Unleashed (15 page)

The first hit is soft- softer than any of the hits I
’ve given her. She sighs in pleasure. The next hit is the hardest I’ve dealt. She screams long and loud. I don’t allow her to get used to it. I alternate between light, sharp, and mid-range swats.

The entire time I work her
, I watch her body. She isn’t safewording because I can tell she’s entered subspace. Her blue eyes are glazed and cloudy. Their irises are eclipsed by the pupils. She is breathing softly. Her body is beaded with sweat. A gentle touch versus a rough touch elicits the same reactions from her.

I work Kayla
down by making sure each hit is lighter than the last. I kiss and massage her body while she whimpers. Her shoulders, ass, and thighs are a delicious shade of red. My teeth and suck marks blossom against her back and ass. Her thighs are drenched with her arousal. I feel so damned proud.

I notice the room is completely silent. I don’t even hear Aaron or Dexter breathing. I turn to see if they are still here and Dexter’s brown eyes pin me.

“After,” Dexter clears his throat and licks his lips. “After your training is finished, you’ll need to continue with me or our Master. I won’t tell you in what, for I fear it would frighten you. Katya, that was perfect. The way you took a submissive who fears pain and, by her trust in you, you took Kayla to places she’s never been. I’m speechless,” he whispers with pride.

Dexter’s
eyes glow with a fiendish sort of pleasure, and I have no doubt he’s envisioning the crack of his whip against virgin flesh. I don’t want to admit it, but I understand what Dexter is saying. I have a bit of sadist in me or I wouldn’t have felt so powerful in what I just did to Kayla.

“Kayla, sweetheart, c
an you come down and give your master a proper thanks?” Dexter entices Kayla from the spanking bench. She crawls to the floor and looks between Aaron and me in confusion. I know right then and there what I have to do and should have done a long time ago.
We are doing to Kayla what Ezra does to me. One moment he is Master Ez and I have to listen to him, the next he is Ezra, who won’t make up his mind on Adelaide versus me. I don’t know what is up or down with him, what is left or right. The confusion is maddening. I believe he thinks I understand even though I don’t. And Ezra is doing the same thing to Kayla.

I make
an executive decision. Kayla has expressed her confusion about who is her real master. Master Ez controls us all in a way, but that isn’t the type of master I’m talking about. We all accept that Ezra will tell us what to do, and we have to do it or suffer his wrath. Ezra will just be sneaky and do it anyway. No, Kayla doesn’t know if I’m her master or if Ezra, Aaron, or Cortez is, and it’s wrong to do that to her.

“Kayla, beauty,” I say to get her attention. She raises confused, blue eyes up to me
, and then looks at Aaron, and then back to me. Her loyalties are divided, and I know where her love lies.

“Kayla,
from now on Aaron is your only master. You still have to respect all the other masters and you have to listen to Ezra, but you belong to Aaron now.”

“Katya, are you sure?” Aaron asks me in disbelief. I can see his need to smile, but he is scared I’ll say
gotcha!

“I’m sure. You and Kayla are lovers and you live together. I understand her confusion. Am I her Master, are you,
is Ezra or Cortez. It’s just wrong. If Ezra is upset about it, I’ll take the blame. But regardless, Kayla is yours now and yours alone.”

Kayla mouths
thank you
and hurries to Aaron. She crawls into his lap and passionately kisses him. The couple turns feral. The scene had turned them both on, but Aaron has a need to mark his new territory. Within seconds, Kayla is riding Aaron’s lap, with him buried deep inside of her.

“Probably not a good idea for us to watch them do that in the moo
d we’re in,” I muse to Dexter.

“Nope,” Dexter
drawls, “definitely not a good idea.” He taps a few words on his cell, and seconds later, the door swings opens. A horny, antagonistic bartender rushes in. Kristal peels off her dress and kneels at Dexter’s feet. I rush from the room the second he unleashes his monster cock.

I lean against Dexter’s door, outside in the hallway. I can hear Aaron and Kayla’s passions, but it’s Dexter’s grunt that has my fingers sliding down
my pants and into my panties. I feverishly attack my pussy. I squirm and writhe. I pant and hiss. I feel eyes on me- several sets. Two men I’ve never met are standing outside of their doors. One has brown hair and looks kind of shady. The other is the epitome of the boy next door. I know they are masters, but I don’t know who they are. I’ve never met any of them except for Queen and Syn. I allow them to watch as I masturbate. It’s either that or beg them to do it for me. Dexter makes me that damned horny.

It takes my fingernail accidently scratching my clit
, and causing me pain, to bring my climax. I cry out and every muscle in my body seizes and ripples in delight. I clench my jaw as my eyes roll back inside my head. It takes a long time to come down from my release.

I watch the two men disappear behind their door and smile. Undoubtedly
, they will be doing what I just finished. It feels damn good to know that I have the power to make two masters go rub one out, too.

Chapter Twelve

The past
few weeks, a solid routine has formed. Aaron takes Ava to school in the morning because he works nights, running Restraint. It frees the rest of us to get to the office on time. We spend the evenings as a large family, eating dinner, cleaning up, helping with homework, and spending quality time together before Aaron, and sometimes Ezra, runs off to the club. Ezra officially handed Restraint’s reins to Aaron. The dungeon is still under the management of someone both Cortez and Ezra refuse to name- Master.

Aaron
moved into Kayla’s apartment almost two months ago. We see them less and less throughout the evenings. I’m happy for them because they are happy. I won’t complain while they’re in their honeymoon period, but I do miss them both.

I’ve had several
more sessions with Dexter, and they’ve went off without a hitch. I’ve enjoyed his company, and I’m glad that I asked him to teach me. I know Ezra would’ve made me uncomfortable. I wouldn’t want to fail him. Cortez would have slacked off, and we would’ve just played with the toys. Dexter is serious, calm, a true master.

