Unleashed (35 page)

“Hi, Katya,” a pleasant voice says. A warm palm slides down my right arm until he clasps m
y hand and shakes it formally.

“Nice to meet you, s
ir,” my voice cracks from worry. He sounds pleasant enough and acts really nice, but I have no clue what is to come.

“May I call you Kat?” I shake my head yes
, only to realize he can’t see me. I lick my lips a few times to moisten them.

“Yes, you may call me Kat
. May I call you by your given name, sir?” He glides his thumb against the back of my hand in soothing circles.

“Call me Whitt, all my friends do. We actually me
t at a birthday party a few months ago. I didn’t have the pleasure to speak with you, though. Don’t worry, I won’t accost you.” Whitt chuckles. His laugh is infectious. I can’t picture him, but he oozes charm.

Whitt
must be the man that Kristal calls master instead of her true master, Queen. I don’t know why they do it, but it’s none of my business.

“Maybe in the future your m
aster will allow us to play together. I won’t touch you until you know me, and accept and crave my touch. A simple kiss will do for tonight. Sorry, it’s necessary. Please, don’t be frightened.” Whitt speaks formally and calmly, but for some reason, he sounds really young. I can hear it beneath the surface of his deep voice.

“Okay,” I
shyly whisper.

Whitt’
s mouth connects with my slightly parted lips. He kisses me with skill, not a brush of lips or a hungry feast. This is a man you could kiss for hours and still crave more. I softly pull his bottom lip in between mine and run the tip of my tongue along the curve of his. He rewards me with a quiet moan. He doesn’t pull me any closer. Our hands and lips are the only body parts connecting, and it’s sweet, almost innocent. The feel of so little is more arousing than all the stimulation Dalton doled out. Whitt reluctantly pulls back, and I’m left leaning forward with my lips parted and my eyes glazed over.

“That was,”
Whitt clears his throat. “You’re both lucky bastards,” he says to Ezra and Cort. I feel movement to my side and hear a thump. I envision the man version of a hug- half handshake, half embrace.

“It must have been one hell of a kiss, Whitt. I don’t think C
ort or I have that effect on Katya.” Ezra’s affectionate laugh tells me that he isn’t offended, that he found it amusing, and he and Whitt are very close friends.

“Do this for me, please,” Ez
breathes in my ear so softly I’m not sure I heard him right.

“Katya,” a gentle command
forces my face towards the sound. I tilt my head to the side, tasting the flavor of the voice in my mind. I know that voice. Yes, he is the master of us all. It’s so frustrating that I can’t place it. If a sound had a taste, his voice would be smooth, silky, smoky, and quiet. It’s a voice you would instantly obey. A voice you would do anything to hear. A voice you pray doesn’t rise against you in anger.

“Master,” I
shyly reply.

Master’s
lean fingers rove over my hair, and then caress the curve of my jaw. His fingers are as soft as a female’s, long and tapered- elegant. I study him as he studies me. He is a man that works with his mind not his hands. His thumb smoothes across my lips and I sigh from the satiny feel of the sensation. My scalp prickles and tingles as my body flushes hot.

Master takes my lips
in a highly sensual kiss. I gasp into his mouth as the tip of his tongue caresses mine, demanding a response. Whitt kissed with skill. This man kisses as an expert- a true master. I hear Ezra’s mantra whisper through my mind
don’t process- react.
And I do- I respond by mirroring the master’s movements with my lips and tongue. Our kiss is a perfectly choreographed dance, our master leads and I follow.

“Katya,” he moans against my lips. “You do our family proud. You’re such a curiosity.”

Strong arms circle my hips from behind and lift. My hands automatically settle on his forearms. Ezra draws my back against his chest until my head rests on his shoulder. The elegant hands palm the back of my thighs and loosely wrap my legs around his waist. His fingers skim from my shoulders and down my arms until they twine with my fingers. He lifts my hands and places them on his shoulders.

