Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (36 page)

“Why?” Tenacious- I am Regina.

“Why do you like to be in control? Why do I like force? Why do any of us like the things we like? Who knows? We’re just who we are. That’s the only answer I can provide.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” My husky voice makes
me sound as pissed as I feel.

“Too bad, that’s the only answer you’ll receive. He will watch and he will listen and that is all there is to it. I like him here and so he will be.” Just like that, he thinks
he resolved the conversation.

“Does Cort speak with him or
see him?” I try a new tactic.

“Speak with him, no. See him, yes. You’re just annoyed because you have to know everything. Just live on blind-faith with me. You’ll be using it often; get used to it. The reprieve has concluded,” he says with finality. 

“Hey,” I cry and try to push his paws away as they pull at the hem of my dress and try to lift. I fight to keep my dress on.

“I said, the reprieve is over, Regina.” He slowly enunciates each word.

His eyes are blazing and his voice is deeper than I’ve heard it drop.

“I explained that your right to say no, no longer exists. You can fight me and I’ll unleash my control and be violent, or you can flow with me and we can have a pleasant time. It’s your cho
ice, Regina, make it quickly.”

I take off his suit jacket and hand it to him. He gently places it on the couch
cushion. I wait.

“Good Regina, you
learn swiftly.” He praises me.

“I only have to be told once,” I say belligerently. He just smirks in respo
nse. He knows I’m testing him.

His fingers tug at my hem again and I close my eyes. I passively allow him to remove my dress. The moment cool air touches my skin my hands seek refuge against my breasts. Deft fingers unhook my bra and
slide the straps down my arms.

“Why s
o shy?” Marcus asks me gently.

“They’re never uncovered. I’m always in a bra, unless I’m in the shower or sleeping, and I never slee
p. It feels weird,” I grumble.

“You’ll get used to it.” His tone says that it won’t matter if I do or don’t get used to it, if he doesn’t want me
in a bra, I’m not wearing one.

I close my eyes in shame and drop my arms to my lap allowing him the view of my breasts.

I hear a soft intake of breath and my eyes flick open. He’s gazing straight ahead, but I know he’s locked eyes with Jamie. His lips curve and his eyes are back on my breasts. I stare straight ahead and memorize the wood-grain on the wall.

I sway when I feel the warmth of Jamie’s body at my back. He’s close enough that if I were to breathe deep enough, we’d make contact.

“This is not Cortez’s work. It is too precise and controlled. Someone marked you recently.” His voice is rough with lust.

He swirls his finger around the tip of my left breast following the path of Adelaide’s teeth-marks. Both of his hands cups one of my breasts and I flush with embarrassment. He softly kneads and then digs his nails in deep. He repeats this until my head falls backward in pleasure. The warmth near my back ins
tantly disappears and I frown.

“Who marked you?” He asks in curi
osity that’s laced with anger.

“I’d rat
her not answer that.” I blush.

“I didn’t ask if you if you’d wanted to answer the question, I asked for an ans
wer.” He enunciates each word.

“I’m aware of that, Marc. This is me not answering,” I say def
iantly. “You’re very literal.”

“Yes, I am. I train future Masters and my submissive. You’re all a crafty sort. I have to be extremely literal or I have to ask ten questions to get my first question answered. My other trainee is an expert in evasion.
Who. Marked. You. On. Your. Left. Breast?” He says slowly commanding me to answer.

“NO.” I cross my arms over my breasts, trapping his
hands, and I refuse to answer.

“Don’t test me, Regina. I’m this close to snapping.” His hands pulse on my breast and I grimace. “If I didn’t know your lineage, I’d swear you fell off of Cort’s family tree. Thank God, I’m not training the pair of you. I’d shoot myself.”

I audibly sigh and roll my eyes enjoying the pain he causes in retaliation.

“Just so you know, you don’t scare me, pain doesn’t scare me. I already hurt enough inside.” I simply add, “Ade.”

