all the annoyance. He knows I’ll do it again and again and again. It’s a vicious cycle.” Marcus wants to be angry, but he is too satisfied.

“Who wants cake?” Katya calls from the doorway. We don’t answer because who doesn’t love cake. She rolls in a small wedding cake that is intricately decorated in shades of gray with crimson accents. It looks similar to my Victorian era décor. Hmmm… I love my wife.

Kat wheels the cake near the sofas and
narrows
her eyes at the men who now are agreeable and look a little high.

“Did you-” she trails off in a whisper.
“Sorry, Kitten. We didn’t do anything you’ve never seen. We were within the rules. You and Ezra can do your version tonight and I won’t bitch.”
“You not bitching will be a new experience,” she verbally jabs her husband. He doesn’t complain
, instead
he shares a laugh with Marcus. She looks between the pair with an amused expression. Finally she snickers at them.
“You guys have played this cat an
d mouse game every day for months
. I am making love to Ezra tonight in honor of the honeymooners. I don’t give a fuck what you say. You’ve both been getting twice the sex we have.”
“Knock yourself out, pet. I’ll even give you privacy. I think I will restrain Cort and use that luscious mouth of his.”

‘As good as I feel right now, we can forget about the restraints as long as
you return the favor,
”
Cort slurs from his drugged speech.
“Mmm… h
mmm… I don’t think
so.
You’ll
change your mind later. You’ve never allowed me to enjoy you that way. If you’re agreeable at the time I won’t tie your ass down. Don’t toy with me, Cort. I will up the fun.”
“I’ll be agreeable
,” Cort promises.

“Did you drug him?” Kat says in mystification.

“Nah- it’s only been five minutes since he got off. Give him a half hour and the asshole will return. I’m seriously thinking about tying him down and servicing him every half hour for our mental health.”
“You could just have Ezra prescribe some anti-anxiety medication. I think that would make more sense,” I offer sarcastically.

“Ha-ha, fucktard, you’re lucky I’m so relaxed. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me.” Cort says in denial.

“You’re fucked in the head- admit it. Where’s my wife? We have a cake to cut.”

Chapter
Twenty-Four

I’
m not looking forward to getting back to the daily grind. Monica and I enjoyed two weeks of solitude locked up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. We made love, enjoyed my gift, and refueled with food and sleep. We did absolutely nothing else and it was fabulous.

Monica is shining with self-satisfaction and I couldn’t love her more. I tossed her birth control in the garbage. She looked at me as if I’d lost
my mind. I told her that if that
clusterfuck of Zeitlers can raise three kids and want more then the pai
r of us are more than
qualified for the job. Plus, I’
m steadily approaching forty. I’m in no rush. We’ll let nature take its course.

I was thrilled to see that Tobias made his own decisions while I was gone and
he
has taken to the office like an expert. The ladies are in love with him. I was surprised to see that he turned into quite the flirt. He makes me so proud.
His need to please me makes him the most competent personal assistant on the planet. It a cycle, his need to please me, my pride at his job well done, and the resulting confidence he has in himself.
As the cycle
strengthens
so does Tobias.

Two editions of Generation Next were sitting on my desk this morning. One edition was dedicated to Monica and me. It chronicled our lives together starting with our first meeting, to when I took her as my submissive, her betrayal with Dalton, my struggle with her
issues, and then the wedding and
reception in graphic detail. If I ever had a
ny
doubt that the creator of Generation Next is in my family
,
I have no doubt now. Only the members were present at the wedding, but it was a small
,
family only reception at Shadow
Haven. The biggest clue and annoyance was that the location of our honeymoon was printed as well. Generation
Next
stated that whoever bothered us at the cabin would be slandered in the publication.

I wish I knew who the hell it
s
creator is
. I’ve come to look forward to the gossip style writing. Generation
N
ext
is a guilty pleasure.

Restraint is still closed to the public after three weeks. We have a meeting with Gunner the Marine scheduled. He was denied another tour and he came up with an interesting proposition to our problems. It’s difficult to come down from the war mentality and work
a
regular day job. Gunner is rounding up retired service men and creating a security service. Restraint will be open for business as soon as all the details are ironed out. It’s a huge relief.

What’
s bothering me the most and is the most detrimental to Restraint
is the mole. Adelaide Whittenhower is writing part two of the Masters of Restraint. I want to find the mole and string them up and beat them to death with my bare hands.
I agree with Marcus, Adelaide isn’t the one in charge. Whoever is playing this game with us is using Adelaide and whoever is leaking our private information.

The only bad thing about being away for any amount of time is the stack of shit waiting for me. Even with Tobias taking care of all he can, I still have personal correspondence and phone calls to return. The corner of an expensive envelope catches my eye from the center of the pile of mail. The envelope feels heavy for its size. The paper it thick and course under my fingertips,
it
’
s
dyed dark gray.
The only writing is m
y name in
vibrant red written in
bold
,
calligraphy script
. It must have been hand delivered. I open it immediately out of curiosity.

Reward

Tonight- 7pm

Zeitler Private Room-
Restraint

Monica can watch

Be prepared.

I should be excited, but I’
m filled with trepidation, especially if Marcus is telling me to be prepare
d. I’m almost
hope
that I missed the night. There is no date, just the word tonight. Marcus knew when I was coming
home. He also knows how anal I’
m about getting right back to work. The bastard probably slid the invitation in the stack himself. I’m no
t sure I’
m comfortable with Monica watching me fuck another woman the day we get back from our honeymoon. I only allowed Greta to suck me off as a test to both women and myself. I wanted to see if Greta had the balls to do it and what Monica’s reaction was. I also tested myself to see if I could enjoy the touch of another woman. Another issue that is plaguing me is Kat. She isn’t the same innocent girl I trained two years ago. She
frightens me a bit. Hell, she’
s Monica’s best friend. I don’t want to go down that path.