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

ask ing for what he needs. It’s my job to know what he needs. It a relationship built on trust and mutual satisfaction.
“I won’t ask you if you wish to play, Monica . Only girls who know their true value get a choice. Until then I will cho o se for you.”
I pull her up from my lap so that I can stand.
“Tobias, t ake the cross on the left- Monica , the right.”
    I watch as they both face their cross es and wait for me to buckle them. If I wasn’t already hard enough to pound nails , the sight on them side by side on their crosses would do it. My cock twinges in my pants. I can feel the throb begin . The throb that always occurs when I indulge in the act of gifting pain to a true masochist . I always indulge myself until my cock explodes without touch.
    I smooth my hands from Tobias’ shoulders until I meet his wrists. I touch him with affection. It’s not sexual between us. It has never been nor will ever be. It’s just the sensation of touching someone you hold a deep connection with. There is no way you could go through something so soul releasing and not form a bond .
    I grab his hands and settle them on the pegs I installed at the top of the cross. He grips the pegs as I strap his wrists with the padded leather straps. This is for his protection, not out of any need for restraint. I can’t allow him to move for fear of injuring him accidently.
    I slide my hands down his back, ass, and thigh s until I reach his ank les. An observer would think I’m taking liberties. I’m not. I’ m checking for tension and trying to relax him with my touch. A cramp isn’t the kind of pain we are looking for and it would cause me to stop the scene. I strap his ankles to the cross and give his calf a squeeze letting him know he is secure. I watch the tension melt from his body as he hangs on the cross by his wrists and ankles. Only his hands gripping the pegs betray his relaxation.
I kiss the back of Monica’s neck and moan into her ear as the throbbing in my cock picks up its pace. I won’t last long tonight. Not with both of them on display for me. I nibble, caress, and lick over the landscape of her back as I secure her to the cross. Her soft moans egg me on.
    I kneel at her feet and secure her ankles. The pressure of my pants against my engorged head makes me gasp. I palm the front of my leathers and pull my fly open until I set my erection free. I sigh out in relief. I’m going to fucking explode.
    Monica’s musky scent draws me like a fly to honey. I see it glistening in rivulets down her thighs. I can’t resist the taste. I spend a few moments licking her clean as she cries out above me. The pressure builds with each small taste, with every whimper from her parted lips. My balls tighten painfully and I f all backwards onto the flooring thankful for its padding or I would have bruised my tailbone. I pant against the need to cum. Each ragged breath draws her scent deeper into my lungs as air passes my lips and tongue coated with her juices.
    “Fuck,” pours out of my mouth.
I hop to my feet ignoring my screaming cock. I yank my leat hers closed on the demanding little fucker. You’ll get you’re release soon enough I patiently tell him.
    I grab a small paddle from the wall- Monica’s favorite. I have to work her up to the level of pain that Tobias and I require for release. I’ve never used anything stronger th an a cane on her. Tonight my pain slut will feel the bite of my whip. Just the thought has pre-cum pouring into my pants. I palm myself moving him around until he’s more comfortable and so he’s no longer trying to burrow out of my leathers to get at Monica.
    I flick my wrist exacting the perfect amount of force on the paddle against Monica’s back. I redden the area where the untrained Katya left her mark behind. I tsk her in my mind. I hope our Master is training her in this area or she could hurt someone beyond repair. It’s a good thing I respect her or I would have beat ed her ass for