to the same ploy they did.
“No- it was about Cort ez. But I’m over that,” Monica sincerely says, as her eyes earnestly peer up at me.
“Huh? Why Cortez?” My face scrunches in confusion , all an act. I had a feeling all roads led back to Cortez Abernathy and his insatiable sex drive. I just need Monica to admit it to me.
“Cortez didn’t leave me because of his wife. I was never his girlfriend, either.” Monica sighs loudly and presses on. “I was Master Cortez’s submissive. A couple months ago, he let us all go.”
“What do you mean- let us all go ?” I ignore what the us implies. How may subs does one man need anyway? I just can’t rationalize the man who held me all night with the one that fucks shit-loads of women on a regular basis.
“ Cortez had a few subs, but none of them he claimed. I thought he was going to become my Master. I figured it was a coincidence that you showed up a few weeks later until I saw you at Restraint.” She angrily glares at me, shooting pure animosity in my direction.
“The way he looked at you.” She shakes her head. “Anyway, that’s why I’ve treated you like shit.”
“ Monica, Cortez is not my Master, and he never will be. I promise you.” I reach over and clutch her hand.
“Do you have a Master?” Monica asks me, and I nod yes. “Master Ez.” I nod yes again. She just watches me in awe.
“ But I don’t need a Master, Monica. I’m a Switch. I’m mostly dominant, but I wanted someone strong enough to dominate me. I’m sure you can relate. Are you in love with Cort or something?” I just can’t see how Monica could be. Cortez is hard one to deal with, let alone love. I know how to take him because he’s just like me, but others won’t be able to understand him.
“No , I have a hard time finding a Dom, because no one will top me. They say I’m too strong, and should just admit that I am a Domme.” Monica pulls her fingers through her hair, clearly out of frustration. “I am what I am, dammit!” She shouts.
“I understand that, Monica , I really do. Maybe you and I could call a truce and work together-” My door opens, and in bounds an eleven-year-old hopped-up on sugar. “I am going to kill Cortez,” I hiss under my breath.
“Oops… sorry, I didn’t know you were having a meeting.” Ava looks embarrassed, her pale skin pinking.
“What have you been up to, baby girl?” Ava is covered in chocolate, eyes glazed over, and panting like she’s been running through the halls. No shock since it was Cortez’s hour to entertain her. I turn to introduce Monica to my daughter, and find Monica’s mouth hanging open, looking like she’s seen a ghost.
“Monica , this is my daughter, Ava.” I use my hand to present my daughter.
“Jesus. Fuck,” Monica whispers under her breath. “She looks just like her.” Monica gazes at me in awe, like I just committed an impossible feat.
“ Cort taught me how to hack the security locks,” Ava proudly says, ignoring Monica’s strange behavior.
“Ah, yeah, he is really good at that,” I absently say, remembering how he broke my code on the chess set treasure box. “What else have you two been up to?”
“He showed me how to hack all the email accounts , too, and the securities feeds.” My eyes pop out at that. “He thought it would be good for when I get to school.”
“Yeah … and I doubt he means web design class.” I’m going to kill him. “Ava, go clean up in the bathroom, and then find Cortez. Tell him I need to speak with him,” I briskly say.
“You’re not going to yell at him , are you?” She whines at my audacity to scold her new playmate. “We were just having fun.” Ava worries her bottom lip, and I can’t help but smile.
“No, I need to see him for something else entirely. It’s alright, I promise,” I placate her. “Don’t leave your Dad’s side until I get home tonight. And no more sweets, have a sandwich or something.”
“Okay,” Ava says with a
“No- it was about Cort ez. But I’m over that,” Monica sincerely says, as her eyes earnestly peer up at me.
“Huh? Why Cortez?” My face scrunches in confusion , all an act. I had a feeling all roads led back to Cortez Abernathy and his insatiable sex drive. I just need Monica to admit it to me.
“Cortez didn’t leave me because of his wife. I was never his girlfriend, either.” Monica sighs loudly and presses on. “I was Master Cortez’s submissive. A couple months ago, he let us all go.”
“What do you mean- let us all go ?” I ignore what the us implies. How may subs does one man need anyway? I just can’t rationalize the man who held me all night with the one that fucks shit-loads of women on a regular basis.
“ Cortez had a few subs, but none of them he claimed. I thought he was going to become my Master. I figured it was a coincidence that you showed up a few weeks later until I saw you at Restraint.” She angrily glares at me, shooting pure animosity in my direction.
“The way he looked at you.” She shakes her head. “Anyway, that’s why I’ve treated you like shit.”
“ Monica, Cortez is not my Master, and he never will be. I promise you.” I reach over and clutch her hand.
“Do you have a Master?” Monica asks me, and I nod yes. “Master Ez.” I nod yes again. She just watches me in awe.
“ But I don’t need a Master, Monica. I’m a Switch. I’m mostly dominant, but I wanted someone strong enough to dominate me. I’m sure you can relate. Are you in love with Cort or something?” I just can’t see how Monica could be. Cortez is hard one to deal with, let alone love. I know how to take him because he’s just like me, but others won’t be able to understand him.
“No , I have a hard time finding a Dom, because no one will top me. They say I’m too strong, and should just admit that I am a Domme.” Monica pulls her fingers through her hair, clearly out of frustration. “I am what I am, dammit!” She shouts.
“I understand that, Monica , I really do. Maybe you and I could call a truce and work together-” My door opens, and in bounds an eleven-year-old hopped-up on sugar. “I am going to kill Cortez,” I hiss under my breath.
“Oops… sorry, I didn’t know you were having a meeting.” Ava looks embarrassed, her pale skin pinking.
“What have you been up to, baby girl?” Ava is covered in chocolate, eyes glazed over, and panting like she’s been running through the halls. No shock since it was Cortez’s hour to entertain her. I turn to introduce Monica to my daughter, and find Monica’s mouth hanging open, looking like she’s seen a ghost.
“Monica , this is my daughter, Ava.” I use my hand to present my daughter.
“Jesus. Fuck,” Monica whispers under her breath. “She looks just like her.” Monica gazes at me in awe, like I just committed an impossible feat.
“ Cort taught me how to hack the security locks,” Ava proudly says, ignoring Monica’s strange behavior.
“Ah, yeah, he is really good at that,” I absently say, remembering how he broke my code on the chess set treasure box. “What else have you two been up to?”
“He showed me how to hack all the email accounts , too, and the securities feeds.” My eyes pop out at that. “He thought it would be good for when I get to school.”
“Yeah … and I doubt he means web design class.” I’m going to kill him. “Ava, go clean up in the bathroom, and then find Cortez. Tell him I need to speak with him,” I briskly say.
“You’re not going to yell at him , are you?” She whines at my audacity to scold her new playmate. “We were just having fun.” Ava worries her bottom lip, and I can’t help but smile.
“No, I need to see him for something else entirely. It’s alright, I promise,” I placate her. “Don’t leave your Dad’s side until I get home tonight. And no more sweets, have a sandwich or something.”
“Okay,” Ava says with a
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