Unleashed (10 page)

“You’re just scared, that’s all. Being afraid doesn’t make the feelings go a
way.” Cortez confidently says while projecting an arrogant vibe. Like he’s thinking how easy it will be to get into my panties.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin
g about,” I insolently say while folding my arms over my chest.

“
Sure ya don’t,” Cortez knowingly smirks at me. “I’ll wear you down eventually. And as for Ezra, you’re screwed either way. Whether you have sex with him or not, it won’t take your feelings away.”

“I don’t have feeling
s for Ezra,” I defiantly mutter.

“Uh-
huh, riiiigggghhhhtt,” he draws out. “Sure ya don’t. You don’t have to admit it, because I will admit it for you. I know you’re in love with Ezra. No one on this planet knows how difficult it is to avoid him, except for me. And I know you’re scared you will fall for me, too. I’m not an idiot, Kat.” 

“No, not an idiot.
You’re fucking arrogant and cocky.” I turn away from Cort, refusing to look at him. I’m pissed because he is absolutely correct. Cort’s hand flashes out and grips the front of my neck. His fingers tighten to the point of pain- almost bruising. He nips my ear, and I cry out from the sensation.

“We may have a psycho on our hands, Katya. We need comfort. We need each other. You wi
ll not pull away from Ezra or me. You will share our bed so that we may all sleep soundly. I don’t like watching Ezra fret all night. You don’t have to screw, fuck, or make love to us- whatever you want to call it. But you are one of us, and there is no running away from it.”

“I’m scared,” I wh
isper out.

“I know that, sweet
heart.” Cortez lightly kisses my cheek and enfolds me in his arms. I have a strong urge to cry, not just cry- bawl, howl, and scream. I’m so damn scared. I know I’m in love with Ezra. I can admit it. I told Cortez not so long ago that I wanted to be someone’s number one. The loves of my life already have number ones- each other. At this point, I don’t even know where to place Adelaide. I’m just so confused. I don’t know my place in this hierarchy. But I’ll always be someone’s number one- mine.

Chapter Seven

Cort a
nd I wait in Dexter’s private room. I was vetoed on the suggestion of using our room for the lesson. I just cannot see Dexter, the IRS agent sadist, dominating in a space that suits a queen. I asked Cortez if Dexter picked out the décor or if it was standard issue. I was shocked to learn that Dexter did in fact pick out everything in the space, right down to the velvet throw pillows.

“I’m not in the mood for
this tonight,” I say to Cort.

“I thought you’d do anything for a chance to play with Dexter
.” He winks at me and I blush.

“I just want to be at home where I can
see that everyone is okay. We either have the monster, a pissed off ex-submissive, or a rich bitch sending me hate mail. I need to know everyone is alright.”

“You sound like Ezra.” Cort
smirks at me like I’m doing something cute.
 

“Well, most of
the time I act like you. That’s why Ezra and you like me so much. The aspects you love in each other are combined in me- all inclusive with a vagina and tits.” I roll my eyes at Cort. But it’s truth, a hard truth I’ve come to realize.

“Ezra is right. Y
ou’re a fucking twit if you believe that shit!” Cort angrily shouts at me.

“How do you know Ezra
called me a twit?” Confusion heavily twists my voice, and on the heels of confusion is hurt. But I expect nothing less than Ezra spilling our sordid tales.

“Wow!
” Cortez shakes his head in disbelief of my stupidity. “You really are retarded, aren’t you? Just think for a moment. Do you really think that I wasn’t nearby when Ezra was with you- every time he was with you?” His gray eyes bore into mine to drive his point home. I wince.

“Thanks Cort, just twist the knife while you
’re back there, why don’t ya? I get that you two are like this,” I cross my fingers and push them in his face. It’s easier to be angry than afraid. “I get that I’m on the bottom of the list. I get it.” I croak out the last part. I swallow my tears. My eyes burn and my throat tightens.
I will not cry. I will not cry.

