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

gain pleasure from it.” He twists the word Master as if it’s a dirty thing, not the gift those in my lifestyle see it as.
    Tony doesn’t need the lifestyle to feed his needs. He lives his life as a criminal. There are no safewords with Anthony Marconi or Pierre Fontaine.
I try not to watch as Sebby takes his length into his hand and strokes himself from root to tip. He isn’t obeying my father. He’s obeying the need to please me. He was told to do this for me and he will. He hardens under his own hand because he must.
    I don’t touch him in this manner because I ’d never know if it’s because he wants me or needs to please me. I see how he looks at the girls at Kink. I allow him to enjoy their company. I know he doesn’t see me as a lover, only as a Master. I avoid this part of our relation ship like the plague because I’ m insanely attracted to him. The consequences of that attraction could be come a disaster . I know I could command him to be my lover and he would willingly obey. I don’t want that, I want someone who wants me for me.
    I try not to notice how perfect and smooth he is as his hand glides over the silk cover steel of his cock. I feel my dick start to harden. I try to think of anything other than what it feels like to have his lips at my mouth. The more I push the thoughts away the faster they stream in my mind playing out in a montage of memories of our innocent touches over the years.
I shout to the ceiling as my release flows into Sandy’s eager mouth. She makes hungry noises as she devours me down her throat.
    I look to Sebastian in shame. He found n o true pleasure in the act. He’s still hard in his hand. He won’t finish unless commanded. I do not give him the right. It isn’t out of punishm ent, but out of respect. I don’ t want Tony, Bruno, or Pierre to know the pleasure of his release. The look of pity on Sebastian’s face turns my stomach.
I drop to the floor and crawl to the corner to vomit. I heave and heave until my stomach protests and my muscles seize. A sharp kick to my side and I hear a s nap. It isn’t t he first rib I’ve broken and doubtful it will be the last.
“Sebastian, get the fuck out of here and never come back to this God forsaken hellhole.” I scream hoarsely from my acid burned throat. Even while reliving the memory I know he will come back h ere one last time.
I’ m beaten nearly to d eath, not for the proof that I’ m gay, but for vomiting on my father’s carpet. My face is smeared in the mess while Tony and Bruno taunt me. Pierre’s hand is the one tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck- hair just like his. He brings in his partner Jon to enjoy my torments. The four of them kick, beat, and abuse me. They humiliate me while Jon uses me for his own pleasures. The torment doesn’t stop until my visitation ends and Devlin comes to fetch me.
    Even in the memory I loathe my mother for allowing me to take her punishments. To whore me out for pain so that she can keep her precious club- Kink. I would have done it to keep my family safe, but not a fucking building.
“I’m sorry to announce that Masters of Restraint volume two was released today.” The French accent snaps me out of my memory. My mother is standing at the head of the room with a large book in her hands. No , it’s not a book- a tome. The hardcover book is at least five inches thick.
    “The reason you all were called here today was because I n eed to give you each a copy. I’ m sorry to inform you that each and every one of you is included in the text. I do not believe that absolves you from being Adelaide Whittenhower’s informant. It’s quite the opposite actually. It’s a great cover to reveal a few of your own s ecrets for the greater good. I’ m appalled to say that five minors were included in the book, my daughter being one of them. The three Zeitler children and young Master Whittenhower were also reported in the text.” She drops the offending book on the floor