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

Since he’s not going to kill me, just toy with me, I decide to play back. I’
ve been mind-bendingly numb, and this is the first day in over a decade that I’ve felt anything but the suffocating dark void of my soul. The Boss excites me, infuriates me, and ignites a fire in my veins that’s the closest thing to lust I’ve ever felt.

He’s dangerous
, and when you feel dead inside, only danger makes you feel alive.

“I take it ya heard
that did ya?” I tease him. If this is the Boss of Restraint then he is a stickler for rules. I instinctually know he won’t hurt me. We’re playing a game and I’m intrigued. Emotions fill my thoughts- long dead emotions that I’ve tucked safely away for my protection. My body warms at every point we connect. His body sears through my clothing. I sigh in relief because I’ve felt nothing but cold for so very long.

Is The Boss
offering me what I crave?

“Just remember, Kitten, the Boss is ev
erywhere, hears everything- all knowing is the Boss.” He threatens me, but lessens its sting with his entertained voice.

“The Boss also talks in third person, and apparently has a sick o
bsession with Bruce Springsteen,” I sarcastically say. “And I will never call him the Boss,” I growl in defiance. I want to test my boundaries. I want him to let me go and I want him to hold me forever. Mostly, I want to see what he will do next.

“
You aren’t any boss of mine,” I whimper petulantly, goading him.

I receive a
piercing nip of teeth to the back of my neck right over my tattoo. I grunt and flex my fingers on the metal door. I claw my nails down its slick surface as my senses heighten and moisture pools between my thighs. I liked that… I motherfucking liked that… what the hell is wrong with me?

“Bad Kitty, I should puni
sh you,” he says in a pouty, flirty voice. He heartily laughs. The rumble is strong enough to seep through me to vibrate the door. The Boss finds himself humorous. Apparently I do to, since his infectious laughter has me smiling when I should be terrified.

“Ahhh…” he licks
a long hot line across my tattoo, lapping at the skin he just set his teeth into. The Boss’ wet, flat tongue spins my thoughts out of control. Instead of trying to fuse myself to the door, I push off of it to get closer to my abductor. I’m seriously fucked in the head.

“You will call me Master
Ez. And Kitty Kat, I will forever be your boss whether you like it or not. You must accept,” he ominously breathes in my ear. The Boss fists my wrists above my head in one of his large paws, as his other hand ventures down to where the sleaze had bloodied me earlier.

I allow him to touch me, to explore me. I don’t say no. I don’t fight him off. It’s a conscious decision on my part. Master Ez is the first man to fondle my breasts when I wanted it.

My reaction thrills him as if he understands the gift I’m offering. His breath rapidly puffs against my neck and his body envelopes mine. I close my eyes and revel in the warm sensation. I wonder if he’s reveling in it, too.

“Maybe you better call my
actual boss and tell him the position’s been filled,” I slyly say to distract myself from the feel of this man gently holding my breast in his palm like a baby bird. My eyes roll up into my skull when he rubs a spine-tingling circle with his palm. I shiver, and in reaction to my reaction, he moans deep in his throat. The husky sound of his pleasure increases my arousal, causing my body to weep and my thighs to quiver.

It’s been so long… it’s never been…

“Ah, Kitty,” he purrs, as if he’s been waiting a lifetime to tease me with the nickname.
“Trust me, he already knows.” More irritating snickers rumble up at his private joke. His elation is infectious and borderlines on insanity.

“You seem to be having tons of fun, Mast
er Ez.” He’s having way too much fun for both of us. I am scared shitless and aroused. It’s a deadly combination.

The Boss is s
trong enough to master me. The power radiating off of him rivals the intensity of a Nuclear Reactor. God help me, I want him to dominate me. I want it so badly that I can taste it on the back of my tongue… and it tastes like sex and power.

“I’
ve waited years for this moment,” he growls. “I’ve planned, schemed, and controlled so many factors to finally have what is mine delivered to my doorstep.” He forcefully pushes his wide hips between my legs, impressing me with just how excited he is to have
that which is his
in his arms. He repeats the motion as he suckles at my neck. Master Ez slowly circling and rocks his erection against my ass and my sex as he tongue bathes my neck.

“Could you explain
that in greater detail?” I breathlessly ask to break the moment and to stop the thrill running through my veins. I don’t even care that he just admitted to stalking me, and I really should. I’m blinded by lust, proving just how dangerous a place like Restraint is to a woman like me. All I feel is the pleasure grinding into my lonely flesh. “That feels so good,” unbiddenly spills from my lips.

“Katya, Katya,” his voice caresses my name, sounding slightly sinister. “You will figure it out, you’re a genius. It’s more fun watching you struggle with the truth as we p
lay our little game.”

Great, I’
m prey to his predator, and we’re playing a long-term game.

“Who says I’ll play with you?”
I defiantly test him.

“How can you not? You feel more alive right now then you ever have.”
He thrusts up sharply and we both grunt. He moves us- this isn’t dry humping, this man is fucking me with our clothes still on- that is pure talent. 

Master Ez’
s hand moves to flick one of the caps on my teeth as he bites my neck hard, drawing a squeak of surprise from my throat. Another flick to the other cap, and then he places his hand back on my injured breast, his thumb rubbing over the fingernail indents.

I instantly
learn a lesson: this is what it means to be dominated. There is no telling Master Ez no. He does what he wants, when he wants. I doubt this man knows what a safeword is. It’s as terrifying as it is life-altering. I hunger to know what he can do to me. I long to feel the sensations he will tear from my body. This is what it means to be in the hands of a Master.

