Unleashed (30 page)

“No- I mean, yes,” Monica stumbles over her admission. “There has been o
ne or two that I’ve found attractive… but no more than that.” 

Monica
still won’t look at me and my light bulb burns brighter. “Am I one of the one or two of those that you’ve found attractive?” I stroke Monica’s jawline with my thumb. She leans into my touch, making her response unnecessary.

“Maybe,” Monica
whispers, completely submissive to my whims. Her behavior flips my switch and I want to top her in my bathroom. I draw in all my restraint. I need to maintain control of the situation.

“Okay, Monica, I’m going to kiss you
, now.” She trembles against my palm. “Your response will be the deciding factor on whether or not I will top you for my final. It will determine whether or not my instructor gets to watch you scene.”

I already know that I’m going to top her. I just want t
o kiss her right now. So I do. I slowly lean in to prolong Monica’s anticipation. Her eyes are already closed- eyelashes creating half-moon shadows on her cheeks. Monica is rather lovely when she is relaxed and not using her bitchiness as a shield.

I kiss first one eye,
and then the other. She trembles against me. Her hands hesitantly settle on my hips. I tip her face farther back with my fingertip, exposing the long line of her throat. I place feather-light kisses on her neck. She slides her hands around my waist drawing our hips together. Her hands kneed my ass as I nibble her throat.

“Please,” pours out her mouth.

“Please what, Monica?” I breathe against her ear. I rub my nose against her soft skin, luxuriating in her delicate scent.

“Please
, Mistress,” she moans for me.

“Please, Mistress
, what?”  I tip Monica’s head father back until she is looking at the ceiling. I nip the soft flesh under her chin with my front teeth. She whimpers for me, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been so aroused in my life. If it weren’t for the fact that I love Ezra dominating me, I would wonder if I were a true Domme with a taste for soft, feminine flesh, instead of the confused switch that I am.

“Please, Mistress, kiss me.
” Monica’s hands tighten on my ass and she presses her small chest against my larger one. I want to rip her blouse from her body and see if her breasts are as perfect as they feel. I breathe heavily trying to regain my composure. I softly take her mouth with my own, a gentle press of lips. Monica opens her lips and she sighs against my mouth. I dab my tongue inside her mouth, just enough to give her a hint of my taste.

“If I didn’t know any better
, I’d think you want me, Monica.” I breathe against her lips.

“Yes, dammit,
I do!” I tighten my fist in Monica’s hair when her voice rises to a level that we would be heard.

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I was confused, pissed, and hurt. I thought you wanted Kayla. And then I saw your bracelet and knew that I cou
ldn’t have you since you had a Master.”

“I’m
a switch, Monica,” I purr. “I can have a master and a pet.” I breathe pet into Monica’s ear, and I’m rewarded when she goes lax against me.

“I know that
, now. I didn’t until we came in here and you asked me to sub for you.” She giggles at that. “You have no idea how badly I want to touch you right now.” She says in a husky voice filled with need.

“How about
I touch you instead?” I take Monica’ mouth with mine and viciously kiss her- feed from her mouth like she is my last meal. Her small fists clench my ass as she mews against my mouth. I bunch her skirt up, using my fingertips until I’m underneath it. I skim my fingers up her smooth thigh and wiggle them under the seam of her panties.

“Let’s see if you truly want me, Monica.” I say as my finger slide
s easily into her hairless slit. “I love a bare pussy,” I purr into her ear.

“Let me touch you,” Monica
begs as I slip two fingers inside her and rub my palm on her clit. I almost come when she sucks on the mark the Ezes placed on my neck.

“I’
m the master here, Monica, no topping from the bottom. I won’t allow it. I will punish you with great vigor if you do.”

“Please,” Monica pleads, and
her pussy tighten on my fingers. Her channel starts contracting around my fingers, milking for something I don’t have. It’s times like this that I wished I had a cock, so I could fuck my sub until they’re crazy with need for my seed.

“I don’t allo
w females to touch me. I’m the master. I give the pleasure and the pain.” Never once have I wanted to be touched in return. But for some undeniable reason, I do now. I’m not sure I’ll be able to avoid it during my final.

“Come on my hand, Monica,” I demand.
“Pretend it’s my big, fat cock, pumping away inside your sopping wet, tight pussy. Milk my fingers dry,” I chant.

I suck Monica’s
kiss and hungrily eat her cries of pleasure as she drenches my hand with her release. I hold her tightly while she spasms around me.

When Monica
finally relaxes, I fetch a hand towel from the sink and gently wipe her dry. I settle her skirt into place as she leans on the wall. I reach up and smooth her hair from her face, putting her to rights.

“I’m very pleased with you, Monica. I would keep you if I didn
’t think that you and your new master would complement each other so well. I think you will fulfill all of each other’s needs.”

I can’t resist Monica’s kiss-
swollen lips, reddened from my pleasure. I brush a kiss on them, and I’m rewarded with a moan.

“Good girl, I’ll let you know when the scene is. It will be in the dungeon. I can’t wait to enj
oy you again. Perhaps your new master will allow me to play once and again.”

I
leisurely kiss Monica- lingering.

When she can stand on her own
, I turn to examine myself in the mirror. I laugh when I notice how both our lips are kiss-swollen and our eyes are glazed. Yep, there is no hiding that. I laugh as I unlock the door and step out into the living room.

I walk with my head held high as all eyes lock onto me. I glance over my shoulder as Monica follows me like a lost puppy. I chuckles as she flushes crimson from embarrassment. She veers towards Kayla
, seeking comfort from another familiar submissive. I give the pair a wink, and huff a laugh when their eyes seek the floor by their feet.