The guys have stopped trying to seduce
me, and it’s made me want to seduce them in turn. While we sleep in the same bed, neither has tried to overstep my boundaries. Boundaries I keep trying to rescind in the heat of the moment, and boundaries they refuse to cross no matter how much I beg.

Overall
, I love how my life is flowing. My mystery note sender has been quiet as well.

And then the mail was delivered this fine Saturday morning. I immediately swiped the offen
sive letter addressed to me. I’m in denial mode since the other piece of mail is at the fore of my mind.

Diane, Pearl, & Adelaide
Request your presence
in celebration of Ezra’s 30
th
birthday
This Saturday at 7 pm
ShadowHaven Estates
Semi-formal attire, please.
Dinner at 7:30 pm~ drinks & conversation to follow

Just what a girl wants in the same day- the twelf
th anniversary of her rape- hate mail and a celebration she isn’t invited to.

The invitation is
addressed to Cortez & Aaron, plus one. Kayla is the plus one. Logically, I know that I can’t go, that I’m not invited. The knowledge doesn’t take the pain away. My heart breaks as I realize my daughter most likely isn’t invited, either. I’ve never felt more like a whore than I do at this very moment. I’m the mistress that you keep out of sight. Our daughter would not only prove indiscretion on Ezra’s part, but some simple math would equal outing him in my rape. It’s funny how you can feel secure in your life and
wham
!

This isn’t about me.
It’s Ezra’s day. He loves being in control- making all the decisions. This is one decision he can make, whether or not our daughter is a dirty little secret or something cherished. I would love to say I’m not testing him at this moment, but that would be a lie.
It’s not about me
I repeat to myself.  

“I can’t read your expression,” Cort says
, breaking me out of my trance. I sit at the dining table, running my fingertip over and over the embossed writing on the expensive invitation. I just look at him.

“Nervous?” Cort
joins me at the table and rereads the invitation.

“Nervous?” My voice shows my confus
ion. “Why would I be nervous?”

“Meeting the in-laws is always kind of scary.” He shoves the offending object back into its envelope and tosses it on the table.

“In-laws?” I scrunch up my eyebrows at him. “I’m trying to think of somewhere to take Ava for the day so that she doesn’t feel disappointed. She’s too smart, though. It’s hard to explain away leaving for the day when it’s her father’s birthday.” I shrug.

“Why would you do that?” Cort’
s voice holds an edge- confusion laced with anger.

“Under the circumstance I wo
uld think Ezra wouldn’t want Ava to attend.” I try to impart my reasoning to Cort with a look, but our minds aren’t running in sync with one another as they usually are.

“What circumstances? Ava is Ezra’s
daughter.” Cort looks and sounds as confused as I feel, but it’s over entirely different things.

“You’re r
ight,” I sigh out. “I’m overthinking things.”

“How are you today, Kat?
” Cortez reaches over and tenderly caresses my cheek.

“I’m good.” I nod my head as I lie. “It’s not just about me today. It’s Ezra’s birthday, but the day means
different things for all of us. It was the day you, Ezra, and Aaron escaped the monster. It’s the day I was attacked and Ava was conceived. I guess it’s an equally painful and happy occasion.”

I toss my letter at Cort
. I can’t hold this burden all by myself. I watch his face pale as he reads the words and stares at the picture in horror.

This time you will beg and plead, bitch!
Attached is a picture of the lake with the words
Your last moments on earth will be as you drown in this lake.

I should have kept the note to myself, but sometimes you can’t shoulder your problems alone.

“When did this come?” Cort’
s hand shakes the note as he holds it out for me to take back.

“This morning
, it came with the mail. After we get through today, we need to get this figured out. It could be nothing.” I sound calm, but I’m lying to myself.

Cortez
stands and walks from the room- just like that.

Maybe he has an uncomfortable conversation ahead of him
, too. I seek out my daughter for said conversation, and find her reading a book on the couch.

“
Scoot over,” I say as I toss Ava’s feet off the sofa cushion. I hand her the invitation. I watch her read it using my new found body language skills. I have eleven years of experience on my side with Ava. Even at her young age, she is logical- adult-like.

“You’re worried about me
, aren’t you?” Ava rolls her eyes at me, like I’m being ridiculous. “Don’t- I won’t be upset if Dad doesn’t invite me. I understand most of this. I mean, I just came into his life, and I’m almost grown. It’s difficult for him.” She shrugs just like I do when I am lying to myself.

“It’s alright to be upset, Ava,
” I softly say in comfort.

“Don’t. He’ll either ask me or he won’t. Worryin
g won’t change it. Besides if Dad invites me, we can spend the night making fun of all the stuffy people.” She excitedly smiles at me, and a giggle slips past her lips- sinister.

“Ava, even if your father
invites you, I won’t be there.” I sigh and school my features. God, this hurts. “His fiancée is hosting the party.” I watch my daughter’s face as she works through what I said. She huffs in a few sharp breaths, trying not to bawl. I don’t comfort her. She is, after all, my daughter. One small touch and she will lose it. A few breaths later, she has regained her calm.

“I don’t understand?” Ava
brushes the cuff of her shirtsleeve under her eyes. “I don’t understand Adelaide.”

“Me
, either. But it’s not up to us, now is it? The rich have a different way of life from normal people, and none of it makes sense to me. I’ll worry when I understand it. I almost wish Ezra wouldn’t invite you so that you wouldn’t have to meet her. But it will only delay the inevitable… Where is your old man, anyway, I have a gift for him.” I smile at Ava, and she joins me.