Unleashed (22 page)

“I- What?” Ezra
looks beyond confused. He shakes his head over and over saying no. He looks so genuine that I almost believe him- almost. But I know what I saw and heard.

“Cort was there
, too. He saw and heard everything,” I say to validate my point.

“I was crazed that night. I had to be with someone, especially after the punishment. You were touching me
, and I wanted to be with you so badly. I was losing control. I worried that I would take you against your will, right on my bed. I had Cortez take you away so I wouldn’t. I don’t blame you for this, and I’m not saying I was with Ade because of you. It was my choice- my decision. But I knew that if I took you, you would remember your rape before you were ready. It would have been even worse if I forced myself on you a second time. It was like in the living room a few months back when I was torn between raping you or killing Dexter. I chose the lesser of two evils. It just happened to be Adelaide. I don’t even remember much from the event- I was dazed- in a frenzy.”

“You were soft with Adelaide
. You did appear to be in a daze. You kept repeating how much you loved her, that you were finally complete, and how much it meant to finally be inside her. If you don’t believe me, ask Cort.” I look away and wipe my eyes. Saying that was the hardest words I’ve ever uttered.

“This is what you promised Cortez
not to talk to me about, isn’t it? This is why he’s been so cold towards me? Why you’ve been so distant with me? Why neither of you would make love to me? This is why you left me?” Ezra breathes.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“God dammit,” Ezra screams at the top of his lungs, lunging form the sofa. He picks up the coffee table and swings it into the wall- repeatedly hitting it until it’s shards of wood. I flinch every time the table hits the wall with earth-shattering crashes.

The door flings open and bangs into the wall
, startling me. Ezra doesn’t seem to notice. He picks up a side table and goes to work on it, making more kindling.

“Heel,” Dexter commands in a soft voice that manages to reach every corner of the room. Ezra drops o
nto his knees onto the floor and submits. I cower into the sofa cushions. “What is the meaning of this?” Dexter asks as he walks over to the fallen man.

Dexter lightly caresses Ezra’
s hair. I realize this is the first time I’ve seen Ezra relinquish his control or give it to someone else. Hell, it’s the first time I’ve seen him lose control. I’d forgotten that Dexter trained Ezra as he is me.

Dexter rubs Ezra’s back as he
whispers soothing words. Ezra looks vulnerable, and I don’t like it. Ezra needs to be strong for all of us. He is our Master and I just made him break. I want to comfort him, but I don’t want to intrude. I stand and start for the door. A hand stops me from leaving the room- Dexter.

“Ezra
has something he wishes to say to you, and then we have our final lesson. Ezra tell her, and then meet me in my room.” Dexter walks out the door, down the hall, and enters his room, leaving the door open in invitation.

I don’t turn around. I face th
e hallway. I can’t look Ezra in the eye. He will see my shame. I feel the heat of his body against my back. But he makes no move to touch me, just gets close enough that a hard breath would bring our bodies to a close. He leans his head down until his mouth is at my ear. I hear his breath sawing in and out. I feel it tickle the small hairs at the nape of my neck. I smell his spicy, musky scent. I want to lean back and comfort him. A second before I do, he speaks.

“It was you- it
was always you. I pretended Adelaide was you. Everything I said was to you,” Ezra breathes in my ear, stunning me with his revelation. 

Ezra
walks from the room before I can respond. I watch the muscles in his back, thighs, and ass contract as he walks away from me to enter Dexter’s private room. I breathe in and out ten times, trying to calm myself for my last lesson- pain.

Chapter
Seventeen

Ezra’s head is bowed down to Dexter’s s
o that they are almost forehead-to-forehead- deep in conversation. I enter the room as quietly as I can, trying not to disturb them. I can’t hear or read a word as they whisper so fast their lips are a blur. Ezra keeps saying
yes, Master, yes, Master
every time Dexter pauses in his speech.