“Jesus.” Cort
tries to pull me into a hug.

“No… don’t…
please…” I push my fists into Cort’s chest holding him at arm’s length.

“You can be extremely irrational sometimes, you know that? I don’t know how your brain spins reality into confusion. S
hit, it’s not like that, Kat.” Cort tries to pull me again, but the opening door save me. Dexter strolls in, ignorant to the shit-storm brewing between Cortez and me.
My mouth dries up at the sight of him. I have a buffet waiting for me at home, but the violence contained in a small package known as Dexter flips a switch inside me. He smirks at me as if he knows exactly what I am thinking.

I chance a glance at Cort.
He’s examining me. I’m struck dumb. I truly am a twit. These two are dominants, part of the job is reading their submissive. They aren’t reading my mind, just my body language. I try to school the dumb-shit look on my face and slow my breathing.

“You need to behave, Kat,” Cortez cautions me. I give him an innocent look and he s
norts at me. I’m pretty sure he whispers
Lusting after Dexter, how Ezra of you
underneath his breath. I arch an eyebrow in question and he just shrugs.

Dexter stands before us holding a piece of fancy paper with handwriting on it. He clears his throat, looks at the pair of u
s, and then down to the paper. “Here are the rules requested by your Master,” he begins in his deep, resonant voice. “No sex with the instructor or the submissive. You may touch chest and ass of the submissive. You are here to learn from example with mild instruction on the sub. You are not to touch the instructor unless necessary for your education. All scenes must take place in private. Failure to adhere to the above mentioned rules will result in punishment by your Master.” Dexter smiles at the last part. He flips the piece of paper he is reading from and chuckles.

“Reward for your hard work and your instructor’s dedicatio
n will include a scene of your Master’s choosing to be performed in the dungeon with an audience. Call it a graduation of sorts.” Dexter bursts out laughing. “Jesus, I think he’s trying to kill us with temptation.”

Dexter clears his throat.
“Kitty Kat,” Dexter looks at me and actually blushes. “If you behave during your lessons, by exhibiting great restraint, I will reward you and your instructor with a no holds barred scene between the two of you in our private room witnessed by Cortez and myself. In other words: a free fuck to satisfy your obvious curiosity with your instructor.” Dexter chokes out the last part. “It would have been easier if he hadn’t told us that until after the graduation. Now the temptation will be worse knowing what we get to do.”

I can’t help it, my
eyes devour Dexter. I close my eyes to the vision of him fucking Heidi in the dungeon. My God, I get to have that if I behave. My body clenches so hard that I grab Cortez’s arm for balance. I open my eyes and they immediately seek Dexter out. He is staring back at me, wildly panting. His amazing, leather pants are a whisper away from popping a seam from the tension of his bulging cock. I feel crazed.

“Breathe and behave,” whispers in my ear. It takes me a moment to realize who spoke to me. I take a deep breath and turn to Cortez. I try for innocent and fail. I settle for blushing and covering up my smile with the
back of my hand.

“Your fascination
with Dexter shouldn’t turn me on but-” Cortez abruptly takes my mouth in a bruising kiss. I have to open my mouth for his invasion or cut my lips on my teeth. Cort groans into my mouth as he sucks on my tongue.

Cort
palms the back of my thighs and lifts me to the spanking bench. I’m surrounded by Cortez, his scent, his taste, the feel of his hard, hot body grinding into mine. I savor every touch. I lose myself. I know nothing that isn’t Cortez…

A throat clears. “As much as I’
m enjoying the show, our sub is here for our perusal,” Dexter purrs in a lust-filled voice.

I blink out o
f my haze. I find myself pressed underneath Cort, who is now missing a shirt and shockingly his pants are unfastened. When had that happened? He slowly rises off of me and tucks his spent exquisiteness back into his pants. Cort has marks all over his neck and chest from my teeth and lips- suction marks. Good thing I wasn’t wearing my caps or I’d have bloodied him. 

