Dalton (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson Read Free Book Online

getting paid overtime for trying to suck the gay out of Tony’s son.
    “I have a reward for you, S on. You will finish with Sandy. I have a treat that will no doubt swell your worthless cock.” The evil gleam in his eye worries me.
“No!” I shout when Bruno escorts my reward into Tony’ s office- Sebby. I’ve tried to protect him and I’ve finally failed. I wrench away from Sandy and try to pull my submissive behind my back in protecti on. Tony and Bruno are sadistic bastards, but not as bad as my mother’s father- Pierre. Pierre sits on the sofa and watches with a supreme ex pression on his face. We’re all his toys to do with as he wishes.
“Relax, Dalton. I wish your friend no harm. I just need him to give you some encouragement.”
    He pushes me back into the center of the room and points at Sandy to get back to business. He takes Sebastian over near his desk and watches me.
I cast my eyes to the floor as the female continues to pull on me without results. Shame and embarrassment flood me. In the years since my punishment s began I’ve abstained from touching for pleasure. This is my final test. The douche-bag is testing me. He has a female at my feet and my submissive at his side. I groan deep in my throat in frustration. Sandy will not get a result, but Sebby will. Tears flood my eyes and stream down my fa ce.
“You sicken me, Dalton. I’ m thankful that you never took my last name. I wouldn’t want a freak of nature baring the name Marconi. No matter how much we punish you, you don’t change. You lie to our faces.”
The proof in his words is obvious as the attractive, young woman continues to pull on me with her mouth and I stay limp.
    “What are you to my son?” Tony asks Sebby. “Are you gay too?” He doesn’t say the word with disgust as he does when it’s directed at me. He sounds curious. I don’t like the look of his thick sausage-like fingers gripping the arm of the only person who belongs to me. Possession flares thick in my veins.
“He’ s my Master. I’ m straight.” Sebby being the most honest person I know answers just the questions that are asked and nothing more. It is a trait I taught him at Kink. He’ s too naïve and easily led. I had to train him for the past few years to get him only to heel to m y command. Even at eighteen he’ s still too innocent with all we’ve seen. I’ve tried to filter the violence of my life so that it didn’t impact him. Today is his first meeting with my sire . He has met Pierre previously. Pierre always watches him with unadulterated lust. I fear I can’t protect him today.
“Well, I will admit it’s admirable that my son is so strong willed even at his age. I take credit for that. I blame his mother for his weak body and how the frou-frou French bullshit turned him into a pansy. Has he commanded you to service him?”
    I see the panic hit Sebby as he tries to figure out how he should answer- truthfully or in defense of me. I close my eyes in defeat because I know the truth wil l always win out with Sebby. I’ m not proud of my actions .
“Yes,” he says flatly. Tony eyes me with revulsion. 
“You forced yourself on an innocent boy?” He asks me in a voice tinged with pride. It’s not okay to be gay, bu t you can rape men. I’ve seen Jon do so several times as he punishes my grand father’s associates.
“No, not force, you cannot force those who are willing. I t isn’t what you think and it was a long time ago.” I push the words out between my clench teeth.
“Did you enjoy it?” Tony asks Sebasti an incredulously.
“Yes, if it’s my Master’s pleasure, it i s mine.” I sigh heavily as I hear the reverent tone in his voice. He’ s a normal kid except when it comes to me- if you can call growing up in a brothel normal. He wants to obey me and it’s addictive, especially with how young we are. Most of our time is spent with me protecting him from me. 
    “Fine, take yourself in hand and allow your Master to