“I gave Dexter special instructions for our mutual friend. I thought I would have to intervene, but you handled yourself well. I’m not surprised, and I’m very proud of you, Kitty Kat.”
His voice caresses the nickname he gave me. I’ve been called Kitty Kat before, but that doesn’t matter. It never meant anything until Master Ez murmured it into my ear.

My body flushed with pleasure at his praise. My mi
nd may not see him as my master, but my body says otherwise. Oh, fuck, who am I kidding? My mind is in perfect agreement with my body.

If Master Ez were a cat he would be purri
ng with contentment this very moment. His cheeks, lips, and forehead nuzzle any bared skin of mine that he can find- scent marking me. God, this feels fantastic.

I loosen all my muscles and melt into Master Ez. He smells fantastic, too, like spicy musk. I feel branded by him and I never want to wash it off. I am mind fucked.

A knock at the door jars us both, drawing an actual growl from Master Ez’s chest.

“Go away for fuck’s sake!
” He shouts. His demeanor changes from calm and in control to furious and unhinged in less than a second. When his control fled, my ease did as well. As he vibrates barely leashed violence, I start to shake as panic sets in.

“
Somebody better be dead or I will kill you with my bare hands.” His voice isn’t loud, but it would scare the devil himself. I shiver from the menace, and I have no doubt that he’s being serious.

“I apologize for our interruption,” he
calmly says as explanation for his mood change. “The club has been most difficult as of late.”

He
gently kisses my neck and slowly lowers me to the floor. As if hesitant to allow me from his captive arms, he embraces me from behind while he regains his composure.

“Katya, close your eyes,” he orders.
“Don’t open them until you hear the door shut. I mean it. I will punish you beyond belief if you so much as crack a lid.” He roughly shakes me in emphasis. “Don’t doubt me on this- I know where to find you.”

I obey my new Master by closing my eyes.
The tone in Master Ez’s voice screams that he’s dead serious. I stifle a shudder as his fingertip flutters over my eyelids- testing me, seeing if I am trustworthy.

Master Ez
grips my upper-arms and pull me back from the door. I hear the snick of the lock and a creak as the door opens. Someone enters the room, stirring the air around me.

Master Ez picks me up
by the shoulders, and moves me several strides before setting me gently on my feet. He taps on my shoulder with a fingertip, and his warmth dissipates from my back as he moves away.

I open my eyes when I hear the door shut. I blink repeatedly in the bright light of the hallway.
My mind is as muddled as my vision. I’m scared shitless and confused… but I’m sure as shit not numb.

Chapter Five

I fall into the booth, joining the waiting ladies. I can only imagine what my face must look like, judging by their expressions. Fate is speechless, her pretty face vacant, and Queen in in awe. My eyes feel glazed over, blurry from shock and lust. I’m so content, lax and boneless, that you’d think I’d been drugged.

Mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted, I melt into the booth’s bench, feeling like I took a hit of the most powerful drug imaginable, and it’s called Master Ez.

“Looks like someone met the Boss,” Queen states the obvious. She looks pleased. A satisfied smirk stretches across her face.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” slips past my numb lips. I run a hand over my face and into my hair, shocked when I meet resistance. I yank my barrettes out and let my hair flow to my ass. I shake my head to settle my hair, and finally enjoy the feel of my fingers
gliding through it. Something cold and metallic taps against my nose- a bracelet.

I pull my hand from my hair and
openly stare at the platinum circling my wrist, trying to figure out what the hell it is. Before I can thoroughly examine the bracelet, Queen pulls my hand across the table, lightly cupping her larger hands around my forearm.

“Holy fuck
, girl, what did you do?” Queen draws out, and all I can do is gape up at her like a startled colt.

Queen looks at me expectantly, but
it’s Fate that holds my attention. Her eyes are glazed over as if she is reliving the moment her Master gave her the cuff on her wrist. I’ve read about the lifestyle in preparation of joining their culture. I know it’s a big deal. Its symbolism is stronger than a wedding band between a married couple. But Master Ez didn’t claim me. He didn’t ask me to be his. Out of courtesy and for ease of the game he’s playing, Master Ez was simply giving me a membership bracelet to Restraint.

“I didn’t do anything. So w
hat? The Boss just gave me the membership bracelet. It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything,” denial is so strong in my voice that Fate actually rolls her eyes at Queen.

I cannot fathom why Master Ez would pick me as a submissive, someone he doesn’t even know. I’m not
even a submissive. I’m a switch, meaning I like to dominate as much as I like dominated. My past has taken the playfulness and innocence from my personality. It’s hardened my heart. I’m not pretty or sexy, but I’m comfortable in my skin, and I like who I am. But that doesn’t mean a man will, though, and I’ve come to terms with that. If you take one look around this club, you know Master Ez could have his pick of the litter, and I’m sure he picks from it often. I will go a lifetime without, because I refuse to be someone’s second or third or fourth place.

I doubt a man could look past my appearance and find me attractive. My thighs are too pudgy.
I don’t have a spankable ass, but I do have large tits that sag when the bra comes off- also not an incentive. Mix my disproportionateness with my short height and I look ridiculous.  My hair is flaming red and curly. It’s not the straightly perfect blonde of Fate’s. But it’s not looks or lack of submissiveness that is my greatest shortfall.

I’m cold
and dead inside.
I use bitchiness as a shield to protect my injured soul.
I’m broken and irreparable.

And the only reason Master Ez w
ould ever want to play with me is to trap me in his game, and then toss me away when he’s bored.

“Lookie, lookie…” Queen
taps my wrist, drawing me from my inner-turmoil.

I pull
back and blankly stare. A platinum bracelet encircles my wrist. It looks the same as Queen’s, except mine has a switch emblem embossed on it, a circle of restraint with a cane in the center. It also has an additional feature- a lock- a fucking padlock.