I’m so absorbed by the sight of Cortez, Dexter, and the newly arrived Heidi
, that it takes a few moments to put myself to rights. My shirt is ripped down the front, the buttons missing. My bra was either torn or bitten apart judging by the jagged edges of the fabric. My left breast is completely exposed and decorated with fingertip bruises and teeth marks. I pull my skirt down from around my waist, noticing my lack of underwear. I find my panties twisted around my right ankle, one leg hole torn out. I try my best to look dignified as I tug my panties past my black Mary-Jane shoe. A nice modest shoe and a very skanky, hot pink panty- I don’t even blush. I, however, turn a bright shade of crimson as I use said panties to dry my moistened thighs.

No way is all that juice from me. The look
of concern on Cort’s face informs me that he had, in fact, contributed to the mess. I give him props for releasing on my thigh without his body or voice betraying him.

Jesus, how
did we get that far so fast? I’m tempted to reach down and check to see if he entered me. It’s like I blacked out from lust. I involuntarily whimper when I move my legs together, a delicious spasm radiates up from my pussy. Somehow I climaxed, too, and don’t remember it. My entire body tremors like a bird setting its feathers.

“Y
ou have to take Katya home and fuck her- both of you. I can’t train her if she is keyed up like this. Kat’s need calls to me, and I want to relieve her of the ache. At least get her off before we train. Cortez, are you listening to me?” Dexter growls while staring at a very confused Cortez Abernathy.

“Yes,” Cortez softly mutters to Dexter, and then he
turns to me and asks, “Did I enter you? All I remember is kissing you, and then Dexter was telling us to stop. I know I finished- I know that much. It’s like I blacked out or something.” He runs his hand through his short dark hair, mussing it up.

“I… I…
I don’t know,” I stutter out. “I’ll check.” I turn and face the wall for some privacy. I slide my hand down my skirt to my groin. I’m swollen and tender. I’m very wet and slippery. I slide one finger into myself and I’m hit with an intense aftershock. I bite my tongue against the sensation, containing a moan. I’m looser than I normally am. I try two fingers and meet some resistance.

“You were definitely inside of me,” I mumble in s
hock. I just had sex with Cort, and I don’t remember a second of it. How sad is that?

“Ez i
s going to kill me,” Cortez cries out.

“
Why, Ezra said we could. Am I missing something here?” I sound grumpy. I wanted to remember having sex with Cort. I’m annoyed that I didn’t say no, but more so that I didn’t get to experience it firsthand. Such a waste, because my body is screaming that it was epic sex.

“You’re not on birth control
, and Ezra doesn’t want you on it for obvious reasons. Ezra has to give me permission to cum inside you… and he hasn’t. He will kill me. I’m not fucking around, Ezra is going to kill me,” Cort groans, yanking at his hair in despair.

“We’re good, honest,” I say more to reassure Cort, than myself
, because I have no idea if we’re good or not. “You didn’t finish inside me. You did on my thigh… and a little bit is on my slit, but not inside me.”

“How can you
be so sure?” Cort looks so hopeful that I’d tell him anything he ever wanted to hear.

“I’m too tight for that, I met resistance. No way would I
be if you’d finished in me. You’re way too large for that.” I shudder as I remember him ramming his “exquisite” cock down my throat. My pussy spasms in need, she wants him back inside of her. “It’s not the right time of the month to worry, anyway. I just had my monthly.” I try to reassure him.

“I wish I could remember what happened
, because by the looks of us, it must’ve been fantastic.” I can’t help it, I bark a laugh from the idiocy of the situation. I finally had sex with Cortez and I can’t remember a second of it. The only thing I remember is the sensation of rightness and that’s it.

“It was fantastic to watch. You were definitely fucking each other
, and neither of you were quiet about it. I heard some interesting things, Cortez, especially on your part.” Dexter smirks at us. I want to beg him for the information. “I’ve never seen anything like that in my life and that is saying something.” Dexter reaches down and palms himself. “We have to get this show on the road before I spontaneously erupt.”