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

with a large thud. She glares at it as if she wishes her eyes could ignite the pie ce of trash.
“There will be no training today or tomorrow. Masters Devlin, Marcus, and Dexter will be unavailable for the duration of the evening. I fear f or your club. The fact that it’ s closed is just the first step. I wonder if it will ever open,” she muses with a wicked glint in her eye- one I don’t trust.
    The look on her beauti ful face turns my stomach. She’ s more worried about the standing of a club than the membership. Just as she worried for Kink until I took out the threat. In this moment my blood boils with my hatred for her. Her eyes seek mine and I see confirmation that she reads me clearly. Following on the heels of that is shame, deep-seeded shame. Good, I shouldn’t be the only one who shoulders the fucking shit. I stand , still glaring at her , channeling all my fury into the actions that I have to provide in service of my Master. The actions I perform for the good of Restraint.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Fiv e
 
    “Cassie,” I growl at the young brunette . “How’s the sobriety?”
    Alex brought the submissive to us. She’s an addict that he councils at Transcend. I don’t want to be mean to her right now, especially since my best friend brought her here, but I’m furious and she’s an outlet. She can’t strike back.
    “Ninety days so ber ,” she says with pride.
“That’s awesome,” I say enthusiastically and smile at her. “I love how we have to give fuck ups a medal when they behave. I would think it should go to those who never fuck up. What’s the incentive to behave if all you have to do is get shit-faced and steal shit for years and then ninety days on the straight-and-narrow we have to pat you on the back for being a good girl,” I say in a saccharine voice.
She gazes at me with huge, glassy brown eyes. I can see the tear s forming. Cassie worries her full bottom lip between her teeth and tries not to blink.
    “But hey, what do I know. It just seems like the system is flawed. The good little boys and girls just don’t get the recognition that a crack-whore thief gets,” I shrug.
    Cassie blinks and the surface of her tears breaks and they finally slide down her cheek s in shame .
    “ But go you!” I shout sarcastically. I give her a thumbs up and walk down the hall .
    “Cold… that was just cold, dude,” Alex chuckles at me.
    That was so bad that I have to laugh or I’d puke. I shake my head as my belly contracts from laughter.
    “Score on my newest asshattery?” I ask my partner in crime. If I didn’t have him I’d scream. I’ll owe Master Marcus forever. He stripped me bare until Font was naked in the impact room at Brownstone I trained in. Alex walked in and shook my hand- instant best friend.
    “Ah…” He taps his chin in thought and the bastard tucks his black hair behind his ear. I growl at him because he did it on purpose. He knows how much I miss the feel of my hair swinging at my jawline.
Alex arches a perfect brow above his aqua eye and smirk s . He runs his hands through his hair and groans in pleasure.
    “8.5. It was a decent attempt, but you pulled your hit. You’re too soft. I bet you were scared you’d make her relapse.”
“Yeah,” I say bashfully.
“Not happening, bud. I’m just that fucking good. I better go do some damage control. Don’t hurt any more subs. Pick on the big bastards. They may bite back, but their egos are delicate.”
    “Hey,” I pull him back. “I was serious. Why do we cheer for the damned and ignore those who are innocent?”
“I’d say it’s because they’re attention whores. But… It’s because they wouldn’t have fallen down the rabbit hole if they didn’t need the extra attention. Those who are secure don’t need a pat on the back. I sold the shit for years, but it never passed my