Unleashed (36 page)

“What is it?” I ask
as I suspiciously eye the cup’s contents. It’s a funny color.

“Dumbass,
” Cort snorts. “It’s carrot juice. It’s loaded with vitamins to help with the shock and get your system back to normal once the endorphins are used up. You’re in for a huge Sub Drop. You’ll feel hung-over tomorrow. I just hope it’s not too bad for you. So much happened tonight, and I worry about what Ezra put you through before we left the apartment.” 

I take an experimental
taste of the juice. It awakens my suppressed thirst. I down the mug in one gulp.

“No
w, nurse this bottle of water. Don’t take too much. I don’t want you throwing up. You may feel nauseous later anyway.” The worry in Cortez’s voice confuses me.

“I feel fine. A little tired
, is all. What’s the big deal?” My words are sluggish and slurred. 

“How does your head fee
l? Do you have any questions?”

“My mind feels fuzzy
, like I can’t grasp a thought. Is that normal? I don’t feel sick or anything.”

“It’s normal, but it tells
me that tomorrow is going to suck for you. I’m sorry, Kitten. I knew it would be rough. I wasn’t sure if you were ready yet. Usually we train for a lot longer, take on a submissive of our own, and scene many times before we are thrust into the chaos. First, Ezra caned you, then you went from commanding a scene as a dominant to getting a tattoo, and finally, you finished off the night by submitting to not one but eight masters. One of which you fucked for the very first time, and you’re unsure of why. It’s not going to be a good day tomorrow, perhaps even a week. I think this will be too much stress on your body, all things considering. I want to beat Ezra for this. I wanted to wait until after, but he wanted to do it as soon as possible.”

“Why the big hurry? All things considering- what?” 
I sputter.

“Waiting a month or two would have sufficed, but your body wouldn’t have been up for the challenge
, and later on, you may wish to avoid that kind of play. Ezra wanted you to experience it now.”

“I still don’t unde
rstand what you mean?” I mumble.

“I know,” Cort
says, but doesn’t explain. “You did wonderfully tonight, absolutely flawless. Everyone was impressed.” Cort takes the cup from my hand and sets it on the nightstand. He rolls me onto my side, facing him, and snuggles up to my chest.

“Go to sleep. You’
ll have plenty of questions in the morning. And I want you to trust me enough to ask me anything, to tell me everything you’re feeling. It will help with the Sub Drop.” My eyes flutter shut as Cortez whispers, “I love you,” into the crook of my neck.

“I love you
, too,” mumbles out.

I awake enough to feel Ezra cradle me fr
om behind. “How is she,” he whispers. His cheek caresses my naked shoulder.

“I’m worried, Ezra. Kat
is going to drop hard. Tonight was too much, especially from all the stress we’ve had lately. We’ve been waiting for her to get sick. I know she hasn’t been feeling right lately. Now you add this on top of it. She’s going to be miserable physically, not to mention mentally. I want to kill Dalton just for the look on Katya’s face while he was touching her. She was humiliated, Ezra. Do you want the mother of your children to be humiliated like that? I know I don’t.” Cort’s furious hissing is keeping me from the rest I so desperately need.

“It’s over… and Katya
will never be humiliated again, I promise,” Ezra sadly says.

“There are never any guarantees,” Cortez sharply hisses
.

“Do you think I love this, Cort? Do you honestly think I wanted to give my fut
ure wife to another master? I’m a master, and I have to come to terms that I’m not strong enough to top her.” Ezra sounds miserable.

“We did the right thing, Ezra. He will take care of her and
fulfill her needs. You’re right. She will never be humiliated again. He won’t allow it. But I’m not dumb enough to think that is why you had Kat fuck him. I know that was for retribution,” Cortez growls. “Don’t think I don’t know.”

I
drift off after a few minutes of quiet until I’m jarred awake by Cort’s hisses again. “I can’t forgive you for caning her. I just can’t.”

