This is not a joke, Gentlemen. I realize that you’ re the Vice President of the organizat ion,” he nods towards Marc . “But this is for the good of the organization. The majority voted to just cut you off. They assume if you weren’t a part of us then the media would follow you and leave us to our coveted privacy. I disagree, I think once they find a story they will never leave. You’re lucky that I spoke up for the review because without me you would be disbanded.”
Our Master leans his forehead on the table and pounds over and over in frustration. It’s the first time I’ve seen a fissure in his control .
“Dev, what’s the real reason? It isn’t about our membership boom or lack of training. I can believe the privacy is a big issue, but not big enough to go on a witch hunt.”
“I’ll be hone st with you since we’ re brothers under our Master . It’s the fact that you have a mole. It’s obvious that someone has targeted your family and it’s spilling over into our organization. We need to find this fucker. That tell- all book was the cherry on the shit sundae. Even if you get the membership weeded down and train fifty members it won’t matter. I tol d them I was here to offer help. Reality is that I’ m here to investigate who’ s leaking information. It’s not just info on your members. It involves six different chapters. No way could Adelaide Whittenhower pull that off. These riots that are impacting your club are happening elsewhere. ”
Chapter Six
I lean on the inside of my front door completely exhausted. If we don’t figure out who’ s leaking information we’ re ruined. I sigh heavily as I push away fro m the door and make my way to the liquor cabinet. I need a fucking drink- several drinks. My night has just begun.
I hear footsteps enter the room as I pour a hearty amount of single malt on to a handful of rocks.
“Tobias, is she here?” I ask without turning to look at him.
“Yes, Sir,” he says softly.
I turn to my slave as I take a mouthful of the fiery liquid. He’ s my greatest accomplishment. He has flourished under my very controlling hand. He has no rights, no options, or opinions when it comes to how his life is run. He is mine and it’s for his betterment.
“ Send her to me and then move her belongings to the guest bedroom, ” I order.
The second my order is spoken he ’ s in action. I will reward him for his excellent behavior. He’ ll be our first trained submissive to join Restraint’s ranks.
I don’t look as she enters the room. I’m not sure I can go through with this. I inhale deeply and hold it for a very long time before I let it out.
“Master,” she whimpers .
I watch as she crawls on her hands and knees towards me. I want to cry from the sight. I want to pick her up and comfort her. Her shame is cloying the air suffocating me.
“Sit on the couch, Monica.”
I sit in the chair opposite of the couch. No way could I sit next to her and not offer her comfort. Who am I kidding- I need her touch as much as she needs mine.
“I made a mistake early on in our relationship. I treated you as a girlfriend, as an equal. We are not equal s , ” I say as I gaze at the amber liquor flooding the ice in my glass.
I allow myself to look at her when I hear her sob. Her hair is a mess- ratted and pulled into a ponytail. She wears my old sweats. Her skin is bruised and holds a sickly pallor. Even at her worst she is more beautiful to me than any other female. It’s just too bad that she can’t see what I see.
“We are not equal, Monica. I am your Master. You are my submissive. I treated you as a girlfriend. I allowed you to change me. I allowed you to control me by making rules for us to follow as a couple. I complied because I love you. I undermined my own authority to your detriment . I thought I wanted a girlfriend and you needed a