Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (84 page)

I can’t hold it in any longer. My control snaps and I laugh so hard tears come to my eyes.

“I’d hate to be you if he heard that. And I bet he did. He is everywhere… watching…. everything…” I look to the blinking cameras attached to the ceiling and wink at the watching Dr. Lunatic. I’m sure he and I are sharing a laugh right this instant.

“Finish up your drink and we’
ll walk around for a bit. I can’t show you the dungeon until you’re a full member. If you were to scene with me we could go in, but I have a feeling I’m not on your menu,” I tease her.

I drag Fate behind me like a well-trained pet. She’s a fabulous actress. After our false-start at Restraint and Kristal’s punishment, she decided she needed to figure out how to behave. Now she follows my every movement for clues. She really is the perfect submissive and that’s why she’s openly coveted by Restraint’s clientele. Too bad this isn’t her scene. Poor girl just wants a soft man to make love to her in a bed. She gets her kicks elsewhere.

“So what’s your bag? I would have thought just the ladies until I saw the depths of the Boss’s interest. You’re a switch, what’s your deal?” I smirk at her.

I’ve been trying to figure this out for months. When I ask her if she likes guys, girls, or both she always changes the subject. That’s the bad thing about chatting online; you have no idea what the tone of the words is, the intent, and you can’t read body language.

Her emerald eyes glow and I get excited- she’s finally going to answer the question that Ezra and I have discussed to death for hours on end. I want to manically rub my hands together like a vaudeville villain.

“I want to top s
oft, pliant girls. I touch them, but they aren’t allowed to touch back.” She says forcefully to hide her nervousness.

I hide my smile at her ‘little dog running with the big dogs’ attitude. She’s not entirely comfortable talking about her needs. I noticed this during our chats. I’m shocked that she answered truthfully.

“They can’t touch you at all?” I watch her facial expressions for an idea on what she’s thinking. I haven’t a clue. She squints right back at me in challenge. Yeah… not dominant at all, are ya Katya Waters?

“Nah, I mean sexually.”
She cringes and blushes bright red in embarrassment.

“Al
right, we all have our hang ups,” I murmur.

I scowl because I have the biggest hang up ever. I don’t know if I can ever have sex again. Jamie’s confession had a long-lasting effect on my self-esteem, especially on my sexuality.

“Okay, who tops you?” I ask her to push my bad thoughts back.

“No one, I guess,” she mumbles bashfully and looks at her shoes. I can tell there is more to the story.

“You’re in the right place if you want dominated. You’d be surprised what a session can do for you. Do you want a man or a woman to top you?”

My fingers caress Fate’s hair to soothe her anxiety and the movement draws Katya’s gaze from me. She stares at me and my submissive with a confused expression in her face. 

“A man,” she murmurs while staring at Fate. “Is she alright?”

“She doesn’t like the main club. This may look like a normal club, but the clientele tends to be vicious; especially the ones that don’t know the rules. Fate has had some close calls because she’s beautiful, innocent looking, and extremely submissive. The newbies don’t even notice her bracelet.”

“Fucking freaks,” Fate hisses and it causes Katya to laugh. “I usually stay in the dungeon where it’s safe.”

“The dungeon is safer?” Kat’s eyes widen and her voice pit
ches as she asks in disbelief.

“It’s filled with my friends. And they all know the rules.” Fate’s eyes roam the club and land on Syn and they silently communicate. Fate relaxes as her sister’s attention calms her.

“Friend?” Kat asks and Fate nods.

“Syn,” Fate whispers reverently of her sister.

I decide now is the best time to do a check on the club. I don’t want anything happening on Kat’s first night here. Ezra would mentally torture me for life. I point at Syn and she nods that everything is kosher. She shares the same with Dexter and he ends our three-point check by signaling that everything is okay back to me.

“Sorry, we’re having more problems now that the club has risen in popularity. The Boss is frantic. All of the members have rotating shifts. I’m supposed to be in the dungeon right now, that’s why I brought Fate tonight, but your arrival trumps that.”

