Free Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson Page A

has never understood that I’ m crazy with the need to feel her skin. I’ve often wondere d if she felt the draw of me as I do her.
    She rubs her cheek against my thigh and my body ignites. My God, this is what it feels like to have her touch me without requesting it first. And it’s such a small touch. My cock fills with blood so fast I feel faint from the loss of blood to my brain. I reach down and adjust him so that he’ s no longer choking on the seam of my pants. Just the feel of my hand on my dick and her face on my thigh has me breathless.
    I spread my legs farther apart in silent invitation that she would usually ignore. She slips between my thighs within seconds. Her small hand fists my ankle and holds on as I play roughly with her nipples.
    We stay like this f or a few moments. Monica rests her head between my thighs caressing me with her cheek as I fondle her breasts. I hum my pleasure under my breath.
    She abruptly turns her face to the side and bites my cock through my leather pants. My hips rise off the lounge chair as I hiss between my clench ed teeth. My skin runs with goose bumps as pressure builds at the base of my spine .
“Ah- good girl, you r Master loves it when you touch him freely. How proud you make me.” I pet her head with obvious adoration.
“You almost made me cum,” I chuckle out.
    Us ually she would freeze up at this point afraid that she crossed a boundary or that her touch wasn’t welcome. She surprises me. Her little, pink tongue flashes out and licks a long line over the bulge of my pants until they are shiny with her spit.
    I whimper as her hands tighten on my ankles and her teeth graze over me.
    Movement draws my gaze up. Tobias is sitting on the edge of the spanking bench loo king to the floor unsure if he’ s welcome to watch. I’ve never played with them at the same time, but I’ve also never allowed them to watch as I play ed with the other.
    I’ m not big on voyeurism . Oh, I love to watch. I just hate being the center of attention. I feel that a scene is between the participants, just M aster and sub - a true connection . This is one of the reasons why I gave Heidi to Aaron just after Monica joined us. I was also afraid that Monica would feel like a third wheel. That was my first mistake of many.
    “Tobias, would you like to play this evening?” I ask tranquilly.
    About six months ago I began to give him more control over himself. I allow him to choose between A and B choices. Soon I will add more choices until eventually he can make his own decision s with advice from me. Tobias truly is my greatest success. He was a complete mess when we met.
    I remember the night I met him as if it were yesterday. It was also the same night I met Katya. Tobias intentionally messed with the small female ho ping she would punish him. He’ d seen that spark inside her that would meet his needs. I saw it too. Katya didn’t even know she was a sadist at the time. I saw realization dawn on her when she caned Monica at her Master initiation. She proudly flies her sadist flag now.
Tobias hit rock bottom that night as I whipped him bloody in punishment. I could see his need and confusion. He was using drugs and not taking care of himself because he couldn’t put his needs into words. He didn’t even know what his needs were.
    He fell hard that night. I held him as he cried out his anguish and then I took him home like a stray puppy. I never regretted my decision. I saved his life that night. I’ve never doubted my belief in a higher power after wat ching him heal. And I’ m sure that Monica was heaven sent as well.
    Yes, I get off on pain, b ut I’ve used it to save lives . We’ re all made up differently and I see my sadism as a gift. I meet a need inside someone else. If there weren’t sadist s walking this earth who would have the balls to dole out the pain masochists so desperately seek?
    “I would very much so, Maste r,” Tobias says bashfully. He’s never been comfortable