Unleashed by Erica Chilson Page B

tales.
    “Wow! ” Cortez shakes his head in disbelief of my stupidity. “You really are retarded, aren’t you? Just think for a moment. Do you really think that I wasn’t nearby when Ezra was with you- every time he was with you?” His gray eyes bore into mine to drive his point home. I wince.
    “Thanks Cort, just twist the knife while you ’re back there, why don’t ya? I get that you two are like this,” I cross my fingers and push them in his face. It’s easier to be angry than afraid. “I get that I’m on the bottom of the list. I get it.” I croak out the last part. I swallow my tears. My eyes burn and my throat tightens. I will not cry. I will not cry.
    “Jesus.” Cort tries to pull me into a hug.
    “No… don’t… please…” I push my fists into Cort’s chest holding him at arm’s length.
    “You can be extremely irrational sometimes, you know that? I don’t know how your brain spins reality into confusion. S hit, it’s not like that, Kat.” Cort tries to pull me again, but the opening door save me. Dexter strolls in, ignorant to the shit-storm brewing between Cortez and me.
My mouth dries up at the sight of him. I have a buffet waiting for me at home, but the violence contained in a small package known as Dexter flips a switch inside me. He smirks at me as if he knows exactly what I am thinking.
    I chance a glance at Cort. He’s examining me. I’m struck dumb. I truly am a twit. These two are dominants, part of the job is reading their submissive. They aren’t reading my mind, just my body language. I try to school the dumb-shit look on my face and slow my breathing.
    “You need to behave, Kat,” Cortez cautions me. I give him an innocent look and he s norts at me. I’m pretty sure he whispers Lusting after Dexter, how Ezra of you underneath his breath. I arch an eyebrow in question and he just shrugs.
    Dexter stands before us holding a piece of fancy paper with handwriting on it. He clears his throat, looks at the pair of u s, and then down to the paper. “Here are the rules requested by your Master,” he begins in his deep, resonant voice. “No sex with the instructor or the submissive. You may touch chest and ass of the submissive. You are here to learn from example with mild instruction on the sub. You are not to touch the instructor unless necessary for your education. All scenes must take place in private. Failure to adhere to the above mentioned rules will result in punishment by your Master.” Dexter smiles at the last part. He flips the piece of paper he is reading from and chuckles.
    “Reward for your hard work and your instructor’s dedicatio n will include a scene of your Master’s choosing to be performed in the dungeon with an audience. Call it a graduation of sorts.” Dexter bursts out laughing. “Jesus, I think he’s trying to kill us with temptation.”
    Dexter clears his throat. “Kitty Kat,” Dexter looks at me and actually blushes. “If you behave during your lessons, by exhibiting great restraint, I will reward you and your instructor with a no holds barred scene between the two of you in our private room witnessed by Cortez and myself. In other words: a free fuck to satisfy your obvious curiosity with your instructor.” Dexter chokes out the last part. “It would have been easier if he hadn’t told us that until after the graduation. Now the temptation will be worse knowing what we get to do.”
    I can’t help it, my eyes devour Dexter. I close my eyes to the vision of him fucking Heidi in the dungeon. My God, I get to have that if I behave. My body clenches so hard that I grab Cortez’s arm for balance. I open my eyes and they immediately seek Dexter out. He is staring back at me, wildly panting. His amazing, leather pants are a whisper away from popping a seam from the tension of his bulging cock. I feel crazed.
    “Breathe and behave,” whispers in my ear. It takes me a moment to realize who spoke to me. I take a deep breath and turn to