My fingers twist in his hair wrapping
the tight ringlets in my fist. “You have curly hair,” tumbles out my mouth.

“Ah- you’re trying to figure out who
I am.” He gently laughs, a deep rumble that has my sex pulsing. “Yes, I do have curly hair. You’re so observant, Kat,” he teases.

“I
will figure it out eventually, sir.” My voice holds a hint of cockiness.

“Oh,
of that I have little doubt. And it will be a very interesting conversation when you do.” He kisses me again, hungry this time. I inhale his addictive scent.

“You smell so good,” rumbles out my throat before I can stop it. I smirk from embarrassment.

“You do, too.” He laughs and he rubs his nose against mine in an Eskimo kiss. His playful demeanor reminds me of someone. Who is he?

“You remind me of Ezra,” blurts out before the thought even forms in my mind.
I want to twist my foot around and shove it down my throat.

“Oh, fuck,” Ezra wheezes
out as he silently laughs. “Katya may figure it out before you’re finished.” His chest shakes from his laughter.

“I hope not,” the master
sounds worried. “It is highly possible. I guess I better skip the foreplay.”

“I think that is necessary.” Ezr
a says as he nestles his face against the side of my neck. “I need this, Katya. I need this to lessen my guilt. Do this for me. Even the score,” Ezra pleads.

My mind isn’t processing what Ezra is asking of me, but when Ezra continues to whisper pleas in my ear, warning alarms go off in my mind.
“You will love it. Please, don’t fight. Just relax and enjoy the connection. Please do it for me. I trust him with everything I have. This will ensure you trust and connect with each other. He is your new master, Katya.” Ezra’s whisper vibrates my earlobe, and I shiver from the sensation. I try to relax, but it’s difficult since I have a pretty good idea what comes next.

Ezra is giving me to his master as an apology for repeatedly fucking his master’s partner, which was retaliation for the skullfuckage Cort has had to endure. I’m perpetuating a cycle of hurt and pain, and I am powerless to stop it.

No fumbling, prying, or twisting with his fingers at the flaps of my catsuit as I’d expected. Without preamble, my new master deftly slides the bulb of his cock inside the entrance to my pussy. I gasp at the sensation of him stretching me. I’ve no idea how he navigated the complex folds of my catsuit with expert precision. Another puzzle piece falls into place. He is an expert because he’s played with this type of costume- a lot and often.

I arch my back and moan in
to Ezra’s ear as the elegant man slowly enters me- agonizing inch after inch. My body fights his width, no matter how aroused I am or how slowly he presses, I’m stretched to my limits.

“Fuck, Ezra, she’
s so tiny.” He growls out as he forcefully penetrates me in one long, hard thrust, until he is buried to the hilt. I writhe under the stretch and force of his thrust. I bite the side of Ezra’s neck to stifle my cries. Ezra jerks underneath me, tightening his arms across my chest.

“How the hel
l did the pair of you enter Katya at the same time?” His voice is laced with awe.

“Plenty of rum and foreplay,” Ezra chuckles out.

“I knew you could do it, Katya, connect their chasm. Did you revel in the sensation of the three of you making love? Was it soul fulfilling?” The sound of his words is pure silk. I try to reason out who Ezra would confide such intimate details with. I groan when I realize this man is riding me bare. I add that to the list as well. Who would Ezra trust to enter me naked? I know I’ve heard the word chasm from someone’s mouth recently.

“Katya i
s thinking too much. You can do better than that,” Ezra teases. “You don’t want her to figure it out mid-fuck, do you?” 

“My apologies, Katya,” the master
purrs. He lifts me until I’m wrapped around his body, and deeply pumps inside me. Three thrusts in, and my ability to form a single thought is eradicated. A twist of his hips, and I can’t remember my own name. I tighten my arms and legs around him as I try to stay my release. I keen loudly and listen as it echoes around the dungeon as the pleasure turns to painful torture. My body fills with pressure that needs released. This man will force me to cum. I cannot hold my orgasm as he assaults me. He hits every trigger I have, both sexually and mentally. I would follow this man into hell if he commands.