“Why?” Her voice wavers and I shake my head no.  I mustn’t frighten Ezra’s plaything. 

“Let’s continue our tour,” I say pleasantly, but I’m vigilant with our safety.

I explain the inner-working of the club as I give her a tour. Kat’s eyes are bright and glazed like every tourist’s first visit. I can tell by her bravado that she sees herself as experienced, and in actuality, she’s as innocent as a kitten.

Suddenly she stops in the middle of the dance floor and grabs my hand and begins to sway to the music. I’m horrific at dancing. I have absolutely no rhythm or grace. It’s the same reason I suck at anything that’s creative and excel at the logical. Since sex is about rhythm and flow, this explains why I am blacklisted from the activity. I can tell by the way Katya moves her body as if she’s one with beat that she will be devastating in bed. Ezra and Cort are very lucky men.
I follow her lead because she dominates me on the dance floor. Kat moves her body over mine and she and Fate really get into it. I don’t know how long I try to keep up with her and Fate. It feels like hours. I pretend that my embarrassed blush is because I’m flushed from exertion. 

Katya smiles brightly and looks completely satisfied by our dance. 

“Ladies, I need to rehydrate,” she gasps.

“Let’s go to my booth,
I’ll flag us down a server,” I say breathlessly.
Fate smirks at me and I know she’s going to insult my dancing. I roll my eyes at her and groan.

“You dance so much better than the first time we came here,” she giggles.

“It’s my partner,” I say to burn Fate.

“Yeah, that’s what it is,” Fate says sarcastically.

I weave us through the club to the private booth that is for staff only. Katya suddenly turns into
Chuck Norris
and smashes her elbow into some dude’s solar plexus. The little guy immediately drops to the ground and crawls away on his ass.

I look around having no idea what the hell just happened. Katya is glaring at perfect crescent fingernail marks on her ample cleavage. I’m about to demand what happened when the guy starts to stutter.

“I’m sorry Mistress. I thought you were a sub.” His voice shakes like he’s on a fault line.

“Oh, so it was okay to grope me if I w
ere a sub?” Katya hisses snidely.

I let her handle this. I can step in at any time and take control of the situation, but I want to see how she behaves under stress. If something happens I’m sure she’d love it if I held him down in the alley while she kicked the shit out of him.

I feel for the young man. I can tell that he’s confused, and by the look in his eyes- higher than a kite. I wonder if Roman would like to counsel him.

“No
, it’s not okay. You’re just so short. I didn’t think you would be a Domme.” He sniffles.

“Listen cl
early, you sniveling idiot.” Kat hisses and grips his chin in her fingers to gain his total attention. Her face scrunches up with disgust from the skin-to-skin contact. He does have a strange pallor.

“Firs
t you touch without permission, and then you insult my size. Are you a total moron? Or are you that desperate for punishment, baby Dom? I saw you outside with your browbeaten chick, where did you leave her at?”

“I…
punish me mistress. I need you to.” Blue eyes are glassed over- high from strong drugs.

A strange light glows from Kat’s eyes and I see her inner-dominant ready to unleash its punishment. I sigh heavily not knowing when I should step in. I’m shocked Ezra hasn’t flown out here in his hood and rained terror on us all.

“Open your fly, now!” she growls at him, flashing a pair of dainty fanged caps.

Slow
ly his fumbling hands unfastens his pants revealing his flaccid cock, unimpressive- sickly looking from whatever drug he injects into his system.

“Is that a dick?” Kat cackles, and turns to Fate and me.

I wince, and Fate hides behind me because she’s frightened of Katya now- great.

“Queen, does that look like a dick to you?”
She arches a red eyebrow in insult.

“It’s small, but I’m pret
ty sure it’s a cock.” I stare at her and shrug. What is she up to?