This
is the first time ever that I’m not drawn to Dexter. He still exhibits commanding power that I want to obey. I just don’t want to jump him. I don’t want to jump Ezra, either, for that matter. Stress is a wonderful thing- the anti-Viagra. One thing on my side is the fact that Dexter is fully clothed for once- a pity.

“Katya, d
emonstrate the correct submissive form for your master. He is here to observe and is the ultimate judge on whether or not you will pass as a dominant or submissive.” I fall at Ezra’s feet the second I comprehended Dexter’s words. Before he is finished speaking, I’m already in position: kneeling before Master Ez with my ass resting on my heels, knees spread with my palms resting on my thighs, head and eyes down in supplication. 

“Excellent, my Kitty Kat, and so prompt, too,” I can
hear amusement and pride in Ezra’s voice. I can’t help the smile that broadens my face. I made my master proud, and he called me his Kitty Kat instead of Katya. Ezra isn’t mad at me anymore.

“
First, I have an oral examination to cover all you’ve learned. Please answer the questions when asked, Kat.” Dexter pats my head and walks a few feet away. I stay in position before my master, staring at the tips of his shoes.

“Our first lesson included what, Kat?” Dexter tries to sound authoritative and fails. I try not to smile at
the amusement lacing his voice. He’s definitely remembering the show Cort and I put on for him. It’s just too bad neither of us remembers.

“The first lesson was about body language. The importance of reading your submissive’s body language in order to meet their needs. You watch their posture, breathing, and eyes for clues to how they are feeling. The second part was building sensation of the skin by adding light pain to the mix. A little pain will heighten the sensation for pleasure.”

“Very good, Katya. Over the course of your training please list the different needs that submissives may have.”

“I will use examples if that is alright?”
I meekly ask.

“Yes, that is fine if it makes it easier for you to
explain.” A chuckle slips past Dexter’s lips. I don’t know why I’m being so amusing. I don’t dare ask.

“Sometimes Katya
is so much like you, it’s frightening. Other times, she is like Cortez. It’s an interesting combination.” Dexter says to Ezra, answering my unspoken question. Dexter is such a strong dominant, he most likely read my confusion. Ezra reaches down and smoothes my hair from my face. I eagerly lean into his touch.

“Heidi’s needs include being on display
and pain. She likes to be the center of attention. It makes her feel special. If she were my sub, I would ensure the largest crowd possible. She also has a mid-to-moderate pain threshold. You can start her with stronger toys. She enjoys going from one extreme to the other, pain then pleasure. At the end of a scene, she enjoys them both simultaneously. She requires sexual stimulation for her release.”

“Very good, Katya. Go on,” Dexter coaxes me with praise.

“
Kayla was an interesting case. She doesn’t like pain but responded to it for me. After we got the
who is Kayla’s Master
issue settled, she took to Aaron well. Surprisingly, Kayla liked hot wax. She doesn’t care for a crowd and she requires sexual stimuli to get off. Aaron doesn’t enjoy voyeurs. He wants restrained, and then beaten- brutally. I didn’t have the stomach for it since I know where his issues lie. I could for anyone other than him, though. Aaron also loves the thought of force. Again, I know why. He loved being bound, beaten, and then taken by Kayla. Me-”

“You?” Both Dexter and Ezra interrupt my speech.

“Yeah, I needed to know what I liked and didn’t like,” I bashfully answer, eyes seeking the solace of the floor.

“Who?” I notice that Master Ez’s voice makes an appearance. I roll my eyes
up to see Ezra glare at Dexter. He backs up with his hands out in a stop gesture.

“Master,” I say to gain Ezra’
s attention. When he looks at me, I explain, “I used Kayla and Aaron, and we did nothing sexual- hell, not even sensual. I needed to know certain limits. I know I don’t like a crowd- I’m not into attention. I enjoy bondage, visual sensory deprivation, but not speech or hearing deprivation. I need to start off slowly with pain, but can build to stronger levels. I obviously love teeth, both biting and being bitten.” I have to stop because I’m blushing so hard.