F
amiliar fingers move the strands of hair sticking to my neck. I feel breath tickle under my ear a second before he speaks. “Give your master your pleasure, Kitty Kat. You’ve both earned it,” Ezra breathes into my ear.

Hours of constant arousal and s
timulation explode the moment Ezra whispers his permission in my ear. I scream to the ceiling and my body writhes as if possessed. I clench down on my master so tightly that I can feel the heartbeat in his cock. My body stills for a split second before it contracts over and over on his hard length. He firmly holds me, making sure we don’t break contact as he releases inside my body. Spurt after spurt erupts inside of me as my body hungrily milks him into my womb.

The force of the orgasm drains me to the point that I almost pass out from its absence. My body falls lax,
my arms and legs hang off the master. Only his grip on my hips and his cock anchoring us keeps me from falling to the floor.

The deep rumble of h
is infectious laugh causes me to quiver in delight. “Fuck,” he laughs, “Fuck.”

Arms support me from beh
ind and slowly pull me off the master waning cock. I writhe as my body releases his. A smaller orgasm waves through me from the sensation of his cock sliding free. 

“Cort, come get our
girl. I’ll meet you in our room,” Ezra orders his partner. “Say thank you, Kitty Kat,” Ezra prompts me. “Tell your master how much you appreciated his attentions.”

“Thank you, Master. I have no words for how I’
m feeling.” I shyly say to the man I have no name for.

“It was my pleasure, Katya. I hope after you find out my identity
, you won’t blame any of us.” I thought he was joking until I hear the thread of worry lacing his voice.

“
Ezra, did I make you proud,” I bashfully whisper to Ezra.

“Immense
ly, my love, immensely,” he softly says as Cort picks me up and bundles me into his arms.

“That was beautiful, Kitten
,” Cortez mumbles against the side of my cheek as he strides towards our private room. “You have no idea how special that was for Ezra and me, especially for- him.” I know Cortez means the unknown master.

“You could see,” I say in confusion as Cort enters the security code on our private dungeon apartment.

“Night vision,” Cort admits as he shuts the door by kicking it with his heel.

“Huh?” No one
’s night vision is that sharp.

Cort
stands me in the bathroom, and with a rough tug, my catsuit is peeled from me. It took twenty minutes to pull it on and less than a second to rip off- no fair.

“Shower quickly.
Your energy is going to plummet in a few short minutes,” Cortez warily warns.  He picks me up and stands me in the already running shower. The warm spray washes all the stickiness from my body. I watch
his
semen drizzle down my leg. I frown at it in confusion and worry.

“We all had night vision goggles on, Kitten. We could see
, even when you couldn’t,” Cort clips out, scared of my reaction.

“That… is… just… fucked…up… seriously fucked up,” I drag out in awe.

“It’s not often we have a female reach this level. Queen’s induction was interesting to say the least. Syn and I were inducted on the same night, and that was pure torture.” Cortez shivers, reliving the experience.

“
What happened?” I ask as I rinse the suds from my body.

“
I’m not ready to talk about it,” Cort replies as he roughly dries me with a fluffy towel.

“How come
you’re being so rough?” I ask him when I can barely stand from his ministrations.

“I’m trying to get the blood flowi
ng. Your body and mind have had shock after shock tonight. I’m still pissed for what Ezra pulled while you should’ve been resting. You should see the cane marks on your behind. He hit you too hard for a beginner. I know you can take it, but not tonight. Ezra shouldn’t have done it tonight,” Cortez exhaustedly explains. “Go snuggle up in bed. I’ll be with you in a moment. I have to get washed up.”

I crawl in
between the cool sheets and deeply sigh. I hadn’t realize how much my body hurt until I was motionless. I stretch out and groan from the aches and pains.

“Drink this,” Cort say
s as he hands me a coffee mug.