Dalton (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (6 page)

“What?” His eyes glaze over and I smile at the information it provides.
“Keeping secrets are we, Daniel? I guess I understand why you let Ava lead you around on a leash.” His eyes widen in fright. 
“Get to class, Niel. I won’t tell anyone. Your secrets are safe with me. If you have any other secrets, especially those pertaining to your bitch of an aunt, I’d tell me if I were you. I don’t think you’d like your secrets made public. I hear your grandfather is a real old-school motherfucker. He wouldn’t take kindly to your temperament.” 

He watches me in confusion as I display my force of will- not Thompson’s will- Font’s.
I see clarity and understanding flash through his eyes. He shakes his head and I unlatch my hand from his neck.
“I will, Sir. I promise
to let you know about her. She’
s closer to publishing the sequel to Masters of Restraint. I’ll see what else I can find out for you.” He says agreeably.

I shove him towards the classroom and follow him. He stops abruptly in the doorway and I plow into his back. A grunt is forced from my throat as my rib protest
s
the movement
.
“Niel, do I have to put tail
li
ghts on your ass? Move it, fuck
head.”
I give him another shove into t
he room. We’
re late and I hate
being
the
last
one
in the door. All eyes latch onto me with a wide variety of expressions- disdain wins out.

I glance around the room trying to figure out what stopped the kid in his tracks. My eyes find my mother at the head of the class chatting with Dexter and Marcus. But that isn’t what captured the kid’s attentio
n- Ava is in attendance. The
fourteen-year-
old is setting next to her mother
with a scowl on her face. Syn si
ts on her other side. I guess the child is in trouble again. I smirk.

It’s too bad they don’t know who I am. I could be a valuable source of information on how living the lifestyle fucks with a child. I was born into it. Ava had almost t
welve years of innocence. That’
s more than I received. The past two years have warped the already too mature child into a miniature version of her adoptive grandfather.
I feel eyes on me and turn towards the sensation. I gasp audibly and my knees go weak. My heart beats a rapid tattoo beneath my chest. I clutch my side as my rib throbs like a toothache. Tears form in my eyes as the grav
ity of his presence hits me. I’
m going to kill whoever brought him here.
I stare into wide, innocent, deep brown eyes and they stare back. His soft brown hair curls above
his chiseled jaw. His firm lips lift slightly at the corners. His hand gives a slight wave in recognition. I’m not sure how he recognizes me as Dalton Thompson, but I
guess I would recognize my M
as
ter in disguise, too
. I watch as he stands
and approaches me. My feet move without thought
towards him. We meet in the center of the room in front of the desks. I yank his taller, lithe body to my broken one and wince when he squeezes me too hard.
“Master,” he breathes against my neck. “I
’ve
missed you.”
I start to bawl. I try to hold it in and fail. I haven’t seen him since the night my life changed three years ago, since I took lives
to save his
. He was my playmate, my solace against the pain I lived
through
on a daily basis. Later when I grew strong enough I bent his will with mine. I hate him for being here. It brings
up
the feeling
s
- the memories.
I rub my eyes against his shoulder to clear my vision and look to my Master. The look on her face informs me that she brought him here for me as a reward. I show her all the loathing I feel for her with one single glance. I resented her earlier for turning me into a murderous whore. I loathe her for bringing him here and putting him in
to
danger, not only from everyone at Restraint, but from me.
“Sebby, I missed you too.” I say as I draw away from him. I don’t need to speak with my mother she knows my thoughts as if
I’ve said them aloud. My dad
looks at us with regret. He knows my feelings on this subject and I would lay my life on the fact that he argued my point. He also has a love-loathe relationship with our Master.

I was a focal point when
I entered the room, but now I’
m the center of attention. All eyes are on me as they look on with curiosity. The asshole is bawling like a child as he holds a submissive male in his arms. Dalton Thompson is a straight asshole. He wouldn’t create such a spectacle. Sebastian looks at me with acceptance. I turn into the asshole and walk away as if I didn’t just embrace him. I leave him standing in the center of the room as I take my seat in the back corner. I glare at anyone who dares to look in my line of sight. I feel nauseous over what I must do to defuse the situation. I look around the room until I find my next victim- the one with the biggest payoff. After class I will hit my target.
We all sit quietly as the top Masters furiously discuss something in the front of the room. My eyes drift to Sebastian and drink him in. I close my eyes to cut off my sight. I try to stop the memories from flooding my mind.
“Is he hard?” The gruff voice of my f
ather demands.
The female at my
fee
t shakes her head no since she’
s unable to talk with my flaccid cock rammed into her mouth.
“Well, suck him harder,” he hisses in frustration.
I grit my teeth as she pulls harder. My dick shrinks farther trying to get aw
ay from the bruising force she’
s drawing on us.
“Get the kid,” Tony commands Bruno.
Tears fill my eyes as the young woman at my feet sucks without results. Th
is is my first blow job and it’
s my punishment. I would feel worse if she were her
e against her will as I am. It’
s something Anthony Marconi is known for, but I’ve seen this youn
g woman working the floor. She’
s one of his prostitutes an
d no doubt she’
s getting paid overtime for trying to suck the gay out of Tony’s son.

“I have a reward for you, S
on. You will finish with Sandy. I have a treat that will no doubt swell your worthless cock.” The evil gleam in his eye worries me.
“No!” I shout when Bruno escorts my reward into Tony’
s office- Sebby. I’ve tried to protect him and I’ve finally failed. I wrench away from Sandy and try to pull my submissive behind my back
in protecti
on. Tony and Bruno are sadistic
bastards, but
not as bad as my mother’s
father- Pierre. Pierre sits on the sofa and watches with
a supreme ex
pression on his face. We’re all
his toys to do with as he wishes.
“Relax, Dalton. I wish your friend no harm. I just need him to give you some encouragement.”

