Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (18 page)

He nibbles my neck with blunt teeth as his fingers quickly unbutton my blouse. He accidentally bites me hard when he finds the lace and silk contraption that barely covers my breasts. I flush pink in embarrassment. 

A sound that doesn’t sound like me escapes my throat when the warmth of his mouth finds my nipple through the fabric of my bra. His teeth capture the enlarging bud, and pull. I groan loudly as the ache between my thighs turns to a new kind of sensation.

My jeans disappear because I can’t stand the restrictive feeling any longer. I throw them and hear the thump as they land, already forgotten.

“I can make you feel better. May I soothe you?” He asks innocently with big round eyes and a solemn expression.

I
smirk at him because he’s turned back into his devious charming self.

I throw caution to the wind. Jaded Regina
lies on her back on the bed in only her bra and an unbuttoned blouse. Oh, that’s right, I’m Jaded Regina. I chuckle.

“Is this what you want?” I tease Grant by
drawing up my knees and I open and close them, playing peek-a-boo with my tender cunny. A throaty laugh spills from my lips. I’ve never made that sound before. Grant looks gobsmacked.

My feet slide down the coverlet and I open my legs wide for him. I feel no
shame. I want his mouth on me.

“You’ll allow me to do this to you, too?” I ask unsurely.

Ever since Roman tricked me, it’s pretty much all I’ve thought about. I want to know what it’s like to have a man at my total mercy.

“Regina, I may be a giver, but I’m still a man.” He says wickedly and settles on
to his stomach. His warm breath heats the flesh of my thigh.

I groan and my skin beads with goosebumps. He softly blows on my tender skin. Every muscle in my body tightens as every nerve sparks to life.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve done this, but I’m pretty sure it’s like riding a bike.” He flashes me a self-deprecating smile. I blink away the emotion that that smile fills me with.

“Grant,” purrs from my lips.

He rests his hot, moist tongue on my sore nub and rolls his eyes up to my face. Huge, blue eyes stare at me through the thick fringe of blond lashes.

“Please,” rolls off my tongue. I can feel hi
s smile rather than see it.

I’
m lost in the waves of pleasure Grant’s tongue, lips, and teeth elicits. It soothes the pain away and brings on a more demanding ache- one that will not take no for an answer. His fingers massage me from the inside while his lips gently suck on my greedy nub, but it’s not enough.

“Grant, please, I need you inside me,” I plead.

Blue eyes peek up at me in question. I’m too sore to ride him, but last night we found out that I couldn’t cum unless I was in control.

He waits patiently. I, however, will never be patient. I yank his hair hard and he
groans in ecstasy. He moves slowly- a puppet whose strings I pull.

I watch in fascination as he undresses. My eyes feast on muscle corded skin. A dusting of pale, white hair leads to his ruddy, throbbing erection. The sight has need
roaring through my system. He’s pressed tight to his stomach. A line of moisture trails down his length. I lick my lips in anticipation as my eyes stalk him as he crawls towards me on the bed.

I’ve changed my mind. I want him inside me
, but somewhere else entirely.

I pounce. He isn’t prepared for my six-foot-tall body tackling him. He lays stunned, wide-eyed
, and wildly panting.

For the second time in my life a throaty laugh emerges from my mouth.
It momentarily stuns me. The husky sound is involuntary. I couldn’t make it if I tried. It comes from somewhere deep inside of me.

I straddle his thighs and hold him down with my palms on his abdomen. I flex my fingers, digging my na
ils into his sensitive skin. I’m rewarded with a deep moan and a fresh drop of moisture on his belly.

I roll my eyes until they connect with his. I need to know what he tastes like- the fluid that has spilled from my body for hours and nourishes my womb.
I lick his length and smile as it flexes to greet my eager tongue. His fingers bite into my scalp and I know why he likes the nails so much; it awakens the skin to life.

I maintain our eye-contact as I sip at the pool that collected in his bellybutton. His nectar imprints
itself on my cells- I’m instantly addicted. I will forever chase this taste- Grant.

His back arches off the bed as his bulbous head parts my fervent lips. The heady sense of power I hold over this man inebriates me. I attack him with m
y mouth. I have no idea what I’m doing. I allow his moans and pleas to pull me into the direction to best pleasure him. I suck the tender, loose bits and he keens. I gently tug with my teeth, pulling them from his body. He screams and they fall from my mouth instantly. I hurt him. I lave the precious bits in apology. 

Grant’s crazed eyes flash up to mine. Oh, he liked it. I smile bashfully and he heartily laughs.
“Mistress, do it again. Harder this time, please,” he begs. The glint in his eye and the tone in his voice send a shot of need to my core. I clench my muscles and it strengthens.

My body moves on its own. I don’t think. In the blink of an eye I find myself straddling his face with his cock shoved down my throat. I scream out in ecstasy.

He lengthens and hardens farther in my mouth. He nips my bud with his teeth and I almost climax. Yeah, this is my new favorite hobby.

I fall into the rhythm of pleasure
as I glide along his length. I’m invaded by two fingers- one in a place that has never been penetrated- and I bite him in shock. I worry that I’d hurt him, but he shouldn’t do that without asking. He pushes himself farther down my throat and groans. I learn something about Grant this instant- he really likes painful touches.

My eyes roll back in my head. I pant heavily and forget what I’m doing. Grant rests throbbing in my mouth. He doesn’t
complain that I don’t move. I’m lost in his touch. He sucks greedily at my nub and I suffer the onslaught of his fingers. He caresses me, plays me to climax. I had no idea that being filled at the same time in those two places could feel so good. My orgasm hits me when he strums his fingers along the wall separating them. I scream his name and buck against his face. Tremors wave through my body and I whimper with each one.