“What about sex?” Ezra softly asks.

“I don’t know. I’ve only had normal sex with you guys. I’ve only touched women, and they didn’t reciprocate. I know force is a big thing for me.”

“
That you don’t like it?” Ezra prompts.

“No…
I… um- yeah, that totally gets me off.” I want to melt into the floor from embarrassment. “I didn’t mind Skullfuck’s abuse until it left lasting pain. I could have withstood the pain, but I don’t want to feel it later or have marks. Well, with the exception of teeth marks, I want those.”

“Good to know,” comes from Dexter. “What other types of play do submissives
need?” He says to get the lesson back on track. Ezra growls because he wants more of my information.

“How about a list from mild to wild,” I chuckle. “We have the foot fetish types, both givers and takers. The role players- doctor/patient, teacher/student, I don’t know, the babysitter, or plushies and furries.” I burst out laughing as I imagine Ezra and Cort dressed as life sized Monkmees.

“Then there are the babies- people who want to role play at being a toddler. There is every form of pain imaginable with any object imaginable. As I said before: sensory deprivation, voyeurism, wax, teeth, bondage, spanking, and ropes for suspension and restraint. Then the truly wicked shit: torture, trampling, urine, shit, and milk. Basically, if someone can think it up, it can be someone’s kink.”

“Very, very good, Katya,” Dexter praises.
“I have a demonstration for you on pain, on how a sub can have needs that aren’t sexual, but soul deep. Whether shame, pain, or guilt, it needs an outlet, as you’ve witnessed with Aaron. There are those who do not need sexual stimuli for release. When the pressure in the soul is released, the body does as well. It’s fascinating and rewarding for the Dom. After the demonstration, I will tell you a little about what needs a submissive fulfills for their dominant. Yes, from an outsiders’ view, it looks like the submissive gets all the benefits. But it truly is a delicate balance, and when the balance is met, it is truly extraordinary.”

Ezra pulls me from the floor
, and settles me on his lap on the ridiculous, Victorian era settee. He presses his face into my neck and breathes deeply, rubbing back and forth like a cat scent marking. I close my eyes and revel in the sensation- if I could purr like my namesake, I would. I pull Ezra’s arms around my chest and hug him to me. I have the strongest urge to weep.

“You guys can cuddle, but pay
close attention, Kat,” Dexter orders, and I shake my head in agreement.

A nude
, young man walks in the room. I’m surprised that Dexter has a male submissive. He isn’t a lover of men, present company excluded. The male is light skinned, clean cut, and glowing with good health. He even has a shy smile on his face.

“Tobias, apologize to Mistre
ss Kat,” Dexter calmly orders. The young man slowly approaches me, and kneels at my feet. Tobias coyly gazes up at me with light blue eyes. He is young- very young, early twenties at the oldest. He worries his lip between his teeth in a nervous gesture.

“Please accept my humblest apologies, Mistress. I was not myself. I was an addict and I lost my way. Master has helped me find my
path again.” Tobias’ expression is one of reverent adoration when he mentions Master Dexter.

I look from the boy
, and then up to Dexter, asking for explanation. “You don’t recognize him?” Dexter asks me, and I shake my head no. “Good, that means I’m doing an excellent job. A few Dominants enjoy total control. I, myself, am one of them. Tobias hit rock bottom for me on the night of our acquaintance. Since then, I have demanded that he maintain person hygiene, retain gainful employment, eat a healthy diet and exercise, and stay away from addictive substances. I’ve also refused him sexual enjoyment. Tonight is a graduation of sorts for Tobias, as well. If you find him repentant, I will allow him access to Heidi. She is most anxious for him.” Dexter’s expression is of a proud parent on graduation day.

“Who is he?” Dexter’s face glows with pride
when I ask the question he was waiting for.