“I lost control. God, you push every but
ton I have,” Ezra exhaustedly sighs. “You make me admit that I’m so weak that I can’t top her, and then that I’m a shitty dominant for losing control. I had to mark her. You know he will never allow anyone but him to do so again. I felt crazed.”

“
Reasons aside, why did you have him fuck her in the main dungeon? It should have been in private, and Kat should know who’s inside of her- she should have a choice. I see his partner didn’t appreciate it, either. By the way, I love the black-eye, Ezra,” Cortez snidely hisses. “Is that what took you so long? While I was nursing Katya, you were screwing someone you should leave the hell alone! You’re such a jealous prick. We both know you go after her because of him and me. It’s a mental fuck you every time you touch her.”

“Cort,” Ezra sighs heavily. “I did what I thought was right. You and I are partners. You’ll never listen to a word I say. I want Kat to be
like that, too. She is the mother of my children and soon to be my wife. I don’t want to boss her around. It will lead to resentment. Look how you’re resenting me right now. If we are equals, then we need the same master, too. I needed him to take Katya with us watching so that I could forgive myself for the shit I’ve done to him, for what I’ve done to her. I won’t lie- she beat the shit out of me for Kat. It wasn’t because I asked him to have sex with Kat. It was because she always said that if I stepped over the line, she’d kick my ass. Master Ez had an issue with it, and I retaliated,” Ezra shamefully says.

“You didn’t force her again, did you? I’ll kick your ass this time if you did. I’m shocked he hasn’t
killed you yet,” Cort hisses.

“He loves me too much. You can only hurt those closest to you, you know that.
She’s not stupid, either. She knows when I’ve gone off the deep end. I vowed never to do it again, to both of them.”

“He watched?” Cort sounds surprised.

“He came in while she was kicking my ass. He said a bunch of stuff and wouldn’t stop until I was bawling like a little bitch. Then he said it was my last time with her, so I better make it count. Yeah, he watched and punished me. You don’t want to know what I just went through. I need to be held as I sleep,” Ezra pleads.

“Why won’t he just beat you to death and g
et it over with,” Cort hisses.

“I don’t know. Why won’t he just fuck you and get it over with,” Ezra hisses back.

“Hey, no fighting, please.” I listlessly slur. “I don’t want to hear anymore. You’re making my brain bleed. I don’t have to know what’s going on to get the gist of your conversation, and I don’t like any of it. Go to sleep, please,” I beg.

They both cuddle up to me. I feel Ezra try to touch Cort and he flinches away. I use the rest of my strength to pull their hands against my tummy
so that they are gently touching. After a few tense moments, they twine their fingers together. I fall into oblivion, my mind blissfully blank.

Chapter
Twenty-Five

“Aaaahh…” I stretch my arms and legs
, flexing every muscle in my body. The ache is intense. I feel bruised inside and out. But I mostly feel confused on the inside.

“Why do I hurt so much?” I speak into the room. The bed is empty, but I assume someone is within earshot. I
just can’t see them leaving me to my own devices.

“I’ll be right out,” Cort calls out from the bathroom.

I assess my body, trying to figure out what is hurting on me. My breast is purple. I can just make out tiny fingertip marks. Syn, the petite sadist, is getting an ass kicking if I ever see her in public. The ache between my thighs makes itself known when I bring my legs together. I’m rubbed raw. Dalton is added to the ass-kicking list. But the majority of the ache is from my master’s endowment. He makes Cortez’s ‘exquisiteness’ seem small by comparison. Hell, my master rivals Dexter’s beast of a cock.

I cover my face in shame when I remember having unprotected sex with a complete stranger, one w
hose name I don’t even know. I’m spiraling down the rabbit hole at an exponential rate.

“What’s wrong, Kitten?” Cort asks as he settles at the foot of the bed. He’s fresh from the shower and fully dressed.