He pushes me back into the center of the room and points at Sandy to get back to business. He takes Sebastian over near his desk and watches me.
I cast my eyes to the floor as the female continues to pull on me without results. Shame and embarrassment flood me. In the years since my punishment
s
began I’ve abstained from touching for pleasure. This is my final test. The douche-bag is testing me. He has a female at my feet and my submissive at his side. I groan deep in my throat in frustration. Sandy will not get a result, but Sebby will. Tears flood my eyes and stream down my fa
ce.
“You sicken me, Dalton. I’
m thankful that you never took my last name. I wouldn’t want a freak of nature baring the name Marconi. No matter how much we punish you, you don’t change. You lie to our faces.”
The proof in his words is obvious as the attractive, young woman continues to pull on me with her mouth and I stay limp.

“What are you to my son?” Tony asks Sebby. “Are you gay too?” He doesn’t say the word with disgust as he does when it’s directed at me. He sounds curious. I don’t like the look of his thick sausage-like fingers gripping the arm of the only person who belongs to me. Possession flares thick in
my veins.
“He’
s my Master. I’
m straight.” Sebby being the most honest person I know answers just the questions that are asked and nothing more. It is a
trait I taught him at Kink. He’
s too naïve and easily led. I had to train him for the past few years to get him only to heel to m
y command. Even at eighteen he’
s still too innocent with all we’ve seen. I’ve tried to filter the violence of my life so that it didn’t impact him. Today is his first meeting with my sire
. He has met Pierre previously. Pierre always watches him with unadulterated lust. I fear I can’t protect him today.
“Well, I will admit it’s admirable that my son is so strong willed even at his age. I take credit for that. I blame his mother for his weak body and how the frou-frou French bullshit turned him into a pansy. Has he commanded you to service him?”

I see the panic hit Sebby as he tries to figure out how he should answer- truthfully or in defense of me. I close my eyes in defeat because I know the truth wil
l always win out with Sebby. I’
m not proud of my actions
.
“Yes,” he says flatly. Tony
eyes me with revulsion. 
“You forced yourself on an innocent boy?” He asks me in a voice tinged with pride. It’s not okay to be gay, bu
t you can rape men. I’ve seen Jon
do so several times as he punishes my
grand
father’s associates.
“No, not force, you cannot force those who are willing. I
t
isn’t what you think and it was a long time ago.”
I push the words out between my clench teeth.
“Did you enjoy it?” Tony asks Sebasti
an incredulously.
“Yes, if it’s my Master’s pleasure, it i
s mine.” I sigh heavily as I hear the reverent
tone in his voice. He’
s a normal
kid except when it comes to me-
if you can call growing up in a brothel normal.
He wants to obey me and it’s addictive, especially with how young we are. Most of our time is spent with me protecting him from me. 

“Fine, take yourself in hand and allow your Master to gain pleasure from it.” He twists the word Master as if it’s a dirty thing, not the gift those in my lifestyle see it as.

Tony doesn’t need the lifestyle to feed his needs. He lives his life as a criminal. There are no safewords with Anthony Marconi or Pierre Fontaine.
I try not to watch as Sebby takes his length into his hand and strokes himself from root to tip. He isn’t obeying my
father.
He’s
obeying the need to please me. He was told to do this for me and he will. He hardens under his own hand because he must.

I don’t touch him in this manner because I
’d
never know if it’s because he wants me or needs to please me. I see how he looks at the girls at Kink. I allow him to enjoy their company. I know he doesn’t see me as a lover, only as a Master. I avoid this part of our relation
ship like the plague because I’
m insanely attracted to him. The consequences of that attraction could be
come a
disaster
. I know I could command him to be my lover and he would willingly obey. I don’t want that, I want someone who wants me for me.

I try not to notice how perfect and smooth he is as his hand glides over the silk cover steel of his cock. I feel my dick start to harden. I try to think of anything other than what it feels like to have his lips at my mouth. The more I push the thoughts away the faster they stream in my mind playing out in a montage of memories of our innocent touches over the years.
I shout to the ceiling as my release flows into Sandy’s eager mouth. She makes hungry noises as she devours me down her throat.

I look to Sebastian in shame. He found n
o true pleasure in the act. He’s still hard in his hand.
He
won’t
finish unless commanded. I do not give him the right. It isn’t out of punishm
ent, but out of respect. I don’
t want Tony, Bruno, or Pierre to know the pleasure of his release. The look of pity on
Sebastian’s
face turns my stomach.
I drop to the floor and crawl to the corner to vomit. I heave and heave until my stomach protests and my muscles seize. A sharp kick to my side and I hear a s
nap. It isn’t t
he first rib I’ve
broken and doubtful it will be the last.
“Sebastian, get the fuck out of here and never come back to this God forsaken hellhole.” I scream hoarsely from my acid burned throat.
Even while reliving the memory I know he will come back h
ere
one last time.
I’
m beaten
nearly to d
eath, not for the proof that I’
m gay, but for vomiting on my father’s carpet. My face is smeared in the mess while Tony and Bruno taunt me. Pierre’s hand is the one tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck- hair just like his. He brings in his partner Jon to enjoy my torments. The four of them kick, beat, and abuse me. They humiliate me while Jon uses me for his own pleasures. The torment doesn’t stop until my visitation ends and Devlin comes to fetch me.