I
move to my back and stare unseeing at the ceiling. Holy Fuck! I writhe every few seconds as aftershocks roll through me.

“Grant,” I say gravelly. My voice is raw from screaming and from where he was pushed down my throat. I wet my lips and try again. “Make love to me.”

He doesn’t speak. Grant settles on top of me. He glides his hands along the backs of my thighs and wraps my legs around his back. He embraces me and takes my lips in a kiss. I feel his back and ass flex underneath my heels as he arches to slide inside me.

A low moan erupts from my chest as he slowly glides inside me. My skin absorbs every sensation, every slide of skin-on-skin and I tremble in pleasure.

His trusts are deep and long and I melt into him, become one with him. I’m stuck at the precipice as I was last night. It’s painful- the fullness that refuses to spill. The pressure mounts and mounts and doesn’t crest. I whimper and he soothes my painful sound with a gentle kiss.

Grant chants my name. He strengthens inside me and I know he is ready, but he won’t let go until
I do. I growl in frustration.

“I can feel that you’re ready, Regina. Just let go. I’ll
be here for you,” he promises.

“I can’t,” I cry out. “I already did. It’s your turn. Cum for me, Grant,” I
hurriedly order.

“
No,” he disobeys. “Mistress, I’m here for your pleasure. Don’t de-man me, Regina, it’s not good for the ego,” he teases.

“I’ll stroke your e
go another way,” I tease back.

“Regina, if you need someone to fulfill your needs, I’m okay with that,” he says seriously. I don’t like the sound in his voice or the fear in his eyes. He
thinks he isn’t enough for me.

“Oh, Grant, no,” I sigh out sadly.

“I’m serious. If you need someone more like Roman or Roman, I’ll get them for you. I’m okay with it. I want you to be happy.” Grant’s expression is torturous.

“If I can’t climax because I’m not in control, I highl
y doubt I’ll be able to for someone who’s controlling me.” I try to laugh it off.

“It’s because I’m not strong enough to earn it, Mistress
, not because you won’t like it,” he says forlornly.

I close my eyes to the sight of his honesty. I wish I could remove the
tone his voice held as he spoke those words. They keep replaying in my mind on repeat. I want to kill his father for this. He’s the one that weakened Grant by removing all of his self-esteem through disrespect.

No matter how tight I clench my eyelids it doesn’t stop the scene from playing out in my mind’s eye. A strong man with closely cropped hair dominates me from above. I can feel the apathy emanate from my s
oul- the emptiness. Unknowing to me, Grant stands out of sight as he watches the man take me, roll inside of me. The look of pride in Grant’s eye takes my breath away and simultaneously terrifies me. I try to blink the vision away, but it’s imprinted on my memory. It feels like a premonition, not a fantasy.

My nails bite brutally into his buttocks and my channel contracts forcefully around Grant’s length. I nearly climax from the force of the vision.

Grant can’t hold out as I relentless grip him from the inside. He cries my name and spills fiery liquid into my waiting, aching womb.

I learn
one more thing tonight- I may need to be in control in order to climax, but Grant’s climax works just as well.

I deeply keen my pleasure. Grant’s face transforms before my eyes- the pride, the satisfaction. This is the type of ego-stroking he needed. My release was found by making love t
o him and if it makes him happy then it makes me happy.

Chapter
Eighteen

Grant leads me to a room I’ve never visited.
I hesitantly follow. Even after several weeks of living here, the house still scares the shit out of me.

The past
seven weeks have gone by in a blur, albeit, a pleasant blur. I’ve found out that money can indeed buy anything. I’m enrolled in the local university and I’ve never set foot into it. I study at the house and my professors come to me for testing. I wanted the reprieve that school would bring from this sinister house, but it’s not gonna happen. The summer session ended a few days ago and the fall session begins in less than a week. I’m going to miss Ade when she leaves me in the pursuit of knowledge- lucky bitch.

I do all my studying from Grant’
s home-office. He hasn’t left the house without me either. I know he’s scared that his father is waiting with bated breath for a repeat of our last encounter in the study. Grant’s sweet, but his hovering is suffocating me. This fall I’m doing a double-course load just to get him to stop breathing down my neck. I assume that if I graduate, I can work. That degree will be mine as fast as I can earn it.

“I thought we’d have so
me fun,” Grant says excitedly.

I slowly enter a theater-room I didn’t
even know existed. Pricilla is rocking a giggling Whitt in her lap. Ade sits on the floor assembling a board game. A classic film plays on mute on the huge projection screen. The room is narrow and long with lush purple velvet seats and black soundproofed walls. The speaker boxes hang silently waiting to spill their secrets.

“Wanna play a game, scholarship-girl?” Ade asks in a taun
ting tone and smirks up at me.

“And just what does the elite play for fun? It can’t be
Monopoly
; you play that every damned day. Not
Chess
either, we are all but pawns to the kings and queens ruling our world,” I tease her back.

“World domination
, of course,” she chuckles out. “Watch out, Whitt and Grant are creepy good.”
I sit opposite her and help divvy up the infantry, cavalry, and artillery pieces.

“Who wants what color,”
I chirp, stealing the gray for myself.

“I want blue,” Grant murmurs against my ear and I stifle a shudder. I close my eyes and sigh when he
kisses my neck in parting.

He’
s very affectionate. Moments hardly pass that we aren’t connected in some way, even if it’s only our gaze. He needs constant reassurance. It’s comforting to me. At first I was uncomfortable satisfying his needs with his family watching.  They treat me with respect- they treat me as his wife.

It’s the strangest feeling- the warmth that glows in my chest when we
’re all huddled up and behaving as a family. Although, the occurrence only happens when we’re free of Cora and Mr. Whittenhower. I’ve met Kate a few times. I worried that she would see me as an interloper, but she is a mix of Grant and Ade- abrasive softness.