“I just had unprotected sex with a total stranger. I’ve only been with four men until last night. And the sad reality is that they are all involved with you guys. Cort, this is fucked up. Ezra was my first experience, followed by Ray. I didn’t play with men again until I hooked back up with you guys. In the past few months, I’ve hooked up with Aaron, and then you and Ezra. I was fine with that. Aaron and I had our reasons for it. I’m in love with you and Ezra. Yeah, I lust after Dexter, but it may or may not ever happen, and he is my friend. Now, I just went past my comfort zone.”

Cortez intensely looks at me
while he digests everything I said. “You’re going to be a mess. I really want to fuck Ezra up for this shit. It was not a good idea for you to be with him last night.”

“I don’t underst
and why Ezra wanted me to be with him. Sex is sex, but this felt different. I can’t figure it out. The no condom is a hard limit for me, Cort. I’m not on birth control. He may have a disease.” I cover my face in shame.

“You don’t have to worry about pregnancy with him, Swe
etheart. Don’t worry about that,” Cortez comforts me with soothing words that I know are total bullshit.

“What? Is he sterile or something?”
I mutter. Sterile or not, there is still sexually transmitted diseases to worry about. Hell, this is the BDSM Master of all the masters. He probably gives them all a test drive.
Ick
.

“No, I’m positive
he can have kids. It’s beside the point, though. And trust me, he is clean. Um… it’s not like you wouldn’t have contracted something from him via me if it were otherwise. I’m our master’s… usual release,” Cort stammers out.

“Oh, I’m slow,” I whimper, remembering the skullfuckery.

Ignoring my interruption, Cort says, “Trust Ezra enough not to put your safety and health at risk. But I’m now questioning his ability to keep your mental health a priority. It’s damned sick considering he is a psychiatrist,” Cortez hisses. Last night’s anger still hasn’t left him.

“Ezra
stalked me as prey for three years, and then played a twisted game with me. I think we can safely conclude that Ezra is a shitty mental health professional. Hell, Ezra needs his own psychologist to analyze him,” I sarcastically mutter.

“Fuck yeah,” Cortez snorts.

“Why him, Cort? Why was it so important that I have sex with him?” I ask in all seriousness.

“
It was for you to bond with him as your new master and Ezra wanted to feel like he was giving you to him instead of him just taking you away. It will become very clear when you know him. But I can’t tell you who he is. Believe me, I want to. Let’s just say you’re keeping it in the family. The master will explain it to you when you figure out who he is. I’ll give you a hint, Ez learned game-playing from someone.”

“Could you be a more cryptic bastard? Don’t
answer that, I bet you could.” I stretch out again and moan in pain. I have a migraine that pounds in time with my heartbeat, and I’m slightly nauseous. “Why do I feel like shit?” I grumble.

Cort laughs at my expression.
“Well, genius, your body flooded with hormones from pain, excitement, and arousal. It’s like you took uppers, then downers, and followed it all up with a bottle of liquor. Combine all that with the beating and groping, and now your body feels like it was ran over by a train. I can see the confusion in your eyes as well. I’m sorry, Kitten,” Cortez sincerely says.

“My fault, I’ll live through it. I’ve had worse.”
I grunt and stretch.

“Let me treat the marks on your back. How’s the tattoo?”
Cort arches a brow in the direction of my hand.

“Oh, shit! I forgot about it. It bet
ter not be something ridiculous,” I warn. I examine my hand. The fleshy webbing between my thumb and index finger is permanently marked with a
n
M
.
The capitol M is written in elegant calligraphy style. “M?” I ask while I stare at the small tattoo.

“Master or Mistress,
whichever you prefer,” Cortez explains. He holds up his own hand and points at his tattoo. His is exactly the same size as mine. That must be why it stayed hidden so well on his large hand. Mine looks larger in proportion to my small hand. 

Cort hold
s up some lotion and I instantly relax. He slowly massages all my aching muscles. I can feel them loosen and sigh in relief.