“Hmm
… did the Kat just eat the canary in our bathroom?” Cort snidely asks when I stand next to him. I rub my cheek on his upper arm like a well-contented cat.

“I needed a sub
missive for my final. I was giving Monica a test drive,” I say as I slide my fingers into Cortez’s mouth, the fingers I brought Monica with and I failed to wash. He groans against my hand and pulls me in front of him so that my back leans against his chest.

“That wasn’t nice, Kitten. People could see my reaction.” He presses his erection against the small of my back
, proving just how nice it was.

“I enjoyed it,” I say
, and then lick my fingers clean of Cort’s saliva. I feel his cock jerk behind me. 

“Monica
is an odd and surprising choice for your submissive. You do so love a challenge,” Cort teases.

“Overachiever,” Ezra says as he joins us.
“I think Kitty Kat is going for bonus points for getting her frenemy as her submissive. I’m impressed.”

Ezra shocks
us when he presses his length against the front of my body and kisses Cort full on the lips above my head. I lean back, trying to watch. Cort’s body tenses, waiting for Ezra’s rejection. Neither has ever displayed their affections in public. I’m the only one who has ever witnessed their kiss.

Two sets of hands grasp the other’s face as they quietly mo
an into each other’s mouths. I’m awkwardly sandwiched between two men who are grinding their erections into the small of my back and my tummy, and they do this in front of an entire group of our friends and family. Many people in the room are unaware that the pair are lovers. Some even believe that Cort and Divina are a true married couple.

Just as I
begin to panic and try to wiggle out from under their arms, Ezra detaches himself from Cortez’s mouth long enough to pick me up and attack my lips. The pair descends on me like starving men, ravishing me. Before I can respond or kiss back, Ezra gently places my feet back on the floor.

“If you’re going to master someone in our bathroom
, the least you could do is share with your master,” Ezra says with a slight tinge of Master Ez in his voice.

“I wasn’t aware that I had to bring it up the hierarchy
. What about your master and your master’s master, as well,” I tease, trying to solve the mystery as to who is the Master of the Universe.

I w
atch as both men look to their ex-master, Dexter. His face is filled with pride as he looks to the three of us he has trained.

“Who is his M
aster?” I tip my chin towards Dexter as I ask them both.

“You’ll find out
soon enough… at your graduation,” Ezra says as he smiles down at me. Ezra places a palm on my cheek and echoes the movement with Cortez as well. I roll my eyes to see the expression on Cort’s face. He was just outted in front of everyone. It must be especially difficult for someone who isn’t truly bisexual. His eyes shine with unshed tears. I expect to see embarrassment, but he looks to Ezra with awe.

“I miss
ed you both since this morning. I refuse to live a lie anymore. Fuck them if they don’t understand us,” Ezra declares with pride. Both Cort and I shake our heads in response- we are speechless. 

***

“Well, that went better than I’d expected… but no wedding planning got done.” I speak as I drag a trash bag around the room, cleaning up after the party goers.

“The wedding isn’t for six more weeks, we
have plenty of time. This was Aaron and Kayla’s engagement party.” Ezra drops an armful of garbage as I hold the bag open for him. “Who would have thought our friends and family were such lil piggies.”

“You haven’t hosted ma
ny parties, have you?” I chuckle as I attack a wine stain on the seat of a dining chair. “So how are you with outing us? I know they are your family and friends, but the press will undoubtedly get wind of it. Will it affect your careers?”

“I’m fine with it. I
wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t. I worry about Cort, though. My business is in the limelight, but it isn’t consumer driven like Cort’s.”

“Was it a
spur of the moment kind of thing or premeditated?” I stop my spot cleaning and watch Ezra as he tries to put his thoughts into words.

“I planned on doing it at the party. I was going to give a little speech or something. But when I saw the look on your face when you left the bathroom
, I wanted to tell the world that you’re mine- that Cortez and you are mine and that we’re each other’s.”

“Teeth marks and bracelets aren’t good enough for ya? I’m just waiting
for you to start pissing on us,” I say with a little laugh, but I’m only half joking.

“I would mak
e you walk around with the scent of my spunk if I could. You make me feel like a damned animal,” Ezra growls out. I throw a cupcake at his face for that. He catches it midair and takes a hardy bite out of it. I raise a brow at him. I’m surprised he hasn’t tattooed
mine
on our foreheads during our sleep.

“You and Cort need to get something settled soon
, so that we can live peacefully,” I warn Ezra.

“And what would that be, Kitty Kat?” Master Ez rears
his controlling head.

“I know what your issue is and why, Ezra. You both need to talk it out. I’m not butting my nose in, b
ut I’m giving you a few days or I will find a way to fix it if you don’t,” I threaten.

“There is no
thing you can do, nor can I.” Ezra sadly sighs. “I’m sure there is a lot Cortez left out of his confessional, and there are things I’m too embarrassed to tell you, but I will if you want me to.”

“What, what I am I missing?” I quietly ask.

Ezra sits at the table and puts his head in his hands. A deep sigh rumbles up from his chest. He looks at me with an expression of worry. “We’re both doing things that hurt each other and neither will back down. It’s a lot better since you came back into our lives. Cortez is with someone else,” a jealous edge creeps into his voice.
“You mean this mystery master everyone keeps talking about, but won’t tell me who he is? I know that Cortez is sucking him off. I assumed you negotiated it.” Ezra stares at me in stunned silence. It’s like he finally sees that I’m his equal and not a total dipshit.

“There was
no negotiating because the key word is
Master
. There is a hierarchy of strength, and
he
is at the top. I won’t lie. I’m jealous for so many reasons. I used to worry that he’d steal Cort away from me, but I know I was just being irrational. But that didn’t stop me from retaliating,” Ezra says in shame.