“Well, I didn’t see that coming,” he murmurs in surprise. “You had sex with her?”

“I don’t know if you’d call it sex. I’m not actually up on the whole lesbian thing.” I try to sound worldly and experienced, but I end up blushing when my voice breaks. He smiles at me like he thought I was
being cute.

“You’ll learn. We have to have you properly educated or they’ll eat you alive at Restraint. Was it oral sex?” The bulge ben
eath me pulses at the thought.

“No way!”
I inwardly cringe.

“You don’t like o
ral sex?” He asks in surprise.

“Not with Adelaide, I don
’t.” I shudder at the thought.

“Why then?”

“It just happened and it won’t happen again. She caught me at a vulnerable point. I was tired, horny, and slightly drunk. She was creepy afterwards and I had a bit of a breakdown. My laryngitis is self-inflicted. I had a screaming fit.”

“How soon after,” he circles his finger in the air coming up with a word. “How soon after
your ‘not’ sex did she leave?”

“She starting spewing stuff I made her promise never to talk about and left a minute or so
after.”

“She can be such a cunt.” He says vehemently
of his future daughter-in-law.

“Hey!”

“Sorry… actually I’m not. She knows better than that. It’s no wonder you dropped. Your first experience in years and she hits you with words that you forbid and then leaves you to fend for yourself. It’s unacceptable and not unexpected behavior for her. She probably got what she was after and selfishly left. Am I right?”

“Yeah, you have her number,” I mumble. “I love and hate her with equal measure.” 

“Jamie would like a frontal view of you.” He switches topics of conversation so fast I can barely keep up. It’s dizzying.

I get excited thinking that soon I will see Jamie and then I notice the tie in his hand. I groan in disappointment.

“Good Regina. You’re a fast learner. I’m going to fasten this around your eyes and then I will place you in the center of the room for viewing. Do not move,” he warns.

He wraps the tie around my head several times covering my eyes. I blink trying to dislodge the fabric to no avail. I can feel movement i
n front of my face and I grin.

“I can’t see you, but I wonder if you’re swatting at invisible flies,” I say snarkily.

“Smart-ass,” he chuckles.

He does as he instructed. I stand in the center of the impact room in a pair of black, lace panties and black flats. I feel overexposed, uncomfortable, and self-conscious. I want to cover my breasts with
my arms and run from the room.

I feel two sets of eyes blaze into my skin. My body beads with sweat under their examination; as if I didn’t already have enough to be embarrassed about.

My sense of hearing intensifies now that I don’t have my sight to rely on. A rasping sound I can’t identify rumble in front of me. Soft puffs of breath hit the side of my neck. The tip of a nose gently glides down the column of my throat. I whimper and press closer to the face only to have it disappear. I groan in disappointment.

“He loves the way you smell, Regina.” Marc’s voice softly calls from across the room. It’s just me and Jamie.

I lean towards the heat of his body searching for solace. I don’t know what he looks like or what he sounds like, but I love the intensity I feel from his gaze. It makes me feel beautiful. I know I’m crazy, but it’s how I feel.

“Jamie,” I call out to him, aching to hear him
call back.

He doesn’t speak, but his body is drawn back to me like a magnet seeking its polar opposite. The heat radiating off him is like a blast furnace.

“I believe he’s grateful that I finally have a female trainee. Dexter had the pleasure of training everyone else. I’ve only trained Dexter, the PB, and now you. He hasn’t had much fun watching.”

The breath is back and hotter than before. I sway as it moves down my chest.
“Use caution, Jamie. Don’t move, Regina- not a single muscle.” Marcus speaks as if I’m a wild animal that’s going to harm his submissive.

I shout when something hot and moist flicks my nipple. My finger bite into my thighs and my spine bows when his mouth engulfs my breast. He doesn’t gently suck the tip. No, he pulls as much of my breast into his mouth that will fit and suckles me. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else.

