Unleashed (11 page)

“What did I say?” Cortez gently grabs Dexter’s
forearm to stop him.

“You’ll tell Katya
next time. It will mean more if she hears it from you.” Dexter’s face and voice are equally soft. “Give Kat your suit jacket- she’s distracting me.”

After I’m cover
ed, I decide it’s time to introduce myself to Heidi. I’m not sure how much she saw, but I’m not embarrassed. Maybe it’s because I already watched Dexter fuck her and I’m pretty sure I’m going to see it again really soon.

“Hi, I’m Kat,” I say to Heidi as I extend my hand to her.
Heidi’s a tiny woman with strawberry blonde hair, big hazel eyes, and peachy skin. I bet she’s as soft as a peach, too.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you
, Mistress.” Her cheeks pink as she looks at the floor in bashfulness or subservience. Her hand is about the size of mine- small for an adult. I rub my thumb across her hand. She is as soft as a peach. I bet her skin pinks up nicely when hit.

My body is satisfied from the blackout sex with Cortez, but my mind doesn’t remember; it thinks it was really good foreplay. Seeing Heidi’s downcast eyes and
meek demeanor, my body has the urge to dominate her. I feel my nose flaring as I inhale air at a greater rate. I abruptly drop her hand and step back. I can’t break the rules- no fucking the submissives.

“Assume
the position, sub,” Dexter says. His voice amused. He’s been watching me from the corner of his eye. Heidi immediately drops to her knees, kneeling before her Master. She perches her ass on her heels and widens her thighs. If she were nude, we would have a very inviting view. Her hands rest on her parted thighs. Her chin in pointed downward, and her eyes are gazing at her Master’s feet.

“Katya, the subservient position is demon
strated perfectly. Study how Heidi is kneeling. It will be useful for both the sub and Domme in you. You will know how to kneel at your Master’s feet and when your sub is being disrespectful. Imprint the position in your mind. I will test you on it next time.”

“Yes, S
ir,” I say as I study Heidi.

“Impeccable as always, Heidi,
you’re a very good girl. You may stand now.” He pats her hair and steps away. “The most important thing a dominant needs to learn is body language. It will tell you more than a sub can put into words, more so than a safeword ever could. Study her and tell me your observations. You have two minutes.”

I watch the beautiful woman
for a few moments and realize that I’ve been using body language my entire life for my own protection. It becomes a useful tool to have right now.

“Heidi is pleased with your praise, and s
he is comfortable in our presence. I think she is awaiting her next command.” I hope I’m right, because I can’t see anything else.

“Very goo
d, Kat.” I want to preen from Dexter’s praise.

“Heidi, please remove your clothing and approach th
e bench. I apologize in advance. This will not be a long session. My patience is very thin this evening,” Dexter huskily says.

Heidi immediately removes her dress. I notice that s
he moves quickly when commanded. I like that. I also wonder if Dexter prefers dresses. She wore one last time, too. I watch her every movement, cataloging it. She’s comfortable with us watching. I remember that Dexter likes private scenes verses public ones, but engages in public for Heidi’s needs.
Heidi has a delicate body, soft, fleshy, and ripe. No muscle definition is visible, just a nice layer of bitable padding. She isn’t pudgy, but completely woman. She rests her shins on the padded supports and leans her belly on the bench. The position puts her round ass and the expanse of her back on display.

“Widen your stance, sub,” Dexter commands
, causing Heidi to slide her knees to the side, opening her sex to our sight. Her soft, pink lips are already swollen and glistening with her arousal. She is definitely a natural, strawberry blonde.

“Kat,” Dexter sa
ys to me and extends his hand. I join him at the bench. “Touch is another way to read your submissive. I want you to place your hand on her back and feel her movements as I work her.”

I rest my hand between Heidi’s
shoulders, just under the nape of her neck. She rises to my hand; that movement lets me know she welcomes my touch. I circle my hand massaging her back, and she relaxes under my touch.

“This is a riding crop.” Dexter
shows me a black stick that has a floppy piece of leather on the end. “I usually start with this for Heidi. I’ve been her Dom for two years, so I know what level to start her on. If it were just the two of you, I would suggest a soft flogger to start, and work up to more painful means. Not all submissives enjoy pain, so you must negotiate with your submissive before you play. Some may only want restraints, or sensory deprivation, and others may want intense pain. We all have different needs to feed.”

Dexter’s hand whips back fast, causing the leather to strike Heidi’s
rear. I feel her tense under my hand as she hisses out a breath. A light pink mark boils to the surface of her ass.

