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

I walk her to the guestroom because you do not sleep with the woman who just betrayed you . I love her and I need her, but she disrespected me and allowing her to cuddle up to me would mean I disrespect myself as well.
“This is your room until you learn that you need to respect yourself. In disrespecting yourself you disrespected me . You and I are mutually exclusive now. What you do to yourself , you do to me. You will not be treated as my girlfriend . You will be treated as my submissive. I will not talk feelings with you except for your own. I may not even hold a conversation with you. If you lea rn and grow as a person and trust me, I will trust you . You have a long road ahead of you, Monica.”
    I read her face as she comes to terms with her predicament. I wonder if she knows that her entire life has built to this very moment. Her fear of inadequacy led her to me, forced me to retrain her. I now, not only have to retrain her as a submissive, but as a person.
    I cup her neck in my hands tempted to just squeeze and end this torment. I stare into her eyes and I’ m overwhelmed. My fingers trail along her jaw until her head is cradled in my hands. I stroke her with my thumbs.
I kiss her tenderly, full of all the love and adoration I hold for her.
“This is the last time I will say this for a very long time.” I almost cry out the words.
    “I love you, Moni ca,” I whisper across her lips. I will not say those words again unless and until she has the courage to say them to me in return.
I turn and walk into the bathroom because I need the privacy. I silently cry as I say goodbye to the lif e we’ve built for two year s- I mo u rn. Trust is broken, rules change, and then you move on. I just hope that when this is over we move forward to a better way of life. It’s too scary to think of what may happen if I fail her, she will be irreparable.
    It’s tough love time, b ut I don’t have to be cruel. I’ m going to miss telling her my feelings. I will miss the sensation of I love you falling from my lips. This fucking hurts.
    I hold the belief that everything h appens for a reason. God sent Monica to me because I’ m the one that can fix her injured soul. I can complete her. Please don’t let me fail her, I pray.
“Pull down the sheets, get undressed, and lay down. I need to tend to your skin.” I order my submissive as I walk back into the bedroom.
    I hold a wince as I see the bruises that bloom on her body. I revisit to the bathroom to collect s upplies. When I return she is l ying naked on the bed as I requested.
    She’ s covered in rope burns, some even bled and are scabbed over. Bruises mar her breasts, thighs, and I even notice one on her cheek.
“How did that happen to you r cheek?” I ask calmly trying not to frighten her.
    “He was angry when he didn’t get a rise out of you. He hit me because I wasn’t as important to you as he assumed.” Her voice breaks, but she holds the cry that is building. Good girl, I told you not to cry and you aren’t. I can’t hear her cry- it will wreck me.
    I feel bad that he hurt her over my acting skills, but never allow your enemies to know your currency. They will know how to bend your will if they ever find the one thing that makes your heart bleed .
I inspect my submissive. I was angry for Dalton brutally fucking my girlfriend , but nothing compares to the fury that boils through me kn owing he dared to touch my submissive .
    A girlfri end is independent and still lives the ir life separate of their boyfriend. They make their own decisions and live by the consequences. But a submissive is property. Their only choice is their Master’s choice. You can cheat with a g irlfriend, but it’ s theft to touch someone’s property. My mind has already changed my view on Monica. I own her and he touched her.
    It sounds sick even inside my own head, but I feel a stronger connection to her as my true submissive than I did as my girlfriend. Her life depends on