I nearly cum, but he isn’t so lucky. That strange raspy sound flows from his mouth as he jerks on my breast. Scalding hot drops of fluid hit my knee. Jamie makes a strangled noise and backs away.

“It’s alright. Shh… you did nothing wrong. It happens to the best of us. You remember it happened to me just last week.” Marc’s tone is calm and soothing as he reassures Jamie.

It’s a weird dynamic. I don’t know what to make of it. Earlier he said that his only friend was his submissive. I assumed Jamie is that friend. He almost takes on a tone that you use when speaking to a child. But clearly Jamie is no child. No, talking down a scared animal better describes the tone of voice he uses.

“Actually, I’m flattered, Jamie. I don’t feel that great about my body and that was a very high complement you just paid me. Thank you and um- your mouth was hot, soft, and velvety. I enjoyed that very much.” I don’t alter my tone as Marc does. I speak the truth.

I know I need reassurance right now.  Jamie seems like an extremely submissive person. I have the feeling he needs constant reassurance.

“Thank you, Regina. That was very sweet of you.” Marcus pulls me from the center of the room.

“Do you still want on top? This will be the only time.” I’m floored. No interlude, just straight into the sex.

“Top.”

He pulls me to straddle his hips. I squeak in shock when I come in contact with his naked body.

“We need protection,” I protest.

“Not between us. I’m clean and other than one mouth I take on a regular basis, I’m celibate. According to your medical records you’re clean and on the shot. I know you’ve been a good girl,
”  he says with amusement.

“I can’t believe you hacked my medical records,
” I say in awe.

“Really?” he says sarcastically. “Out of everything we’ve talked of tonight, that is what you’re shocked over.” He chuckles while
he takes the tie off my eyes.

“How do I know that the mouth you fuck is clean? You may be, but the mouth’s owner may be a nasty fucker.” I’m baiting him.

I wonder if Jamie’s soft mouth is the one he is speaking of. It wouldn’t surprise me. I find it difficult to believe that you can have a D/s relationship without sexual connotations. I blink repeatedly as light floods my eyes.

“Hmmm… I think you did a thorough examination of that mouth last night. I think your tongue fo
und him perfectly acceptable.”

My eyes bulge.
I didn’t see that one coming.

“Yes, his punishment for being a cock-tease. I believe he said it was as pleasurable and it was painful. A friendly warning: I taught him how to provide oral sex and he learned from example. If you go down on him expect to be skull-fucked. I vary in my preferences. I’ll show you what I like later. I want in you. I assume you aren’t on any antibiotics. I don’t think I could explain to my wife a second oops,” he deeply rumbles a laugh. 

Trying to follow him in conversation is like absorbing all the information on the ticker-tape of a news broadcast. He makes me dizzy. I’m not entirely sure he’s sane.

One second I’m trying to decipher his speech and the next my panties are shredded and I’m impaled on a cock as thick as a wrist.

“Holy fuck, batman,” I mumble and instantly cum. My eyes roll back into my skull, my skin shrinks, every nerve-ending in my body quivers in ecstasy. Poor Jamie’s making strange grumbling noises behind me as he struggles to mute his climax. That guy has some weird kinks. The funny thing is, knowing he’s coming makes me cum harder.

“Holy fuck is right. If it weren’t for the fact that I’ve seen your children, I’d think you were a virgin. I’m going to fuck you for the first time in your life.” He growls out and slams my hips
down with shocking brutality.

I hang on for dear life as he pounds into me from beneath. I thought being on top meant I was in control. I was a fool. It was an illusion. Marcus is my Master and he will never relinquish control. I’d thought what Grant and I had done before was hardcore- wrong again.

He pistons into me growling like a rabid animal. His eyes glow like amber fire. His bronze skin shines with sweat. He holds my gaze controlling my mind. He forces me to submit to his pleasure. He stamps me with a Mine tattoo. And I join him again as he shoots fiery, molten liquid inside of me. I’ve just been owned by my Master.