“Look,” Dexter
says, gesturing to her pussy. I take a peek, and notice that Heidi is wetter than before. She enjoyed the spanking. He hits her again across both thighs, and she moans. I feel her rise to meet the hit. He hits her several more times in different locations. Each time she moans louder and starts to wiggle on the bench.

“Sub, hold still,” Dexter commands
, and Heidi immediately still. “Katya, would you be so kind to massage Heidi’s marks while I fetch another toy.”

I stand near Heidi’s
head. I lean down and smooth my hands across her back. She breaks out in goose bumps, and shivers underneath my touch. I can hear her panting, but the vibration is more obvious to the palms of my hands. When I reach her mounded ass and massage, she begins to rub her cheek against my thigh. I don’t have to be a body language expert to read Heidi. I slide my hands down her rear to her thighs trying to avoid her ripe flesh. I notice a red mark across her pussy lips where Dexter had hit her. Even though I want to soothe her there, I avoid it since it’s against the rules. It takes every ounce of my restraint not to rub the pain away. I quickly massage the marks on Heidi’s thighs, and she moans against my leg. I try not to notice her arousal gliding in droplets down her inner thigh. I quickly swipe one droplet with my thumb and lean back.

I gaze up and notice that
Cortez is pressed into the corner by the door, looking half-crazed. I think he’s near the exit in case he has to escape. Dexter stands near Heidi’s feet, studying me.

I’m slow tonight. Dexter
was testing me. He placed the hit on her cunny as a test. I can tell by his expression that I passed. I hold his warm, amber eyes and lift my thumb to my mouth. I draw my thumb slowly past my lips. I barely avoid closing my eyes as I taste Heidi’s essence on the back of my tongue. I want to watch the men as I taste Heidi on the tip of my thumb.

The sound of the door draws my gaze. I catch the sight of Cortez’s white shirt before the door closes. The sound of something hitting the ground draws my attention. A paddle lies at Dexter’s feet. He is frozen, eyes wide, mouth parted, nostrils flaring.

I lick my thumb one last time and savor Heidi’s taste. On my satisfied sigh, Dexter tears his pants open as if he’s sprouted claws. I don’t even get a chance to enjoy the sight of his arousal before he’s sheathing his cock inside Heidi. In less than a second, Dexter screams out his frustrations. Never breaking eye contact with me, Dexter violently fucks Heidi. I lean forward and caress her back during his onslaught. She mews against my thigh, licking my skin like her name is Kitten.  

It doesn’t take long, but the entire time I envision my dominance graduation. I will not break
the rules if sex with Dexter is my reward. The sight of him enraptures me. He screams unintelligible words as he climaxes. Heidi sucks on my thigh to cut off her moans as she orgasms.

I hold Dext
er’s warm, whiskey colored eyes and cum, even though no one is touching me. I bite my lip to stop myself from begging Dexter to take me. We stay frozen in place for a few moments. Heidi panting against my thigh, Dexter deeply rooted inside her. Green and brown eyes locked in silent struggle. Cortez touches my shoulder, breaking the trance.

A though flits through my mind. Monogamy is an illusion, at least for me. I’m in love with the man whose hand is on my shoulder. That should satisfy any need I have, but it doesn’t. I want the man across from me w
ith a desperation that borders on violence. I have another man at home that I would do anything to make my own. I crave mastering the soft female beneath my hands. Yeah, for me, monogamy is an illusion, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. It is freeing- I’m independent in my whoredom. I’ll settle for respecting those I play with.

Chapter Eight

The door behind us shuts with an audible snap. Cortez and I lean against the door
, breathlessly panting in fear. We both look up to Ezra as he stands near the sofa. His eyes widen as he takes us in. We must look like we were running from the big bad wolf as it lurks in the hallway: both of us panting, our clothing shredded, bodies bloodied and bruised, and wild expressions on our faces.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Cort grovels as his knees hit the fl
oor. He didn’t cushion his fall, it’s going to bruise. Shit! That had to hurt.

“Ava?” I have enough sense left to ask if we’re alone.

“Ava’s at the movies with Aaron and Kayla,” Ezra answers. He turns bewildered eyes to Cortez, who is abasing himself on the floor. “What’s going on?”

“I d
idn’t break the rules,” I happily supply.  

“Well, that’s good. I’d hate to have to kill one of my oldest friends,” Ezra deadpans.
“What’s this?” Ezra’s points to Cortez, who is resting his forehead on the floor. I could never be that subservient- ever. I didn’t think Cort had it in him, either.

“Uh… um… yeah,
” I nervously laugh.