The poor little dude is sitting on his ass with his flaccid cock on display. I can tell that he’s a misfortunate from my old neighborhood. His clothes are filthy and torn. His skin smells of a sickness that only an addiction to drugs can give. He’s very young if he manages to look young even while the drugs course through his system and after the lifestyle he’s led. I don’t want to hurt him. I want to help him. It makes me sad and I vow to donate four times as much to Transcend as I did last month. We’re losing the good fight.

“Pathetic. Yes, that’s a dick and it wants me to top it. Do I look like I would top a weak ass man who thinks himself a Dom? You need punished, but I wouldn’t give you a second of pleasure. Queen, do you have a sadist who likes to punish naughty boys?” She smiles evilly and it frightens me. Maybe it isn’t a good idea for her and Ezra to team up. They will heavily influence the other and do very bad things.

“I will call him over. Are you sure a
bout this?” I want to tell her that there is no going back once I call Dexter over.  I want the boy to get help, and Dexter’s kind of help isn’t what I had in mind.

“Yes, I’
m positive. He fondled me without permission, and even if I were a sub he would need a Master’s permission. He bloodied me and insulted me. He needs punished. Obviously he likes females, so any punishment met must be through a male. I desire him no pleasure, he must be bloodied, insulted, and fondled without his permission. It sounds fair.”

I signal to Fate to go get Dexter and she runs off because she hates to be more than a foot from one of the Masters. I watch until she clasps his hand and then I return my attention to Katya the meanie.

She glares at the kid at her feet while he beseeches her with an outstretched hand.

“Mistress, please punish me,” he
begs.

“
Oh, you’ll get punished all right, just not by me,” she says haughtily and I roll my eyes. 

I breathe a sigh of relief when Dexter and Fate return. This was starting to get annoying. Katya needs to be knocked down a peg or two and I have to lead her as a lamb to the slaughter.

The awed expression on Katya’s face as she takes in Dexter is priceless. I can tell that she’s equally scared and turned on by him. Dexter looks just like Marcus with tight ringlets and piercing amber eyes. He is short to Marc’s tall.

“Queen,” he nods respectfully at me and turns to our new comer. I’m sure Marc told him about her.

“And you must be Katya.” Dexter scrutinizes her while her eyes fawn all over him. She can’t control her expression- none
of us can when we gaze at him.

“I assume you girls don’t want this young man,” Dexter murmurs while never taking his eyes off the boy. Dexter’s face glows with pleasure and his eyes are glazed with hunger.

“Um, no… and Kat refuses to touch that,” I say as I point to the grub poking out of a pair of dirty jeans.

“Come,” his deep voice resonates as he ho
lds out his hand to the man on the floor. “I shall punish you and will enjoy every second” His eyebrows raise as the man clasps his hand and joins him. “However, you won’t- trust me.”

“Ladies, thanks for the toy; e
njoy the rest of your evening.” He turns and his gaze rakes over Kat’s body from boots to barrettes. “Welcome, Kat. I look forward to getting to know you better.” He takes off towards the back of the club with his new pain slut in tow.

I exhale a sigh loudly
. Never have I ever had a man look at me like that. It reminds me of my first trip to Restraint when Fate caught Dexter’s eye. Marc assured me it was because she was a submissive to his dominant. It was yet another lie out of my Master’s mouth. This time he gave the same look to Katya and she’s about as submissive as I am.

“That was Dexter, and you just made his
night.” I shiver as I imagine what Dexter has in store for the boy. I’d rather that he got the help he needs. 

I
slide into our booth and lean in to Fate, “Go get us a round of drinks, Angel. I think we need to relax for a while.”

“Where’s the restroom?”
Katya asks while staring at her hand in disgust.

“Back, left-
hand corner, do you need me to go with you?”
Please say no… Please say no…

She hesitates and I worry that she’ll mess up my plans with Ezra. If I have to go with her I’ll have to defend her against whatever Ezra has in store. The ladies’ room is directly across from
Ezra’s office.