I watch
in silent awe as Cortez crawls to Ezra’s feet. Ezra reaches down and takes a handful of hair and lifts Cort’s face, inspecting it. The moment Ezra notices the bite marks on Cortez’s neck, his eyes slightly widen, but otherwise he shows nothing. That doesn’t mean anything coming from Ezra.

“Ah- I see,” Ezra calmly says.
His eyes track over my body, taking in everything that isn’t the same as the last time he saw me.

“So…
yeah… Um-” I try again and get cutoff by Ezra.

“I believe you’ve covered that already, Katya.” He doesn’t sound angry, but I can tell that Ezra is hanging on by the skin of his teeth. Master Ez is trying to enter the building. I doubt Cort’s subm
issiveness is helping matters.

“I didn’t break the rules,” I repeat. “I think Dexter was
very pleased with my progress.” Cortez snorts and it comes out sounding funny since Ezra is unnaturally yanking his neck back by the hair.

“Dexter did give me…
us… some homework, though. I guess, I’m a little to wound up, so I need to have release before our training sessions. He said something about how it’s amping up his needs. I can’t really remember much of that conversation,” I bashfully say. Cortez tries to hold a laugh but fails.

Ezra just watches us both, patient
ly, waiting for the punch line. “See, here’s the thing. We were worked up-”

“We?” Ezra raises hi
s eyebrows as he asks.

“
We…Cort and me… we were worked up. Cort liked my um- fascination with Dexter. And one thing led to another…” I trail off.

“Led to another what, Katya?”
Ezra calmly asks.

“Cort
kissed me, and then I blinked… and we’d had sex, and I can’t remember a single second of it, and neither can he,” I hurriedly finish.

“Is this
true?” Ezra evenly asks Cortez.

“Yes, M
aster, I can’t remember. It’s like I blacked out on lust. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It’s like twelve years of need exploded in a second. I came to on top of Katya after spilling myself. I don’t remember, dammit,” Cort sobs into Ezra’s face.

Ezra
looks worried and sad. He gazes at me for a second, seeing if I’m alright. Clearly, Cort is the one in distress. He lets go of Cortez’s hair and kneels next to him.

“Why are you so distraught? You two can have each other anytime you want. We’ve discussed this already.”
Ezra gently says with a patience I don’t understand.

“Mostly,
I’m upset that I finally had Kat, and it was obviously spectacular, and I can’t remember it. But… I didn’t use a condom, and you didn’t give permission for me to spill inside her.” Cortez is visibly shaking by the time he finishes speaking.

“It’s alright, I’m not mad. It’s the wrong time of the month
, anyway.” Ezra pets Cort’s hair in a soothing motion.

“Hey, how the fuck do you know my cycle?”
I growl at Ezra. He just looks at me like I’m an idiot- no, a twit. I just shrug and sigh. Why do I even bother? “It doesn’t matter anyway. Cort came on my thigh- I think. I checked.”

“How was your instruction?” Ezra asks as he rises
to his feet. He holds out a hand for Cort, who happily accepts the affectionate gesture.

“Kat
definitely pushes Dexter to his limit. Heidi enjoyed her company. Tonight’s lesson was body language.” Cortez is in helpful mode. He’d do anything to take away from the fact that a moment ago he was crawling on the floor like a dog that pissed on the rug.

“Katya, you may go
clean-up for bed,” Ezra dismisses me. My feet walk on their own accord or perhaps Ezra’s accord, all the way to the bathroom. I want to be pissed that I was dismissed so that Cort could give a play-by-play, but I’m too tired to care. Plus a bath is necessary, since I’m covered in fluids. I’m simultaneously turned off and on by the thought- yuck and yum. 

I
longingly stare into the bathtub as it fills with frothy warmness. I test it with my big toe and sigh- it’s perfect. I get both feet into the water and prepare to sit.

A large paw hooks my waist, “N
ot yet.”

“No,” I
defiantly reply.

“Yes,” he growls
back.

“What do you want? You’
re the one who said to get cleaned up in the first place, now you’re bothering me. You’re no fair,” I whine. I stand in the tub with water up to my knees, naked, glowering at Ezra. And it is Ezra, not Master Ez. I’m not sure though. He seems different, almost as if he is finally melding into one being.

Ezra
slides his hand to my groin and I yelp out in shock. Two fingers invade me, and I try to squirm away. “What are you doing?” I protest and swat at his hand.

I push at Ezra’
s hand, but it gets me nowhere. He keeps up his examination, and I try not to enjoy it. He pulls his fingers out of my body and my eyes follow the direction of his hand. Ez squirts a gel onto the same two fingers and goes back again. I try to get away, but the water weighs my movements down. He drops the tube on the side of the tub and hooks my waist again, rendering me motionless.

“It’s spermicide
for precaution,” Ezra huskily breathes into my ear.

“You do know sperm are faster than that, right? It could already be too late. Are you that worried about me producing a lil Cort?”
I taunt him. I try to push away again and he tightens his grip on my waist. He plunges his slippery fingers deep inside of me and I grunt- part shock, part intense pleasure.

“I’m not against Cortez spilling inside
of you. I just want to be there when it happens. I’d like to know when our children are conceived.” Ezra’s breathing picks up as he moves his fingers inside me in a relentless rhythm. No way does he have to keep this pace for this. I’ll admit it’s a nice pace if you want to climax, but it’s unnecessary for what he’d doing.

“You do know that is fucking creepy…
and controlling… and fucked up… and so you? Okay, I’m pretty sure you’re done spreading that gunk around. Stop it!” I paw at Ezra’s hand again, because I’m seconds away from coming.

I enjoy my minor victory when Ezra
releases me. I sink into the water and ignore him until he starts stripping out of his clothing. “What are you doing, now?” I say in a panic.

Ezra
doesn’t answer me. He simply slips into the water behind me and holds me against his chest. His sneaky fingers go right back to work again- thrusting in and out of me, rubbing over my g-spot.

“I’m sure that is defeating the purpose of the spermicide. You’re washing it away.” My breathing picks up as I sta
rt to enjoy his invasion.

“It
instantly kills the sperm. This-” Ezra moves his fingers faster and harder, “is just because I can. You were close to orgasm. Just enjoy it,” he huskily murmurs into my ear.

My reply dies on my lips as Ezra
slides me up his chest until I’m sitting in his lap. The sensation of his cock resting against my slit has my eyes rolling back in my head. Ezra’s hand keeps up its assault as he rests against me. He rubs my breasts with one hand while the other is relentless on my spot- over and over until my eyes go sightless and I’m mewing into his neck.

Ezra
tweaks my nipples, hard, and I writhe from the painful sensation. His hand slides down my tummy until he grabs his own cock from its resting place between my thighs. He starts rubbing himself next to me, against me, over me. One hand is still manipulating my g-spot, the other hand is hitting my clit with every pass over his cock.

“You have to stop. I’v
e gotta pee,” I moan.

My body is filling with pressure. My
mind is overcome with emotions: Ezra is touching me, and I’m loving every second of it. It hurts to know Ezra isn’t mine, but it doesn’t lessen the emotions rolling though my heart. I try not to speak the words out loud.

“No
, you don’t,” Ezra croons in my ear. “You’ve done this for me before. It won’t be messy this time since we’re in the bath. Come for me, Katya. I want to be the one to do it for you, please,” he pleads in my ear.

The pressure keeps building and building. When I don’t think I can hold anymore
, it still fills me. If I don’t release the pressure, the pleasure, soon my skin will burst. My moans and groans echo throughout the bathroom. It’s a keening sound of pleasure just this side of pain.

Ezra’s hands move in and out,
and up and down like pistons. One movement to the next, I find my climax. I groan to the ceiling. I feel my body release itself into the water, pouring the pressure from my being.

Ezra shouts my name as he jerks against me.
His release shoots up to land on my breasts. He rubs his cock around in the mess he made, groaning in pleasure. Within seconds, I go from overpowered by pressure to completely drained.

My eyes dr
ift shut- each blink longer than the last. It’s as if my eyelids are weighted. Ezra picks me up and carries me. I’m so relaxed that I just don’t care. He could carry me to Hell and I would go merrily.

“You guys are soaked.” I hear Cort say from a great distance as I’m swaddled in the covers of a bed that smell like my Ezes.

“Come to bed,” Ezra huskily commands. I try to obey, but my body refuses. I feel bodies press me from both sides, and realize Ezra was talking to Cort. I fall into oblivion, knowing I’m safe and at home in the arms of my men.

Chapter
Nine

“What’s he
doing here?” Monica complains.

“Ezra and Cort wouldn’t let us out of the house without a chaperone. He’ll be going home after he drops us off. He better be going home,” I growl at Aaron
, and he smirks at me through the rearview. I heavily sigh- Aaron won’t be going home. Even if it looks like he is, Kayla and I will never be out of his line of sight. It’s the first time I’ve ever went out with a bunch of girls. Monica’s idea for coffee expanded into a night of unadulterated female fun.

Ava is at home with Ezra and Cortez. They invited over Ezra’s adoptive father, Marcus, whom I’ve yet to meet, and Dexter. I was shocked to learn that Dexter and Marcus are cousins. Lord know
s what they will end up doing.